Wuthering Heights: The House of the Damned (2026) Movie Script
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- Stay with me.
What more do you want?
What else am I supposed to do?
Tell me!
Show me!
Come back to me, Catherine!
I cannot live without my life.
I cannot live without my soul.
- Heathcliff.
- Ah. Good girl, Harper.
Good girl.
Ah, hello there, sir.
Good morning.
My name is Mr. Lockwood.
Now, I believe Mr.
Heathcliff is expecting...
- This your horse...
I'll put her over in the stable
for you.
- That's very kind
of you, thank you.
- The door will be open.
- Uh...
Well, no. I-I
think I'll knock actually,
thank you.
It's-it's quite ill-mannered
to enter
one's home that's not their own.
Come inside.
- Hello.
Hello.
Hello.
Anyone there?
Oh. Um, Mr. Heathcliff?
- I was taught it rude to enter
someone's home unannounced.
How were you raised?
With dogs?
- Certainly not, sir.
I do fervently apologise,
but I assure
you I-I was granted access
by your groundskeeper.
- I did not intend for this to
be our first introduction, sir.
I'm Mr.
Lockwood,
your delighted new tenant.
- Why are you here?
- I thought it only polite to
come and introduce myself
before taking up occupancy
at your residence.
- You should never have come.
- You shouldn't have come,
because there's a storm
on its way.
- Aye.
Lord help us.
A storm I'm sure sent
to cleanse.
All animals know it.
All in a fright.
- Oh, my-my horse.
Will she be all right out there?
- Joseph, send Mr.
Lockwood to the fire.
And fetch us two glasses
of wine.
- Follow me.
- Well, um...
I-I-I'd best be off.
Back to my own lodgings.
And please pass
on my apologies once more to Mr.
Heathcliff.
It's clear to me
that he was not prepared
nor expecting my arrival
on this day.
And, well, I-I'm sorry
for any inconveniences
that I may
have caused.
Really.
Oh, Jesus, Lord!
- Don't use the Lord's name in
that manner!
- Mr. Joseph.
Mr. Joseph, sir.
All the animals
are in a madness.
This sir's horse was acting mad
since he brought it me.
Now he's gone done away.
- Done away?
What on
earth are you talking about,
boy?
- Gone, sir!
Gone!
- Hareton!
Calm down.
- Calm down?!
What
on earth are you talking about?
Look, this is his fault.
I can assure
you,
Joseph has never been at fault
when it comes to animals.
- I suppose likely
because he is one.
- Aren't we all?
- is not going to be
happy about this.
- Of course I'm not happy
about this!
My damn horse has run off!
- Joseph, you'll do what you can
to help retrieve
Mr. Lockwood's horse.
- Aye, sir.
Whatever it may take.
- First, he gives me false
permission to enter your
property,
and then, and then
he can't even tie
up my bloody horse
correctly.
I should really
never have come here
in the first place.
Capable.
- You can take stay
here tonight...
... until the storm passes.
It's not safe travelling
in these lands,
especially in this weather,
and when
you've not lived here
your entire life.
- Well, thank you, Mr.
Heathcliff.
That-that's very kind.
- By morning, Joseph will have
your horse returned.
I'm certain of it.
Hareton,
send Mr. Lockwood to a room,
so he can lay his inflamed head.
- Sir.
- Thank you.
- Oh, lady of the house.
- Back tomorrow, sir.
- Oh, my.
- I'm, uh...
- I'm sorry your horse done way,
sir.
- Hmm?
Oh, no, no.
It's-it's my fault, really.
I should've
gone straight
to Thrushcross Grange.
Not sure what I was thinking.
- Well, if that's all, sir, till
the morning.
- Yeah, no. Th-thank you.
My god.
Catherine.
- Let me inside you
- Let me go!
- What are you doing?!
- There was a woman.
A woman. I swear to God,
in the window.
- I don't care
for your fantasies.
What are you doing
in this room?!
- I did not choose to be put in
this room, sir!
- As soon as the sun has risen,
you are out, Mr.
Lockwood.
- With pleasure, Mr. Heathcliff.
- Oh, come in.
- Oh, Mr. Lockwood, sir.
Joseph
from Wuthering
Heights has arrived,
and he has someone very special
with him.
- Oh, Harper.
Oh.
My darling girl.
Oh.
I am so pleased
to see you, darling.
Thank you.
- An animal clearly looked after
by lord himself.
Look really,
I found her as she were.
Good steed.
- Yes, she is.
Thank you, Joseph.
Thank you.
And, um, Mr. Heathcliff?
- Best you stay clear.
- All right.
Let's go home.
- I'm losing
you more frequently.
I have to try harder.
- Tea, sir?
- Oh, yes. Thank you, Nelly.
- Nice and hot this morning.
- I think I shall need it.
- Oh.
- I feel I must return to
Wuthering Heights.
My, um, my last visit or...
rather my first visit, um...
concluded in some angst
, and I wish to rectify it.
- I wouldn't bother
about that, sir.
I'm sure Mr.
Heathcliff's not weighed down
by it.
- It doesn't feel right to leave
it in that manner,
and I really
don't care what they,
or rather, Mr. Heathcliff,
whether he approves
or wishes it.
I-I-I feel I must return
and wipe the slate clean,
start anew.
- Why don't we invite him here,
sir?
- I know he wouldn't come.
- Well, it wouldn't hurt to ask.
- The relationship between a
tenant and his landlord
should be far more amicable.
- He's not of sound mind, sir.
- No, I think that's
completely obvious,
wouldn't you say?
Although,
I-I can't help but feel sorry
for the poor man.
- I'm afraid there's no hope for
a man like him.
He's too damaged, sir.
A-a lost cause.
Always an outsider.
Brought here as an orphan.
Heartbreak, sir.
It can send a man to madness.
- Who-who was the lucky
lady then?
- Lady Catherine Linton.
Just as lost a soul as he.
- Um, sorry, Catherine?
- They had a love so deep,
it engulfed them.
You could say they were made
for each other.
But neither
she nor her family
would ever agree.
- That's poetic.
What happened?
She died, sir.
But she broke his heart long
before that.
- Are you not gonna ask me
what's the matter?
- I didn't think there were
anything wrong, miss.
- Well, I'm quite unhappy.
- So little cares,
and yet you still struggle
to find contentment.
It's a shame, really.
- I must tell you a secret, if
you're to keep it.
- Is it worth keeping?
- Today, Edgar, asked for my
hand in marriage.
Before I tell you
which was my answer,
you must tell
me what you think it ought
to have been.
- Well, after you witnessed your
behavior till the day,
I would say you best to refuse.
As he must be either stupid
or mad.
- I accepted him, Nelly.
- You accepted him?
Well then,
it is done, Catherine.
You gave your word,
you can't take it back.
- But what if I'm wrong?
- Do you love him?
- Of course I do.
What a silly question.
- Why do you love him?
- He's handsome
and rich and kind.
And he'll give me a good life.
- Well, then, what's to be
unhappy about?
- Because I can't help but feel
wrong in me soul, Nelly.
But it would degrade me
to marry Heathcliff now.
So,
he shall never know
how I love him.
Not because he's handsome,
Nelly.
But because he's more myself
than I am.
Whatever our souls are made of,
his and mine are the same.
- And
then he were gone
into the night.
It were years
before we saw him again.
Catherine went
on to marry Edgar
and reside here
in this very house.
I think she loved him.
But it were a different kind
of love,
if you know what I mean.
- Thank you.
- What's mine is yours.
He'll be the one.
I'm certain of it.
- Mr. Lockwood.
- Hello. Um...
I am sorry
for calling
on you at such a late time,
and-and interrupting
your dinner.
Frightfully awful weather
we have out there.
It's ve-very chilly.
One could catch one's death.
- Mr.
Lockwood, this is Catherine.
- Catherine?
- Well, now,
that's a funny thing.
I-I was told early today that...
Poor old Nelly.
She must be confused
or in a state of exhaustion.
It's really rather funny.
She insisted
that you were in fact deceased.
- I am most certainly alive.
My mother,
who shares me same name,
however, is not.
- Oh,
I am most profusely sorry, miss.
- Mr. Lockwood.
- No, no, no.
I had intended to wipe the slate
clean,
and-and-and-and start anew.
But once again,
I have put my foot in it and...
Well,
I just won't disturb
you anymore.
- Nonsense.
Take a seat.
You travelled all this way,
you might as well eat.
It was a long time ago
and not worth dwelling on.
And don't mind
her, she has a dagger
for a tongue.
- And an unruly attitude.
- But it's only in jest.
- Oh, a trickster.
Oh, I see. Oh, very good.
So, it's you we have to thank
that caused all the
altercations in the first place,
then.
- Excuse me?
- Well, was it not you at my
bedroom window
the other night
intending
to cause me such a fright?
- It certainly was not.
- Oh.
Well,
you certainly were the-the girl
who invited me into
the house in the first place,
then.
- And who is this man and why is
he talking to me?
- And you, you were in on it
too, weren't you?
You, you little scoundrel.
You...
Telling me
that she weren't to be home
until the morrow.
Yes, I, I understand it all now.
A jest. Very...
very funny indeed.
- Well, that settles it.
To a clean slate.
- Yes.
- Um...
I-I am most sorry
for mentioning your wife...
in that manner earlier.
- She was not my wife.
- If you're too hot, you can
move away from the fire.
- Oh..
Th-thank you. No, no.
Um...
It's the strangest thing,
really.
I-I-I'm rather cold.
It feels like there's a...
There's an awful chill
in this room.
No?
No.
Mmh.
Uh, I-I'm not,
I'm not quite sure what's come
over me.
I'm afraid I-I really,
I really feel I ought
to try and...
... try and leave this place.
- It
seems you may have caught
a fever.
- Or delighted in too much wine.
- Um...
No.
No, no, no.
No, no, um, um...
- I so enjoy
making him jealous.
It's just a spot of fun.
I don't really mean any harm
by it.
Especially not to that extent,
anyway.
- You excited to marry and have
babies, Catherine?
- Not really.
- Oh?
- I'm struggling to see how any
man can provide me with
more happiness
than I can already
provide myself.
And I'm just so jealous
of yours and Hindley's love,
Frances.
I just
don't believe I'll
ever be lucky enough
to have what you have.
- Don't worry.
You'll find yours one day.
Look, I'm done.
- Let me see.
Oh, no, Frances.
That's not very good at all.
- Oh.
- Here, let me show you.
- Cathrine, that tickles.
- No, I'm sorry.
Does this tickle too?
- Aha!
What are you doing?
Huh?
You disgusting little creep.
You spied on my wife.
- Can't you hear?
Where the hell is Nelly?!
- She's
probably been held
back.
- What am I supposed to do?!
- Give me the.
- Stay here.
You stay
in here
and help your sister-in-law
deliver that fucking baby, now!
- Catherine, please.
- Is this normal?
- Stay here.
I'm gonna get more towels.
- Please.
- Please help me.
Please help me.
Please.
- Why do you treat him so poor,
Hindley?
Why? Why? Why?
Is he... Is he of our blood?
Huh?
No.
He was...
He was lucky he was even
given this life.
I... I have a right.
Everything.
Everything all stripped away
from me.
Son hardly notices me anymore.
Swine.
He belongs on a sty.
No.
No, no.
I-I will not.
I will not forgive.
You're the one.
Huh?
You're the one who's a mad man,
huh?
Mad for thinking
you'll get away
with all you've done.
And that...
That little
spoiled brat
of a sister is disgusting.
Huh?
Incestuous.
I'll put a stop to it.
Believe you me.
Believe you me.
Huh?
He thinks...
He thinks I'm stupid!
Do you think I'm stupid?
- Oh. Oh, my god!
- Anything the matter, sir?
- In-in-in there, in there.
Mr Heathcliff said
you caught a sniffle last night,
sir.
- What?
- 'Cause you seem quite
feverish, sir.
Just calm down.
Calm down.
Just calm down.
You can, uh...
You can catch anything
on the moors, sir.
Not to worry,
sir.
If you want to get dressed,
then we'll, uh, get you home.
Hopefully, the rain holds off.
Sir.
- Oh.
Um, good morning, miss.
Um... I was just waiting
for Hareton, actually
to, um, escort me home.
You haven't seen him have you?
- Thrushcross Grange
is not your home.
- Yeah.
Well I-I am it's current tenant.
- I wouldn't have known.
You seem to be always here.
- Right.
- He's most likely in the barn.
- Oh. Yeah.
- I'll show you.
- Ah, thank you.
- You know, you seem quite like
your mother.
- That's because you think she
and I are the same person.
You didn't know her?
- No, no.
- Well, neither did I.
She died just
moments
after giving birth to me.
- Oh. I'm sorry.
Well,
that same tragedy
be felled Hareton
and his mother.
- My father was Edgar Linton.
He grew up,
as did I, in Thrushcross Grange.
- Um... Excuse me.
Then-then
why
on earth do you now reside here?
- Because I married
Heathcliff's son.
- You about ready to make way,
sir?
- Ah, yes. Thank you.
Um, have you readied my horse?
You-you
didn't travel here by horse,
sir.
- Oh, right.
Sorry. Of course not.
Um, I'm
not sure what I'm thinking,
actually.
- Why
don't you get him
some breakfast?
Put some strength in him first.
- Aye, miss.
Sir.
I'm sorry. Excuse me.
- Thank you.
- Hareton.
- Mmh.
Mmh.
Mmh, mmh.
Mmh.
- Quite the appetite, sir.
- Hmm?
- My apologies.
I'm not quite
sure what's come over me,
actually.
- Sir.
- Oh, you know, um...
Actually,
I saw a portrait of Mr.
Heathcliff earlier.
And there was a boy with him.
Have you any idea
who that might be?
- That be his son, Linton.
- Oh, yes, Linton.
That's, um,
that's Cathy's husband,
isn't it?
Where is he?
- Um, I'm not sure, sir.
- Oh.
Hmm.
- Sir.
- He needs to leave.
He cannot be staying
here any longer.
Do you understand me?
- Shh.
He's not well.
- Of course he's not.
And I'm surprised.
It's her doing.
- Fever, fainting,
sickness and rash.
- Gotta get him out.
I'll take him back myself.
- How are you gonna do that?
On your shoulder?.
Old man.
- Aye.
Best get to praying then...
Fool.
- Hello.
Hello!
Harper?
Joseph.
Jo-Joseph, where's my horse?
Harper.
- He's a bastard.
Foul bastard.
If it weren't for Catherine
I would've left here
a long time ago.
- What are you doing, you freak?
I could kill you right now,
and no one would care.
- Ah.
- Oh!
- Mr. Earnshaw!
- Mr. Lockwood.
Mr. Lockwood, sir.
Are you well?
- I think maybe you should stay
the night, sir.
Get some rest.
Mr. Lockwood, sir!
Oh, oh, sir, sir.
- Oh my god.
Joseph.
- You know...
each person is tempted
when he is lured and enticed
by his own desire.
And desire,
when that's conceived,
gives birth to sin.
And sin,
when is fully grown,
brings forth death.
- What are you doing
at this hour?
- I tried telling
him it won't work.
Too much sin inside him,
you see?
- What might work?
- You should be in bed, sir.
Or better yet, gone.
- He-hello?
Hello?
Oh, Mr. Heathcliff.
I...
I'm so sorry,
I-I didn't mean to...
Forgive me.
I must ask.
What has happened to your son?
- She does still love me.
Can you feel her?
- No.
No, no I...
Your son, Linton.
Where is he?
Do you, do you know?
- I'm aware all the time that
I'm losing her.
- Catherine?
- My soul.
I have
to do what I can to stay close
to her.
I just want to be able
to hold her.
To touch her again.
- Oh.
I miss her.
I need her.
My heart swells for her.
- Mmh.
Hello.
Hareton.
I-I'm ready to leave now.
Oh.
Hareton.
Are you in here?
- Go, go.
- No! No!
Uh, ooh.
- Surely not.
You'll be alright.
- Help! Help!
Help!
- Well, what the hell happened?
- Watch your mouth.
- Mr.
Heathcliff is gonna be most
disappointed
when he finds out
he's still here.
- Well, he's not going anywhere
anytime soon now
with wound like this.
- Go! Fetch some towels!
- Right, miss. Yes, miss.
- Oh, Ms. Cathy.
Um...
- It proves difficult calling
for a doctor.
Just one
of the many detriments of living
so far away
from civilization.
- Don't pay any attention
to Joseph.
He's half blind
and a bitter old man.
Angry at the world and himself
for allowing Heathcliff
to keep him here.
- Well, the same could be said
for all of you, though.
Ah!
- Apologies.
We're not stuck here.
We can leave whenever we want.
Sometimes we choose
the wrong path
without knowing and
there's not really
much you can do
about it until it's too late.
- What is Heathcliff doing in
his wing?
- I'm not quite
sure what you mean.
Let's just
focus on getting you back
to health,
shall we?
- Thank you, Cathy.
Well, if I don't die,
I promise I'll try
and help you all escape
from here.
- Get some rest.
Tonight, Heathcliff killed
for me.
Just like he'd
once said he would.
- Hey.
- Catherine, what are we doing?
- Spying on the Lintons,
of course.
Wonderful.
- Is it?
- I would give my right arm to
have been born into
a family like this.
If only we could choose
where we're born.
Maybe I'll marry
into this family.
- Catherine,
how can you say that?
We ought to marry.
We made a promise.
- Heathcliff.
We can't really marry.
You should know this by now.
- You two,
what are you doing here?
- Run!
- Catherine!
- Catherine.
- He'll kill you. Go.
- I can't leave you.
- Run!
- I'll come back for you.
- This, for better and for
worse, led to my stay at
Thrushcross Grange
Mrs.
Linton taught me how
to be a true lady.
And I, little by little,
fell in love with her son,
Edgar.
- No.
No, no.
No.
Please.
I'm sorry,.
In another life,
I'll do better
to make you proud.
- Mr. Lockwood.
- What...
What are you doing here?
- Well, I became concerned, sir.
You'd not returned
to the Grange in a while,
and I'd-I'd not heard
as to a reason why.
- Uh, Nelly I don't, I don't
feel safe here.
I think,
I think we ought to leave.
- Well, don't you worry.
I'm gonna nurse you back
to health.
You've been quite unlucky,
haven't you?
- I keep seeing things here.
I don't know what really.
- A casualty of this degree can
often lead to delusion.
- No, no, no.
Even before all of this.
I can sense a kind
of presence here.
- Oh, no, no, no.
Shh, shh, shh.
Don't you worry, sir.
Now I've made you a concoction,
that'll take away the pain.
Now,
I have to tell
you some sad news, sir.
Harper, she seems
to have run away
from the Grange again.
I'm so sorry.
Right.
I'm gonna fetch you some water.
You can get yourself cleaned up.
Aye.
Right.
I've left you a towel,
some water.
You need
to take some of this
for the fever.
I'll be right outside,
if you need me.
- Ready the horses.
No.
A few hours at least.
- Where did you go?
- Aww.
- You're shivering, sir.
Aww, you poor thing.
There, there.
Aww.
Hey.
Let's get you by the fire.
Yeah.
There.
- Who were you talking to?
- When?
- Just now.
- Oh. Hareton, sir.
- Where's Heathcliff?
I-I haven't seen him in a while.
- No.
I wouldn't worry about him.
He's like a cat, that man.
A creature of the night.
He's always come and gone.
It's not unusual
for it to be days
before anyone sees him.
- Nelly,
how did Catherine die?
- It were childbirth, sir.
Right.
I made you some soup.
Need to get you healthy
and strong if we're to make the
journey back.
And sooner rather than later.
- Mr. Lockwood!
You must stay sat.
How do you expect to recover?
- I think, um, we should, we
should leave this place, Nelly.
I-I don't believe
we're safe here.
- All right.
Eat some of this,
and we'll
be out of here
before you know it.
This were Mr. Earnshaw's chair.
- What had happened to him?
- Old age.
He slowly became weak and frail.
He were a kind man,
but I do wonder
if he were the reason
behind Hindley's
great disdain for Heathcliff.
And vice versa.
- Are you dying, sir?
- Ah, I wish that you would call
me father.
Have I not been so much to you?
- Perhaps.
It's just
that your son has always liked
to
mention that you are not.
- Oh, I don't know why you take
any regard to that
pitiful excuse of a boy.
If I had one dying wish,
it would be
that you call me father.
I didn't have to bring you here,
you know?
- But you did.
You didn't have a choice.
Besides,
you're not dying anytime soon,
are you...
father?
- Well, there's something I need
you to be aware of
when I do die.
As Hindley is my only true son,
I am obliged
to hand Wuthering Heights
over to him.
However,
should he pass away before you,
then, it is written
that the deeds go
into your name,
Heathcliff Earnshaw.
- Father, I...
- Uh, do-do-don't... - What...
- Don't worry about Catherine.
She'll
marry some respectable
fellow enough.
- Why are you lurking?
Did I just hear
that I'll marry a rich fellow?
Tell me.
- I said respectable.
- What if you stayed here?
- I know how much love you have
for one another,
but
yous can't stay
together forever.
- Why not?
- Because you'll grow up, live
your own lives,
separate from one another.
- And what if we marry?
- Marry.
Marry?
No, no.
- Hindley's alive.
So how is it
that Heathcliff
has acquired this place,
and Thrushcross Grange
for that matter?
- No, Hindley's not alive, sir.
No. And because he married
Edgar's sister, Isabella,
and they had a son.
- Linton, yes, I know.
But listen,
I saw Hindley upstairs.
- No, it-it can't have been.
He had an accident
in the barn some years ago.
I-I watched him being buried.
- I...
I...
I...
hate...
you.
- Nelly, wake up, wake up.
- W-w-what's the matter?
- We must leave this place, now.
Come on, on your feet, please.
On your feet, go.
- What were that?
- Nothing that has our best
interests at heart.
Let's be off. - No, stop!
- Listen to me.
Listen.
- But you need to calm down.
- Listen to me, listen to me!
Ever
since I've stepped inside here,
I knew something was off.
He is killing people, Nelly.
Don't you understand?
Come on, we have to go.
Please, come on with me.
We have to go now.
Oh, my god.
Come on.
- Mr. Lockwood.
Sir! Mr. Lockwood.
Please... - Hurry up.
What is wrong with you?
Mr. Lockwood, please.
- No, no, no.
Mr. Lockwood.
- You don't see him?
- No.
I see what?
- Look at what he did to me.
Hmm?
Your little cherub.
No one, no one could see it.
No one.
All the signs were there,
what he was capable of.
And no one believed stupid,
drunk Hindley.
Did they?
Hmm?
You never
listened to me.
He killed my wife!
My wife!
You know,
they're trying to find a way to
bring Catherine back, you know?
Spirit haunting
the place isn't good enough
for her.
No, no.
Nothing was ever good enough
for her.
- Stay there! Stay there!
- What's happening?
- Oh!
- And you!
Ho!
Look at you now.
You're his dog.
You serve him.
You're a disgrace for a son.
- Watch out! - What?
- Mr. Lockwood.
- Please, stop it!
- What's the matter, Nelly?
Are you scared?
Huh?
Do you have any
guilt at all?
Hmm?
When you're a ghost,
you can't feel anything.
- Nelly!
Nelly.
Nelly.
- I'm sorry.
- Nelly.
- Nelly.
- Catherine!
You.
What have you done?
You made her angry.
- No, no, no.
Please. No.
Where-where are you?
Oh.
Oh, god. Oh, god.
Oh, no!
No.
No, no, no.
No, no.
Please, please.
No!
- She made her way back.
Probably tried to look for you.
Good horse.
Must have cost a pretty penny.
- You are demented, sir!
You are the devil.
- I ask you, Mr. Lockwood.
What would you do if everything
that gave your life
meaning was stripped away
from you?
- You killed their father.
- I never even knew my father.
- But you killed Hindley's wife.
- I had to marry a woman I
didn't even love.
And rear a child
that I didn't care about!
- No.
That was your choice.
Where is he?
Where is Linton?
- He was a pathetic excuse
for a son.
No wonder it didn't work.
- What didn't work?
- Abraham and Isaac.
It's all a damn lie.
These are the sacrifices
that have to be made.
- Oh, my god.
- Do you have any idea what it
takes to achieve resurrection?
- You are the devil.
He was your son.
- These are the sacrifices that
have to be made.
I ask you again,
what would you do?
- I'd throw myself in the river,
if I could.
- Believe me, I tried once.
Shhh.
- yes.
I'm here now.
Shh.
- I can't do this, Nelly.
- Good.
I'll, uh, I'll go get Edgar.
- No!
It's not Edgar I want.
It's Heathcliff I need.
- Edgar!
Come here and talk to me!
- You lost that right a long
time ago, Heathcliff.
Go home.
You're not welcome here.
- What are you doing here?
Ehh?
How dare
you disrespect the master
of this house?
- You've broken my heart,
Heathcliff
How strong you are.
How many years
do you mean to live
after I'm gone?
Huh?
I wish
I could hold you till
we're both dead.
I shouldn't care
what you suffered.
I care nothing
for your sufferings.
Why shouldn't you suffer?
Because I do.
Neither of you were good for me.
Will you forget me?
Will you be happy
when I'm in the earth?
Will you say, 20 years from now,
that's the grave
of Catherine Earnshaw?
I loved her long ago,
and I was sad to lose her.
But it's the past.
I've loved many others since.
- Do you not realize that your
words will be branded into
my memory?
They'll eat away at me.
Deeper,
eternally after you've left me.
You know you'd like to say
that you killed me.
Enough!
And Catherine,
you know I'd
sooner lose my own existence
than yours.
You've done this.
You've killed yourself.
If you love me then what right
do you have to leave me?
What right?!
Answer me!
May you not rest
as long as I'm living.
You said I killed you,
haunt me then.
Take any form, drive me mad.
Only do not leave me
in this abyss
where I cannot find you.
- I'll do whatever it takes for
us to be together again.
Whatever it takes, Heathcliff.
- She craves death.
But we need something more.
More permanent.
Her own blood.
This has to work.
- God willing.
It's what a daughter's made for,
to serve her mother!
- No, no no.
Please, Hareton. Help me!
- Let me know you're here,
Catherine.
- I'm sorry Cathy.
- What have you done?!
- No.
No!
Wait, wait.
- That was our only chance!
- Hya!
Hya!
- You should have left when you
had the chance.
No one,
not anyone one,
could stand in the way
of our love.
I was born in blood repenting
for the sins of my father
May we always
have each other
My love,
my love our fate has no remedy
My love,
we must play it's melody
My love, our song was so
We must play on and on
- Stay with me.
What more do you want?
What else am I supposed to do?
Tell me!
Show me!
Come back to me, Catherine!
I cannot live without my life.
I cannot live without my soul.
- Heathcliff.
- Ah. Good girl, Harper.
Good girl.
Ah, hello there, sir.
Good morning.
My name is Mr. Lockwood.
Now, I believe Mr.
Heathcliff is expecting...
- This your horse...
I'll put her over in the stable
for you.
- That's very kind
of you, thank you.
- The door will be open.
- Uh...
Well, no. I-I
think I'll knock actually,
thank you.
It's-it's quite ill-mannered
to enter
one's home that's not their own.
Come inside.
- Hello.
Hello.
Hello.
Anyone there?
Oh. Um, Mr. Heathcliff?
- I was taught it rude to enter
someone's home unannounced.
How were you raised?
With dogs?
- Certainly not, sir.
I do fervently apologise,
but I assure
you I-I was granted access
by your groundskeeper.
- I did not intend for this to
be our first introduction, sir.
I'm Mr.
Lockwood,
your delighted new tenant.
- Why are you here?
- I thought it only polite to
come and introduce myself
before taking up occupancy
at your residence.
- You should never have come.
- You shouldn't have come,
because there's a storm
on its way.
- Aye.
Lord help us.
A storm I'm sure sent
to cleanse.
All animals know it.
All in a fright.
- Oh, my-my horse.
Will she be all right out there?
- Joseph, send Mr.
Lockwood to the fire.
And fetch us two glasses
of wine.
- Follow me.
- Well, um...
I-I-I'd best be off.
Back to my own lodgings.
And please pass
on my apologies once more to Mr.
Heathcliff.
It's clear to me
that he was not prepared
nor expecting my arrival
on this day.
And, well, I-I'm sorry
for any inconveniences
that I may
have caused.
Really.
Oh, Jesus, Lord!
- Don't use the Lord's name in
that manner!
- Mr. Joseph.
Mr. Joseph, sir.
All the animals
are in a madness.
This sir's horse was acting mad
since he brought it me.
Now he's gone done away.
- Done away?
What on
earth are you talking about,
boy?
- Gone, sir!
Gone!
- Hareton!
Calm down.
- Calm down?!
What
on earth are you talking about?
Look, this is his fault.
I can assure
you,
Joseph has never been at fault
when it comes to animals.
- I suppose likely
because he is one.
- Aren't we all?
- is not going to be
happy about this.
- Of course I'm not happy
about this!
My damn horse has run off!
- Joseph, you'll do what you can
to help retrieve
Mr. Lockwood's horse.
- Aye, sir.
Whatever it may take.
- First, he gives me false
permission to enter your
property,
and then, and then
he can't even tie
up my bloody horse
correctly.
I should really
never have come here
in the first place.
Capable.
- You can take stay
here tonight...
... until the storm passes.
It's not safe travelling
in these lands,
especially in this weather,
and when
you've not lived here
your entire life.
- Well, thank you, Mr.
Heathcliff.
That-that's very kind.
- By morning, Joseph will have
your horse returned.
I'm certain of it.
Hareton,
send Mr. Lockwood to a room,
so he can lay his inflamed head.
- Sir.
- Thank you.
- Oh, lady of the house.
- Back tomorrow, sir.
- Oh, my.
- I'm, uh...
- I'm sorry your horse done way,
sir.
- Hmm?
Oh, no, no.
It's-it's my fault, really.
I should've
gone straight
to Thrushcross Grange.
Not sure what I was thinking.
- Well, if that's all, sir, till
the morning.
- Yeah, no. Th-thank you.
My god.
Catherine.
- Let me inside you
- Let me go!
- What are you doing?!
- There was a woman.
A woman. I swear to God,
in the window.
- I don't care
for your fantasies.
What are you doing
in this room?!
- I did not choose to be put in
this room, sir!
- As soon as the sun has risen,
you are out, Mr.
Lockwood.
- With pleasure, Mr. Heathcliff.
- Oh, come in.
- Oh, Mr. Lockwood, sir.
Joseph
from Wuthering
Heights has arrived,
and he has someone very special
with him.
- Oh, Harper.
Oh.
My darling girl.
Oh.
I am so pleased
to see you, darling.
Thank you.
- An animal clearly looked after
by lord himself.
Look really,
I found her as she were.
Good steed.
- Yes, she is.
Thank you, Joseph.
Thank you.
And, um, Mr. Heathcliff?
- Best you stay clear.
- All right.
Let's go home.
- I'm losing
you more frequently.
I have to try harder.
- Tea, sir?
- Oh, yes. Thank you, Nelly.
- Nice and hot this morning.
- I think I shall need it.
- Oh.
- I feel I must return to
Wuthering Heights.
My, um, my last visit or...
rather my first visit, um...
concluded in some angst
, and I wish to rectify it.
- I wouldn't bother
about that, sir.
I'm sure Mr.
Heathcliff's not weighed down
by it.
- It doesn't feel right to leave
it in that manner,
and I really
don't care what they,
or rather, Mr. Heathcliff,
whether he approves
or wishes it.
I-I-I feel I must return
and wipe the slate clean,
start anew.
- Why don't we invite him here,
sir?
- I know he wouldn't come.
- Well, it wouldn't hurt to ask.
- The relationship between a
tenant and his landlord
should be far more amicable.
- He's not of sound mind, sir.
- No, I think that's
completely obvious,
wouldn't you say?
Although,
I-I can't help but feel sorry
for the poor man.
- I'm afraid there's no hope for
a man like him.
He's too damaged, sir.
A-a lost cause.
Always an outsider.
Brought here as an orphan.
Heartbreak, sir.
It can send a man to madness.
- Who-who was the lucky
lady then?
- Lady Catherine Linton.
Just as lost a soul as he.
- Um, sorry, Catherine?
- They had a love so deep,
it engulfed them.
You could say they were made
for each other.
But neither
she nor her family
would ever agree.
- That's poetic.
What happened?
She died, sir.
But she broke his heart long
before that.
- Are you not gonna ask me
what's the matter?
- I didn't think there were
anything wrong, miss.
- Well, I'm quite unhappy.
- So little cares,
and yet you still struggle
to find contentment.
It's a shame, really.
- I must tell you a secret, if
you're to keep it.
- Is it worth keeping?
- Today, Edgar, asked for my
hand in marriage.
Before I tell you
which was my answer,
you must tell
me what you think it ought
to have been.
- Well, after you witnessed your
behavior till the day,
I would say you best to refuse.
As he must be either stupid
or mad.
- I accepted him, Nelly.
- You accepted him?
Well then,
it is done, Catherine.
You gave your word,
you can't take it back.
- But what if I'm wrong?
- Do you love him?
- Of course I do.
What a silly question.
- Why do you love him?
- He's handsome
and rich and kind.
And he'll give me a good life.
- Well, then, what's to be
unhappy about?
- Because I can't help but feel
wrong in me soul, Nelly.
But it would degrade me
to marry Heathcliff now.
So,
he shall never know
how I love him.
Not because he's handsome,
Nelly.
But because he's more myself
than I am.
Whatever our souls are made of,
his and mine are the same.
- And
then he were gone
into the night.
It were years
before we saw him again.
Catherine went
on to marry Edgar
and reside here
in this very house.
I think she loved him.
But it were a different kind
of love,
if you know what I mean.
- Thank you.
- What's mine is yours.
He'll be the one.
I'm certain of it.
- Mr. Lockwood.
- Hello. Um...
I am sorry
for calling
on you at such a late time,
and-and interrupting
your dinner.
Frightfully awful weather
we have out there.
It's ve-very chilly.
One could catch one's death.
- Mr.
Lockwood, this is Catherine.
- Catherine?
- Well, now,
that's a funny thing.
I-I was told early today that...
Poor old Nelly.
She must be confused
or in a state of exhaustion.
It's really rather funny.
She insisted
that you were in fact deceased.
- I am most certainly alive.
My mother,
who shares me same name,
however, is not.
- Oh,
I am most profusely sorry, miss.
- Mr. Lockwood.
- No, no, no.
I had intended to wipe the slate
clean,
and-and-and-and start anew.
But once again,
I have put my foot in it and...
Well,
I just won't disturb
you anymore.
- Nonsense.
Take a seat.
You travelled all this way,
you might as well eat.
It was a long time ago
and not worth dwelling on.
And don't mind
her, she has a dagger
for a tongue.
- And an unruly attitude.
- But it's only in jest.
- Oh, a trickster.
Oh, I see. Oh, very good.
So, it's you we have to thank
that caused all the
altercations in the first place,
then.
- Excuse me?
- Well, was it not you at my
bedroom window
the other night
intending
to cause me such a fright?
- It certainly was not.
- Oh.
Well,
you certainly were the-the girl
who invited me into
the house in the first place,
then.
- And who is this man and why is
he talking to me?
- And you, you were in on it
too, weren't you?
You, you little scoundrel.
You...
Telling me
that she weren't to be home
until the morrow.
Yes, I, I understand it all now.
A jest. Very...
very funny indeed.
- Well, that settles it.
To a clean slate.
- Yes.
- Um...
I-I am most sorry
for mentioning your wife...
in that manner earlier.
- She was not my wife.
- If you're too hot, you can
move away from the fire.
- Oh..
Th-thank you. No, no.
Um...
It's the strangest thing,
really.
I-I-I'm rather cold.
It feels like there's a...
There's an awful chill
in this room.
No?
No.
Mmh.
Uh, I-I'm not,
I'm not quite sure what's come
over me.
I'm afraid I-I really,
I really feel I ought
to try and...
... try and leave this place.
- It
seems you may have caught
a fever.
- Or delighted in too much wine.
- Um...
No.
No, no, no.
No, no, um, um...
- I so enjoy
making him jealous.
It's just a spot of fun.
I don't really mean any harm
by it.
Especially not to that extent,
anyway.
- You excited to marry and have
babies, Catherine?
- Not really.
- Oh?
- I'm struggling to see how any
man can provide me with
more happiness
than I can already
provide myself.
And I'm just so jealous
of yours and Hindley's love,
Frances.
I just
don't believe I'll
ever be lucky enough
to have what you have.
- Don't worry.
You'll find yours one day.
Look, I'm done.
- Let me see.
Oh, no, Frances.
That's not very good at all.
- Oh.
- Here, let me show you.
- Cathrine, that tickles.
- No, I'm sorry.
Does this tickle too?
- Aha!
What are you doing?
Huh?
You disgusting little creep.
You spied on my wife.
- Can't you hear?
Where the hell is Nelly?!
- She's
probably been held
back.
- What am I supposed to do?!
- Give me the.
- Stay here.
You stay
in here
and help your sister-in-law
deliver that fucking baby, now!
- Catherine, please.
- Is this normal?
- Stay here.
I'm gonna get more towels.
- Please.
- Please help me.
Please help me.
Please.
- Why do you treat him so poor,
Hindley?
Why? Why? Why?
Is he... Is he of our blood?
Huh?
No.
He was...
He was lucky he was even
given this life.
I... I have a right.
Everything.
Everything all stripped away
from me.
Son hardly notices me anymore.
Swine.
He belongs on a sty.
No.
No, no.
I-I will not.
I will not forgive.
You're the one.
Huh?
You're the one who's a mad man,
huh?
Mad for thinking
you'll get away
with all you've done.
And that...
That little
spoiled brat
of a sister is disgusting.
Huh?
Incestuous.
I'll put a stop to it.
Believe you me.
Believe you me.
Huh?
He thinks...
He thinks I'm stupid!
Do you think I'm stupid?
- Oh. Oh, my god!
- Anything the matter, sir?
- In-in-in there, in there.
Mr Heathcliff said
you caught a sniffle last night,
sir.
- What?
- 'Cause you seem quite
feverish, sir.
Just calm down.
Calm down.
Just calm down.
You can, uh...
You can catch anything
on the moors, sir.
Not to worry,
sir.
If you want to get dressed,
then we'll, uh, get you home.
Hopefully, the rain holds off.
Sir.
- Oh.
Um, good morning, miss.
Um... I was just waiting
for Hareton, actually
to, um, escort me home.
You haven't seen him have you?
- Thrushcross Grange
is not your home.
- Yeah.
Well I-I am it's current tenant.
- I wouldn't have known.
You seem to be always here.
- Right.
- He's most likely in the barn.
- Oh. Yeah.
- I'll show you.
- Ah, thank you.
- You know, you seem quite like
your mother.
- That's because you think she
and I are the same person.
You didn't know her?
- No, no.
- Well, neither did I.
She died just
moments
after giving birth to me.
- Oh. I'm sorry.
Well,
that same tragedy
be felled Hareton
and his mother.
- My father was Edgar Linton.
He grew up,
as did I, in Thrushcross Grange.
- Um... Excuse me.
Then-then
why
on earth do you now reside here?
- Because I married
Heathcliff's son.
- You about ready to make way,
sir?
- Ah, yes. Thank you.
Um, have you readied my horse?
You-you
didn't travel here by horse,
sir.
- Oh, right.
Sorry. Of course not.
Um, I'm
not sure what I'm thinking,
actually.
- Why
don't you get him
some breakfast?
Put some strength in him first.
- Aye, miss.
Sir.
I'm sorry. Excuse me.
- Thank you.
- Hareton.
- Mmh.
Mmh.
Mmh, mmh.
Mmh.
- Quite the appetite, sir.
- Hmm?
- My apologies.
I'm not quite
sure what's come over me,
actually.
- Sir.
- Oh, you know, um...
Actually,
I saw a portrait of Mr.
Heathcliff earlier.
And there was a boy with him.
Have you any idea
who that might be?
- That be his son, Linton.
- Oh, yes, Linton.
That's, um,
that's Cathy's husband,
isn't it?
Where is he?
- Um, I'm not sure, sir.
- Oh.
Hmm.
- Sir.
- He needs to leave.
He cannot be staying
here any longer.
Do you understand me?
- Shh.
He's not well.
- Of course he's not.
And I'm surprised.
It's her doing.
- Fever, fainting,
sickness and rash.
- Gotta get him out.
I'll take him back myself.
- How are you gonna do that?
On your shoulder?.
Old man.
- Aye.
Best get to praying then...
Fool.
- Hello.
Hello!
Harper?
Joseph.
Jo-Joseph, where's my horse?
Harper.
- He's a bastard.
Foul bastard.
If it weren't for Catherine
I would've left here
a long time ago.
- What are you doing, you freak?
I could kill you right now,
and no one would care.
- Ah.
- Oh!
- Mr. Earnshaw!
- Mr. Lockwood.
Mr. Lockwood, sir.
Are you well?
- I think maybe you should stay
the night, sir.
Get some rest.
Mr. Lockwood, sir!
Oh, oh, sir, sir.
- Oh my god.
Joseph.
- You know...
each person is tempted
when he is lured and enticed
by his own desire.
And desire,
when that's conceived,
gives birth to sin.
And sin,
when is fully grown,
brings forth death.
- What are you doing
at this hour?
- I tried telling
him it won't work.
Too much sin inside him,
you see?
- What might work?
- You should be in bed, sir.
Or better yet, gone.
- He-hello?
Hello?
Oh, Mr. Heathcliff.
I...
I'm so sorry,
I-I didn't mean to...
Forgive me.
I must ask.
What has happened to your son?
- She does still love me.
Can you feel her?
- No.
No, no I...
Your son, Linton.
Where is he?
Do you, do you know?
- I'm aware all the time that
I'm losing her.
- Catherine?
- My soul.
I have
to do what I can to stay close
to her.
I just want to be able
to hold her.
To touch her again.
- Oh.
I miss her.
I need her.
My heart swells for her.
- Mmh.
Hello.
Hareton.
I-I'm ready to leave now.
Oh.
Hareton.
Are you in here?
- Go, go.
- No! No!
Uh, ooh.
- Surely not.
You'll be alright.
- Help! Help!
Help!
- Well, what the hell happened?
- Watch your mouth.
- Mr.
Heathcliff is gonna be most
disappointed
when he finds out
he's still here.
- Well, he's not going anywhere
anytime soon now
with wound like this.
- Go! Fetch some towels!
- Right, miss. Yes, miss.
- Oh, Ms. Cathy.
Um...
- It proves difficult calling
for a doctor.
Just one
of the many detriments of living
so far away
from civilization.
- Don't pay any attention
to Joseph.
He's half blind
and a bitter old man.
Angry at the world and himself
for allowing Heathcliff
to keep him here.
- Well, the same could be said
for all of you, though.
Ah!
- Apologies.
We're not stuck here.
We can leave whenever we want.
Sometimes we choose
the wrong path
without knowing and
there's not really
much you can do
about it until it's too late.
- What is Heathcliff doing in
his wing?
- I'm not quite
sure what you mean.
Let's just
focus on getting you back
to health,
shall we?
- Thank you, Cathy.
Well, if I don't die,
I promise I'll try
and help you all escape
from here.
- Get some rest.
Tonight, Heathcliff killed
for me.
Just like he'd
once said he would.
- Hey.
- Catherine, what are we doing?
- Spying on the Lintons,
of course.
Wonderful.
- Is it?
- I would give my right arm to
have been born into
a family like this.
If only we could choose
where we're born.
Maybe I'll marry
into this family.
- Catherine,
how can you say that?
We ought to marry.
We made a promise.
- Heathcliff.
We can't really marry.
You should know this by now.
- You two,
what are you doing here?
- Run!
- Catherine!
- Catherine.
- He'll kill you. Go.
- I can't leave you.
- Run!
- I'll come back for you.
- This, for better and for
worse, led to my stay at
Thrushcross Grange
Mrs.
Linton taught me how
to be a true lady.
And I, little by little,
fell in love with her son,
Edgar.
- No.
No, no.
No.
Please.
I'm sorry,.
In another life,
I'll do better
to make you proud.
- Mr. Lockwood.
- What...
What are you doing here?
- Well, I became concerned, sir.
You'd not returned
to the Grange in a while,
and I'd-I'd not heard
as to a reason why.
- Uh, Nelly I don't, I don't
feel safe here.
I think,
I think we ought to leave.
- Well, don't you worry.
I'm gonna nurse you back
to health.
You've been quite unlucky,
haven't you?
- I keep seeing things here.
I don't know what really.
- A casualty of this degree can
often lead to delusion.
- No, no, no.
Even before all of this.
I can sense a kind
of presence here.
- Oh, no, no, no.
Shh, shh, shh.
Don't you worry, sir.
Now I've made you a concoction,
that'll take away the pain.
Now,
I have to tell
you some sad news, sir.
Harper, she seems
to have run away
from the Grange again.
I'm so sorry.
Right.
I'm gonna fetch you some water.
You can get yourself cleaned up.
Aye.
Right.
I've left you a towel,
some water.
You need
to take some of this
for the fever.
I'll be right outside,
if you need me.
- Ready the horses.
No.
A few hours at least.
- Where did you go?
- Aww.
- You're shivering, sir.
Aww, you poor thing.
There, there.
Aww.
Hey.
Let's get you by the fire.
Yeah.
There.
- Who were you talking to?
- When?
- Just now.
- Oh. Hareton, sir.
- Where's Heathcliff?
I-I haven't seen him in a while.
- No.
I wouldn't worry about him.
He's like a cat, that man.
A creature of the night.
He's always come and gone.
It's not unusual
for it to be days
before anyone sees him.
- Nelly,
how did Catherine die?
- It were childbirth, sir.
Right.
I made you some soup.
Need to get you healthy
and strong if we're to make the
journey back.
And sooner rather than later.
- Mr. Lockwood!
You must stay sat.
How do you expect to recover?
- I think, um, we should, we
should leave this place, Nelly.
I-I don't believe
we're safe here.
- All right.
Eat some of this,
and we'll
be out of here
before you know it.
This were Mr. Earnshaw's chair.
- What had happened to him?
- Old age.
He slowly became weak and frail.
He were a kind man,
but I do wonder
if he were the reason
behind Hindley's
great disdain for Heathcliff.
And vice versa.
- Are you dying, sir?
- Ah, I wish that you would call
me father.
Have I not been so much to you?
- Perhaps.
It's just
that your son has always liked
to
mention that you are not.
- Oh, I don't know why you take
any regard to that
pitiful excuse of a boy.
If I had one dying wish,
it would be
that you call me father.
I didn't have to bring you here,
you know?
- But you did.
You didn't have a choice.
Besides,
you're not dying anytime soon,
are you...
father?
- Well, there's something I need
you to be aware of
when I do die.
As Hindley is my only true son,
I am obliged
to hand Wuthering Heights
over to him.
However,
should he pass away before you,
then, it is written
that the deeds go
into your name,
Heathcliff Earnshaw.
- Father, I...
- Uh, do-do-don't... - What...
- Don't worry about Catherine.
She'll
marry some respectable
fellow enough.
- Why are you lurking?
Did I just hear
that I'll marry a rich fellow?
Tell me.
- I said respectable.
- What if you stayed here?
- I know how much love you have
for one another,
but
yous can't stay
together forever.
- Why not?
- Because you'll grow up, live
your own lives,
separate from one another.
- And what if we marry?
- Marry.
Marry?
No, no.
- Hindley's alive.
So how is it
that Heathcliff
has acquired this place,
and Thrushcross Grange
for that matter?
- No, Hindley's not alive, sir.
No. And because he married
Edgar's sister, Isabella,
and they had a son.
- Linton, yes, I know.
But listen,
I saw Hindley upstairs.
- No, it-it can't have been.
He had an accident
in the barn some years ago.
I-I watched him being buried.
- I...
I...
I...
hate...
you.
- Nelly, wake up, wake up.
- W-w-what's the matter?
- We must leave this place, now.
Come on, on your feet, please.
On your feet, go.
- What were that?
- Nothing that has our best
interests at heart.
Let's be off. - No, stop!
- Listen to me.
Listen.
- But you need to calm down.
- Listen to me, listen to me!
Ever
since I've stepped inside here,
I knew something was off.
He is killing people, Nelly.
Don't you understand?
Come on, we have to go.
Please, come on with me.
We have to go now.
Oh, my god.
Come on.
- Mr. Lockwood.
Sir! Mr. Lockwood.
Please... - Hurry up.
What is wrong with you?
Mr. Lockwood, please.
- No, no, no.
Mr. Lockwood.
- You don't see him?
- No.
I see what?
- Look at what he did to me.
Hmm?
Your little cherub.
No one, no one could see it.
No one.
All the signs were there,
what he was capable of.
And no one believed stupid,
drunk Hindley.
Did they?
Hmm?
You never
listened to me.
He killed my wife!
My wife!
You know,
they're trying to find a way to
bring Catherine back, you know?
Spirit haunting
the place isn't good enough
for her.
No, no.
Nothing was ever good enough
for her.
- Stay there! Stay there!
- What's happening?
- Oh!
- And you!
Ho!
Look at you now.
You're his dog.
You serve him.
You're a disgrace for a son.
- Watch out! - What?
- Mr. Lockwood.
- Please, stop it!
- What's the matter, Nelly?
Are you scared?
Huh?
Do you have any
guilt at all?
Hmm?
When you're a ghost,
you can't feel anything.
- Nelly!
Nelly.
Nelly.
- I'm sorry.
- Nelly.
- Nelly.
- Catherine!
You.
What have you done?
You made her angry.
- No, no, no.
Please. No.
Where-where are you?
Oh.
Oh, god. Oh, god.
Oh, no!
No.
No, no, no.
No, no.
Please, please.
No!
- She made her way back.
Probably tried to look for you.
Good horse.
Must have cost a pretty penny.
- You are demented, sir!
You are the devil.
- I ask you, Mr. Lockwood.
What would you do if everything
that gave your life
meaning was stripped away
from you?
- You killed their father.
- I never even knew my father.
- But you killed Hindley's wife.
- I had to marry a woman I
didn't even love.
And rear a child
that I didn't care about!
- No.
That was your choice.
Where is he?
Where is Linton?
- He was a pathetic excuse
for a son.
No wonder it didn't work.
- What didn't work?
- Abraham and Isaac.
It's all a damn lie.
These are the sacrifices
that have to be made.
- Oh, my god.
- Do you have any idea what it
takes to achieve resurrection?
- You are the devil.
He was your son.
- These are the sacrifices that
have to be made.
I ask you again,
what would you do?
- I'd throw myself in the river,
if I could.
- Believe me, I tried once.
Shhh.
- yes.
I'm here now.
Shh.
- I can't do this, Nelly.
- Good.
I'll, uh, I'll go get Edgar.
- No!
It's not Edgar I want.
It's Heathcliff I need.
- Edgar!
Come here and talk to me!
- You lost that right a long
time ago, Heathcliff.
Go home.
You're not welcome here.
- What are you doing here?
Ehh?
How dare
you disrespect the master
of this house?
- You've broken my heart,
Heathcliff
How strong you are.
How many years
do you mean to live
after I'm gone?
Huh?
I wish
I could hold you till
we're both dead.
I shouldn't care
what you suffered.
I care nothing
for your sufferings.
Why shouldn't you suffer?
Because I do.
Neither of you were good for me.
Will you forget me?
Will you be happy
when I'm in the earth?
Will you say, 20 years from now,
that's the grave
of Catherine Earnshaw?
I loved her long ago,
and I was sad to lose her.
But it's the past.
I've loved many others since.
- Do you not realize that your
words will be branded into
my memory?
They'll eat away at me.
Deeper,
eternally after you've left me.
You know you'd like to say
that you killed me.
Enough!
And Catherine,
you know I'd
sooner lose my own existence
than yours.
You've done this.
You've killed yourself.
If you love me then what right
do you have to leave me?
What right?!
Answer me!
May you not rest
as long as I'm living.
You said I killed you,
haunt me then.
Take any form, drive me mad.
Only do not leave me
in this abyss
where I cannot find you.
- I'll do whatever it takes for
us to be together again.
Whatever it takes, Heathcliff.
- She craves death.
But we need something more.
More permanent.
Her own blood.
This has to work.
- God willing.
It's what a daughter's made for,
to serve her mother!
- No, no no.
Please, Hareton. Help me!
- Let me know you're here,
Catherine.
- I'm sorry Cathy.
- What have you done?!
- No.
No!
Wait, wait.
- That was our only chance!
- Hya!
Hya!
- You should have left when you
had the chance.
No one,
not anyone one,
could stand in the way
of our love.
I was born in blood repenting
for the sins of my father
May we always
have each other
My love,
my love our fate has no remedy
My love,
we must play it's melody
My love, our song was so
We must play on and on