Wuthering Heights

Call off your ungodly dogs!

Down!

Quiet! Down!

Are you Mr. Heathcliff?

Well, I'm Mr. Lockwood,

your new tenant at the Grange.

I'm lost. L...

Can I get a guide

from amongst your lads?

No, you cannot. I've only got one,

and he's needed here.

Well, then, I'll have to stay

till morning.

Do as you please.

Quiet! Down!

Thank you for your hospitality.

Could you extend it to a cup of tea?

- Shall I?

- You heard him ask for it.

Thank you.

I presume the amiable lady

is Mrs. Heathcliff?

Would it be taxing your remarkable

hospitality if I sat down?

I hope my hospitality

will teach you...

not to make rash journeys

on these moors.

As for staying here, I don't keep

accommodations for visitors.

You can share a bed

with one of the servants.

Thanks. I'll sleep in a chair, sir.

No. A stranger is a stranger.

Guests are so rare in this house

that I hardly know how to receive them.

I and my dog.

Joseph, open up

one of the upstairs rooms.

Here's a room for thee, sir.

Bridal chamber.

Nobody slept here for years.

It's a trifle depressing.

- Can you light a fire?

- No fire will burn in yonder grate.

Chimbley's all blocked up.

Very well. Thanks.

Good night.

I said good night.

Heathcliff!

Let me in!

I'm lost on the moors!

- It's Cathy!

- Help! Mr. Heathcliff!

There's somebody out!

Oh, Mr. Heathcliff!

There's someone out there.

It's a woman. I heard her calling.

She said her name.

Cathy. That was it!

Cathy?

Oh, I must have been dreaming.

Forgive me.

Get out of this room.

Get out!

Get out, I tell you!

Cathy! Come in!

Cathy, come back to me.

Oh, do come once more.

Oh, my heart's darling!

Cathy. My own...

My...

Where's he going in the storm?

She calls him...

and he follows her out

onto the moor.

He's mad! He's like a madman.

He seized me by the collar

and flung me out.

You see, I had a dream.

I thought I heard a voice calling.

I reached out to close the shutter,

and something touched me.

Something cold and clinging,

like an icy hand.

And then I saw her.

A woman.

Then my senses must have become

disordered because the falling snow...

shaped itself into what looked like

a phantom, but there was nothing.

It was Cathy.

Who is Cathy?

A girl who died.

Oh, no, I don't believe in ghosts.

I don't believe in phantoms

sobbing through the night.

- Poor Cathy.

- I don't believe life comes back...

once it's died

and calls again to the living.

No, I don't.

Maybe if I told you her story,

you'd change your mind...

about the dead coming back.

Maybe you'd know, as I do...

that there is a force

that brings them back...

if their hearts

were wild enough in life.

Tell me her story.

It began 40 years ago...

when I was young...

in the service of Mr. Earnshaw...

Cathy's father.

Cathy's father.

Wuthering Heights was a lovely place

in those days...

full of summertime and youth

and happy voices.

One day Mr. Earnshaw was returning

from a visit to Liverpool.

- You'll not catch me!

- Yes, I will!

Cathy, go wash! I don't want your father

to see you in that dress.

You too, Hindley.

Hurry up, now.

I don't want to get washed!

Come along! I'll tell your father not

to give you the present he's bringing.

- What's he bringing?

- Go along upstairs.

Joseph says his horse

is coming over the hill.

Evening, Mr. Earnshaw.

- Hello, Joseph.

- Hello, neighbor Earnshaw.

- How are you, Dr. Kenneth?

- Back so soon?

What in the world have you got there?

A gift of God.

Although it's as dark

as if he came from the devil.

- Quiet, me bonny lad, we're home.

- He's a dour-Iooking individual.

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