Wuthering Heights Page #4

---

old life at Wuthering Heights.

In marrying Edgar,

she found

a measure of happiness.

Two souls as different

as the moonbeam

from lightning...

or frost from fire.

But thoughts are tyrants

that return again and again

to torment us.

Joseph!

Confound you, man.

A person from Gimmerton wishes

to see you, ma'am.

What does he want?

I didn't question him.

I'll be back in a moment.

It's not one of Hindley's

creditors, is it?

No, sir.

It's someone the mistress

doesn't expect.

Heathcliff's come back.

Well, don't strangle me

for that.

I know you didn't like him,

but, for my sake,

you must be friends now.

Shall I tell him to come up?

Come on.

You bid him step up.

Catherine, try to be glad

without being absurd

in front of

the whole household.

Heathcliff

is a runaway servant.

Sit down, sir.

Mrs. Linton has asked me

to welcome you.

And, of course,

I'm delighted when anything

occurs to please her.

And I, also.

Especially if it's anything

of which I have a part.

Where have you been

these two years,

Heathcliff?

You seem to have

done very well.

Yes.

Perhaps you came into

your inheritance?

Yes.

You look very fit.

Perhaps you've been

soldiering and seen

some service abroad.

Yes.

I shall... I shall

think it a dream tomorrow.

And yet,

you don't deserve

this welcome.

To be absent and silent

for two years.

I heard of your marriage, Cathy,

not long ago.

I traveled here simply to have

one glimpse of your face.

I fought through a bitter life

since I last heard your voice.

And you must forgive my silence,

for I struggled only for you.

Where are you staying?

At Wuthering Heights.

Hindley Earnshaw

invited you to stay

at Wuthering Heights?

It is I who invited him to stay.

It appears

that Hindley mortgaged

the property to cover

his gambling debts.

I was able to assist

my old friend by

taking up his notes.

I am the owner

of Wuthering Heights now.

What do you mean?

Hindley and Hareton

are both dispossessed.

It's our old home, after all.

Where Cathy and I grew up.

I have a particular

attachment to it.

Everything's so awake now.

Do you remember how

we pictured heaven?

I remember

how you pictured it.

Mm, how did you picture it?

With you.

Whenever and wherever

you spent time with me.

Go away.

I love you.

When you went away, I removed

myself from the Heights.

I rooted myself in his life,

in the Grange.

I cannot uproot myself again.

Why not?

I cannot.

Let me kiss you good-bye.

You won't drive me away

again, Cathy.

I don't want to.

But let us kiss good-bye

as Cathy and Heathcliff

from long ago.

And kiss good-bye to that time.

All right...

we put that time to sleep.

When we meet tomorrow,

Rate this script:0.0 / 0 votes