Wuthering Heights (2026)
Director: Emerald Fennell
Screenplay: Emerald Fennell
Based on: Wuthering Heights by Emily Brontë
Cast: Margot Robbie (Catherine “Cathy” Earnshaw), Charlotte Mellington (Young Catherine Earnshaw), Jacob Elordi (Heathcliff), Owen Cooper (Young Heathcliff), Hong Chau (Nelly Dean), Vy Nguyen (Young Nelly Dean), Shazad Latif (Edgar Linton), Alison Oliver (Isabella Linton), Martin Clunes (Mr. Earnshaw), Ewan Mitchell (Joseph), Amy Morgan (Zillah), Jessica Knappett (Mrs. Burton), Millie Kent (Jane), Vicki Pepperdine (Sister Mercy), Paul Rhys (Heathcliff’s Father)
Release dates: January 20, 2026 (Cineworld Leicester Square); January 30, 2026 (United States and United Kingdom)
Plot: In 1771, a man is publicly hanged; his suffering and visible erection send spectators, including Catherine Earnshaw and her paid companion Nelly Dean, a lord’s illegitimate daughter, into an ecstatic frenzy. Cathy’s father, the abrasive, alcoholic Mr. Earnshaw, returns to his Gothic, windswept estate of Wuthering Heights on the Yorkshire Moors one day with a young boy he rescued off the Liverpool streets. He says the lad is to be Cathy’s “pet”.
Cathy becomes protective of the boy, naming him “Heathcliff” after her deceased brother. As time goes on, the pair become inseparable. After they are trapped in the rain and return home late on Mr. Earnshaw’s birthday, Heathcliff assumes the blame and receives a whipping that leaves his back permanently scarred.
Years later, Wuthering Heights has fallen into disrepair due to Earnshaw’s worsening alcoholism and gambling habits. Cathy plans to court her new neighbor, wealthy textile merchant Edgar Linton, to escape Wuthering Heights’ bleak environment and help bring the lowly servant Heathcliff, now long-haired and bearded, into high society, though Heathcliff is jealous and disapproves.
Cathy sprains her ankle while spying on Edgar and his Romeo and Juliet-obsessed, flighty ward, Isabella, and is taken in for six weeks to heal. Edgar is smitten by Cathy and proposes marriage, which she accepts. She returns home fancily dressed; Heathcliff is standoffish.
Cathy sees servants Joseph and Zillah having a BDSM encounter in the barn. Heathcliff finds her, keeping her silent. Later, Cathy goes off to the moors and masturbates under her skirt. Heathcliff finds her shortly after, and they later have a passionate moment, but Cathy rejects Heathcliff’s kiss.
While expressing to Nelly her guilt over choosing Edgar over Heathcliff, Cathy’s words about how it would degrade her to marry impoverished Heathcliff are overheard by him. However, he leaves before Cathy professes that their souls are entwined. Much to Cathy’s sorrow, the now heartbroken Heathcliff rides on horseback into the sunset.
A year later, Cathy marries Edgar and lives a lavish lifestyle at their home, Thrushcross Grange, where her room’s walls made to resemble her skin. Isabella arranges for fine dresses for Cathy and makes a Cathy doll with Cathy’s own hair. However, Cathy longs for Heathcliff’s return.
Years later, Cathy is pregnant with Edgar’s child. Heathcliff returns five years after his departure. He is well-groomed and short-haired, and has mysteriously acquired a fortune. Rather than being happy to see Cathy, he is bitter and angry over her decision to marry Edgar and considers marrying Isabella to make Cathy jealous.
Heathcliff purchases Wuthering Heights from Mr. Earnshaw, who dies soon after. Cathy visits and kicks her father’s body, though she relents later. Isabella, who is infatuated with Heathcliff, lashes out at Cathy after she tells her that Heathcliff is not good for her. Soon, Cathy finds the Cathy doll stabbed and bloody in the dollhouse. Heathcliff begins an intense sexual affair with Cathy.
After Cathy realizes Nelly knew Heathcliff was listening when Cathy said marrying him would degrade her, she tries to banish Nelly. Nelly reveals the affair to Edgar, who forbids Cathy from seeing Heathcliff. Cathy reveals her pregnancy to Heathcliff, who claims to not mind, before having sex with her. He offers to kill Edgar, which Cathy rejects, and she dismisses him. Furious, Heathcliff enters into a loveless, BDSM relationship with Isabella, who understands the terms of the relationship and Heathcliff’s motivations for starting it and consents to participation. Heathcliff degrades Isabella and treats her like a dog, horrifying a visiting Nelly.
Depressed over Heathcliff marrying Isabella, Cathy locks herself in her room and starves herself. Heathcliff has Isabella send Cathy love letters, but Nelly burns them. Cathy becomes septicemic from the long-untreated miscarriage. She tells Nelly she forgives her treason of not telling her that Heathcliff overheard Cathy’s hurtful words.
Nelly rescues Isabella and reveals to Heathcliff that Cathy is dying. He rides out on horseback, only to find when he arrives that she has already died. Heathcliff holds Cathy’s dead body and begs her to drive him mad and not give him peace as long as he should live. He remembers the time after his beating when they were children atop a bed, when Cathy comforted him and smiled as he promised to never leave her.
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Transcript
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[person groaning softly]
[rope creaking]
[groaning, creaking intensifies]
[choking]
[gasps]
[choking continues]
[breathes shakily]
[breathes shakily]
Look, I told you what happens when the neck don’t break straight away and they get strangled. Look.
[choking continues]
He’s got a stiffy. [children laugh]
Shh! You dirty boys.
[urchin child] Wait for it.
[nun breathing heavily]
[choking continues]
[choking stops]
[crowd murmuring]
It’s fucking Hanging Day!
[crowd cheering]
Yeah!
[“House” by Charli xcx feat. John Cale playing]
[all cheering]
Sinner! [laughs]
Zillah!
Yeah!
Yes!
[salesperson] Sinners. Come get your sinners.
[salesperson] Ha’penny for a sinner.
[moaning]
[puppet master exclaiming]
Keep up.
[breathing heavily]
[parent] Keep up. [groans]
[“House” by Charli xcx feat. John Cale continues]
[groans]
You’re hurting me. Come on!
[song continues]
[song continues]
[song fades out]
[child wailing]
[child 2] You wanted to know why he was hanged.
[child sobbing]
It’s not my fault men are disgusting.
[sobs] Well, you shouldn’t have told me no matter what I said.
[sobs] Poor dolly. Oh, I’m going to die.
If you are, then be quick about it, for I have things to do.
What a frightful racket.
[child] Papa!
Oh, you look like a plate of corned beef.
Have you been crying?
[child] No. Only racing.
Racing? [chuckles] If your mother were still here she’d batter me around the head to see how I’ve let you run wild.
[scoffs] She would not.
Oh, you didn’t know her. She was a terror.
She boxed for the county.
[laughing]
She had hands like meat plates.
And her mustache was as big and bristly as a broom.
No.
I expect you shall have one too, Cathy, since they run in the maternal line.
Stop! You must not talk about Mama like that.
And I shall not have a mustache. I shall not!
Don’t be tiresome, Cathy.
Nobody likes a sourpuss. As well as a fright.
God’s teeth, Nelly.
Can you do something about her?
That’s what you’re here for.
Yes, sir.
And tell Mrs. Burton I shall dine at The Ram.
Oh, do not go, Papa. Please!
I shall go because the company is much better at The Ram and there is considerably less weeping.
Now then, where’s my fucking horse?
I’ll warn the maids.
[brooding music playing]
Papa! I’m sorry! Papa!
[banging, crashing in distance]
[father, in distance] Get up! Get a move on!
[Cathy breathing shakily] [steps approaching]
[door handle rattling]
[sighs]
See it were hotpot at The Ram again, Zillah.
[Zillah] I’m amazed he managed to eat anything.
Oh. He’s pissed up the wall again, Mrs. Burton.
Right. You know what that means.
Check his britches for soiling.
That poor little girl.
And what of that thing he brought home, eh?
[Zillah] It’s hiding somewhere.
[Mrs. Burton] But what’s it doing here?
Mr. Earnshaw had one of his fits of charity.
Oh, Lord. Then pray for that little sod too.
[tense music playing]
Hello?
[breathes shakily]
What are you– [shrieks]
[both breathing shakily]
[Earnshaw] And I said, “This is not Liverpool, this is not Bristol.
You cannot kick a child in the street.”
And the poor wretch’s father…
Well, it’s probably his father…
Anyway, the man said, “Well, you take the little devil then if you’re so worried.”
And I said, “Well, I shall! I shall!”
And here we are.
I was only asking how long it is you intend us to feed and clothe him, sir.
As it will affect the household purse.
I intend him to be clothed and fed for as long as I intend it! [grunts]
Why must I be surrounded by women?
Spend my days being endlessly badgered and sniped.
[Cathy] Papa!
Oh, here’s another hellcat sent to torment me.
Oh, there is not a better father in all the world.
Nor a better man.
Oh, so you like your new friend, do you?
Very much, Papa. Very, very much.
Although I do not think he can talk, therefore cannot give me his name.
So I’ve called him Heathcliff, after my dead brother.
Heathcliff…
Heathcliff, come here, my dear boy.
Come, come, come.
You are most heartily welcome here.
Oh! [Zillah] Oh!
Can I dress him up?
Yes, of course. He shall be your pet.
I shall be very, very kind.
Unless you’re bad, and then I shall pinch you.
[Cathy] Die, die, die! [laughing]
Kill that rat! Get him in the eye.
Get him in the eye. Go on!
[Zillah] Nice for her to have a friend.
A real friend, I mean. Not a paid one.
Companions aren’t paid. Companions are ladies, Zillah.
[Zillah chuckles]
Just because your father was a lord doesn’t make you a lady.
Bastards can’t be ladies, Miss Nelly.
No matter how much their father paid to have them hidden away.
[Cathy, Heathcliff chattering, laughing outside]
[Heathcliff] “Puh… Puh-on-eyuh. Puh-on”…
[Cathy] Po-ny. The pony.
[thunder rumbling]
“The pony”… [sighs]
“The pony a… a-tuh-eh”… [Cathy groans]
Ate! The pony ate! The pony ate the grass.
There’s a picture, Heathcliff. There’s a picture of it, look!
Honestly, I shall have to make you a paper cone and call you a dunce.
And if you do, I’ll throw you out the window and let the birds peck at your eyes!
I’m not doing it anymore. I don’t wanna read!
[Mrs. Burton] Temper, temper. [Heathcliff] Shut up.
[door opens, slams]
[sighs]
Sorry.
Sorry, Heathcliff.
Do you want to try again? I’ll be more patient, I promise. [Heathcliff] No.
Well, then you shall never read and never advance and be very stupid forever!
Go away. No.
Go away. No.
Just go away! No.
Go away! No!
[thunder rumbling]
I won’t go away.
I’ll never go away.
I will never leave you no matter what you do.
[tender music playing]
[groom] Walk up. That’s it.
[music continues]
[Nelly] Cathy, can I come?
No, no, you wouldn’t like it. You’re far too sensible.
[sighs]
Come on. She might follow us.
[tender music continues]
[Heathcliff yells]
[Cathy] I’m the queen of the castle, and you’re the dirty rascal.
[sighs] We need to go.
The rain will give over soon.
Your father will be very angry if we’re late. Please.
Stop worrying. It will give over. I promise it will.
Yeah, but the sky is black, Cathy.
No, no, no, no. You see there?
Blue.
But that’s not enough blue to get us back.
It is. You’ll see. For blue is blue, no matter how small.
[thunder rumbling]
[Earnshaw] Where have you been?
[Cathy breathes shakily]
I said, where have you been?
We were caught in a storm, Papa.
It is my birthday, Catherine, and you have kept me waiting.
I believe you do not care for me at all.
Of course I do, Papa. You’re the best father in the world.
I am so sorry.
[stammers] You shall be sorry when it’s your own birthday and I forget it.
Let’s have supper and celebrate properly.
It’s cold.
[Cathy] Papa.
[crashing]
[Heathcliff] It’s my fault, sir.
Not Cathy’s. She wanted to turn back but I ignored her.
Heathcliff, please.
All she has spoken of all day is you and your birthday.
[Heathcliff breathing shakily]
Is this true? No.
I swear it. She’s not to blame. [breathing shakily]
Are you trembling?
Stop at once. You make me feel like a brute. Stop it, I say.
[Cathy] Papa, please. It was not his fault.
I feed you, and clothe you, and save you from poverty and despair.
I am the kindest man alive, and you dare to tremble at me.
I’ll give you something to tremble about!
Take her, Nelly! Take her! Papa, no! No!
No, no! Get off me! No! No! Come here, you dog!
Go!
Heathcliff! No! [Earnshaw] Come here!
No! No, no, no! [blows landing]
[Earnshaw] Hold still! [Heathcliff screaming]
[Earnshaw] Hold still, you dog!
[crying] No! Heathcliff.
[Earnshaw] You dog. Bark! [screaming continues]
[thunder rumbling]
[wind howling]
[whispers] Heathcliff.
[breathing shakily, sobbing] [Cathy whispers] Heathcliff.
What’s he done?
Oh, you’re bleeding.
Heathcliff, why did you lie?
It was my fault we were late. Not yours.
I couldn’t see him hurt you.
But this hurts me. Don’t you understand?
Heathcliff, this hurts me.
[breathing shakily] I will take this and more… every day… if it spares you.
[romantic music playing]
Heathcliff…
Yes?
I’m sorry.
Don’t be sorry.
Don’t ever be sorry for me, Cathy.
For I would do it again and again.
Then we’re doomed.
What can I do?
[breathing shakily] Nothing.
Just stay with me.
[romantic music continues]
[Cathy] Heathcliff.
[steps approaching]
Heathcliff.
Answer me, you brute.
Are you awake?
[Heathcliff] No. [grunts]
Now? Catherine!
I was up all night with the horse.
What could be so important?
Thrushcross Grange is sold. We have neighbors. [exclaims]
They are called Linton.
[Heathcliff] A family? A bachelor and his ward.
He made his fortune in textiles.
[coach driver shouts]
God. Look at it all.
He must be very rich indeed.
I suppose he shall fall in love with me.
I suppose he shall fall in love with–
I heard you.
It would be nice to be rich.
What should you do, Heathcliff?
What? If you were rich.
I suppose I’d do what all rich men do. I’d… live in a big house.
And be cruel to my servants.
Take a wife.
A wife? What wife?
I… I’ve always looked fondly on…
Rose from The Crown.
The landlord’s daughter.
She’s quite the plainest girl I ever laid eyes on.
And dull too. Shockingly dull. She’s practically a simpleton.
[scoffs]
I cannot sit here all day talking nonsense with you.
After all, the Lintons may call on me at any moment.
[Cathy sighs]
I warn you, if they do not come soon, I shall feel snubbed.
And you will have a quarrel with them before you have even met.
That would be a feat even for you.
We are a very important family.
Perhaps they do not know.
Earnshaws have been here since 1500.
It is written above our door!
[sighs] Why do they not come?
It has only been a week.
In fact, we’re likely far superior to Mr. Linton’s family, who, after all, made their fortune in velvet.
It is not at all the same thing as land. Not at all.
Perhaps they’re waiting for me to call on them.
No.
Why not?
Because a lady cannot go to a house unannounced.
It is not done. They would be shocked.
They would not. They would be delighted.
As are all who have the pleasure of making my acquaintance.
Perhaps that is why they have not come.
They may be intimidated, poor things.
Yes, I’m sure that’s it.
[Cathy sighs]
[Nelly] Work on your tapestry.
I hate my tapestry.
[Cathy scoffs]
I was not bored before they came.
Now I’m so bored I might die.
What’re you– Heathcliff! How dare you!
I have had enough of hearing about Mr. Linton.
Heathcliff, I… I cannot get down in these skirts.
Well, then you’ll have to take ’em off.
[gasps]
You will be so very sorry when I fall out of this tree and die!
Help!
[chuckles]
[sighs]
[cracking sound]
[scoffs]
Are you pleased with yourself?
Very.
[indistinct clamoring outside]
Get off! It was just a loose pebble.
Give me my hat, woman. Arsehole.
Careful, sir. [Earnshaw grunts]
Let’s get you on that horse, sir. Come on.
[Earnshaw grunts] That’s it. Steady.
Get off me. I know how to ride a horse.
Fuck off, you silly woman.
Careful as you go, Mr. Earnshaw.
Oh, Heathcliff.
Oh. [chuckles]
I-I fear we had a run-in the other day.
What did I do?
Oh, don’t tell me. I can’t bear it.
Ah, what a wretch I am. Can you forgive poor Earnshaw?
Yes, sir.
Oh, splendid. Splendid, boy. Yes.
I knew it couldn’t be as bad as I’d imagined.
Well, I’m off to town to see if I can’t find that wretched solicitor.
For I know it’s he who has been spending all my money.
[Heathcliff sighs]
What happened the other day?
Nothing much. He just gave me a cuff around the ear, is all.
Silly old fool.
He must know you could knock his eyes out if you cared to.
He knows I don’t care to.
Well, I wish you would.
Do you?
My only restraint is you.
Then you must be better for both of us.
[wind whistling]
[Cathy breathing shakily]
Are you cold, Cath? [sighs] Yes.
Let me make you a fire.
No. Papa will whip you if you do. [breathes shakily]
We cannot spare the wood.
Hmm. He can always spare the wood when he’s cold.
He’ll not need it tonight.
For his face has made acquaintance with the parlor floor.
Again. Hmm.
It did not go well with the solicitor. [breathes shakily]
We are ruined, Heathcliff. There is nothing left.
He’s gambled it all away.
[sighs]
I suppose I shall have to throw myself at Mr. Linton after all.
[Cathy breathing shakily]
Hopefully I’ll die of cold and be spared the shame of it.
[Cathy breathing shakily]
[gasping]
[grunting] Heathcliff!
Do not throw yourself at Mr. Linton, Cath.
[pensive music playing]
[music continues]
[sighs]
[music fades out]
[sighs]
[pig squealing]
[squealing continues]
[Cathy groans] [squealing continues]
[breathing shakily]
[sighs]
[breathing shakily]
Harder. [grunting]
Yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
[groans] Must you do that here, Joseph?
The drain in the yard is at overflow.
[sighs] So my skirts will be nothing but pig scab.
[sighs]
[Cathy, Heathcliff breathing heavily]
[Cathy scoffs]
Every moment that passes, we slide further and further beyond the pale.
Sorry, Miss Catherine.
[Cathy groans]
[breathes shakily]
[woman] “Two households, both alike in dignity
In fair Verona, where we lay our scene.”
And thus begins the greatest, most romantic play
I have ever read in my entire life.
And that is including Othello , which you know I loved, Edgar.
I actually believe that the nurse is the villain of the story because she allows this chaos to ensue, knowing that they’re going to be doomed and that there’s going to be so much death.
But I don’t really like the nurse actually.
But anyway, Mercutio gets killed in the street.
Mercutio.
[woman] And Romeo then kills Tybalt for revenge for Mercutio’s death.
He’s murdered in the street. And everyone sees.
So, Romeo, he’s banished from Verona.
And Juliet gets word of this, and she’s absolutely devastated.
So she hatches this plan with Friar Laurence, you see, and-and she’s going to take this sleeping drink, and she’s going to elope and no one’s going to know.
And word of this was supposed to be sent to Romeo, so that’s where you-you think it’s gonna go.
But someone tells Romeo that Juliet’s dead.
But you see, Juliet is not dead at all.
She’s only taken… No.
…a sleeping draft, but Romeo did not know, for he was in Mantua, and the letters had not reached him.
What a thorough précis, Isabella.
I feel quite transported.
Oh, how I cried.
Edgar, I thought my head might fall off.
[chuckling] Oh, dear. That would not do.
Well, no, indeed not.
For then I should have nowhere to put my ribbons.
[both chuckle]
[screams] [Cathy yelps]
[screams] Edgar!
What on earth is it? What– Edgar, I saw a ghost.
Edgar, I saw a ghost.
I saw a ghost there. There. By the wall.
Oh, Edgar, it had the most fearsome visage.
Ghastly pale. It was hideous.
It had dead, evil eyes.
There will be some reasonable explanation. Let me look.
Edgar, please don’t leave me. Please.
You are quite safe, I assure you.
[Isabella inhales shakily]
[Isabella breathing shakily]
[sighs]
[gasps]
[blows]
May I assist you?
[Nelly] “Have sprained my ankle on a hideous wall.
Linton has taken me in.”
[sighs] [Zillah] Linton!
“Had cream cake for tea and chocolate.”
[Earnshaw chuckles] [Zillah] Chocolate?
[Nelly] She has underlined chocolate.
[chuckles] Clever little cat. She’ll be in clover.
But she’s sprained her ankle.
I will go. I can carry her.
‘Tis five miles. [Heathcliff] It’s nothing.
No, no, no, no, no.
You can’t go up there, you silly boy.
You’re a servant, Heathcliff.
This is her chance. And likely her only one.
Well, she’s already well past spinsterhood.
We can’t have you blundering up there.
Would ruin her prospects.
Do… Nelly, we can’t just…
A most impressive fellow, you know.
A gentleman through and through.
I mean, he’s not quite out of the top drawer, you know.
[chuckling] Obviously.
But we can overlook such things, can’t we?
As we have done with you, my dear. [chuckles]
Oh, and the Grange.
You’ve never seen anything like it.
The drawing room is made of crystal.
How is Cathy?
[Earnshaw] Purring like a kitten.
Waited on hand and foot by both Linton and his ward.
And what is she like?
[Earnshaw] Miss Isabella? Yes.
Oh, she’s very fine. Very pretty indeed.
Good.
[Earnshaw] It is a wonder that Linton didn’t marry her himself.
But still, I suppose they’re more like brother and sister really.
When will Cathy be back? [Earnshaw] Soon enough.
She kept that ankle clamped to a velvet pillow for as long as is remotely credible. [chuckles]
Mind you, if Linton is even half as smitten as he looks, I doubt if she’ll be back here long.
[Earnshaw chuckles]
[whimsical music playing]
[Earnshaw] Whoa!
Oh.
[gasping]
[gasps]
Oh.
Ooh, my poor boots.
[chuckles] [grunts]
[scoffs]
[grunting]
Thank you, Joseph.
Cathy. Miss Earnshaw.
What is it? [Zillah gasps]
You are transformed.
It is all Isabella.
She is the sweetest person alive.
She fixed my hair herself. It is her special talent.
[Zillah gasps]
You know, she has a room entirely for ribbons.
Just ribbons. [chuckles]
Where is Heathcliff?
Well, here you are.
You’re back then.
Oh, is that it?
I’ve been gone six weeks.
You do not bother yourself to greet me?
In fact, I do believe you are hiding.
Oh, how cross you look.
And dirty. I can smell you from here.
No one could be in any danger of smelling you.
Just enough perfume to make the eyes water.
It is lily of the valley.
It is no such thing.
You’re angry because I was gone for so long.
[scoffs]
It could not be helped.
I’m not angry, Cathy. I’m busy.
All right? You came to see me, lo, here we are, so you have.
Why don’t you go and bother one of the other servants?
Heathcliff, do not–
For God’s sake, will you listen?
I tell you, I have work to do.
I cannot endlessly indulge every last wretched whim of yours.
We’re not children anymore, Cathy.
Surely you understand that now?
I cannot play with you.
As though I could crave your company after so many weeks with Edgar and Isabella.
Carry on with your work.
[grunts]
[sighs]
[sighs]
[sighs]
[wind howling]
Heathcliff, I want– [Joseph] You get in there.
Do you hear me? Come on. Get in there.
[Zillah breathes shakily] [Joseph] Go.
[breathing heavily]
[Joseph] You’ve been a bad girl.
A very bad girl. [Zillah laughs]
You’re not gonna be laughing in a minute.
[Zillah chuckles]
Where do you think you’re going, hey? Get back here.
You don’t wanna stay here with me? Stay with Joseph?
[Zillah grunts] Hmm?
[both moan]
What do you want?
[gasps]
[whip cracks] [Zillah squeals]
[Joseph] This’n, or…
[breathes shakily]
[sighs] Hmm?
[breathing heavily]
[Joseph] Oh, yeah.
[Zillah breathing heavily]
[Joseph moans] Ooh, fucking hell.
Pull it harder, Joseph. I’ll break your teeth.
Pull it harder. [yelps]
[gasps] [Heathcliff] Shh.
[Joseph, Zillah moaning] [thumping sounds]
[Joseph] Oh, good girl. Good girl.
[Joseph, Zillah grunting and moaning]
[Heathcliff breathing heavily]
[Joseph, Zillah grunting]
[Joseph, Zillah moaning]
[Joseph, Zillah breathing heavily]
[Joseph] You’re amazin’.
[Zillah laughing]
[footsteps receding]
[Cathy, Heathcliff breathing heavily]
Cath… No.
[Nelly] Are you feeling quite right?
What? Oh, yes. Fine.
[wind whistling]
I’m going for a walk.
In those skirts?
[Cathy breathing heavily]
[wind blowing]
Cathy!
[Cathy moaning]
[moaning continues]
[Cathy moaning, breathing heavily]
[moans] [rocks clattering]
[Cathy breathing heavily]
[gasps]
[pensive music playing]
[softly] Cathy. Oh, God.
Cath. Cath, it’s nothing. No. Please go away.
Go away and leave me alone. It’s nothing.
Oh, God. Oh, God, I will die.
[chuckling] Don’t die. It’s not worth dying over.
How dare you laugh at me, you devil? This is your doing!
How is it my doing?
Stop talking. Cath.
Stop. Do not talk to me or look at me.
You’re going to make yourself ill.
Do not ever look at me again! Stop or you will kill me.
[breathes shakily]
Do not.
[breathing heavily] Do not. Let go of my hand.
Never.
[sniffs]
[music continues]
I have you now.
I can follow you like a dog to the end of the world.
[music intensifies]
[breathing heavily]
[softly] Put me down.
If you care for me at all, put me down.
Do not follow me.
I beg of you.
[“Wall of Sound” by Charli xcx playing]
[Earnshaw singing drunkenly]
[Zillah] Come on, sir.
[Cathy] For God’s sake…
[Earnshaw] Hold me up.
Don’t look at me like that!
I’m ill!
[Cathy] We are all ill.
We are all ill because of you!
[Earnshaw] Ingrate! Slattern!
Cathy… Not now, Nelly.
Catherine… Not now, Nelly!
Whatever it is, it must…
[shushing] Mr. Linton is in the parlor.
Mr. Linton?
[Earnshaw shouting in distance]
Mr. Linton.
I am not fit to receive you.
Miss Earnshaw, that could never be true.
Indeed it is. I… I fear I must excuse myself.
Must be most distressing to see your father so… unwell.
You saw him then.
[sighs]
It is too shaming.
No.
It is all too shaming.
No, no.
I’m sorry, Mr. Linton.
I’m very sorry.
Miss Earnshaw, please, sit.
There is something I must say.
Please.
Please.
If I were in heaven, Nelly, I should be extremely miserable.
Because you’re not fit to go there.
[Cathy scoffs]
Not just that.
It is because I should be homesick.
Did something pass between you and Mr. Linton?
He asked me to marry him.
And what was your response?
I accepted him.
Well, be quick, Nelly. Tell me, was I wrong?
Do you love him?
One could not help but love Edgar.
Then where is the obstacle?
Here.
In whichever place the soul lives, I’m convinced I am wrong.
[Nelly] Why?
Nelly, you know why.
[sighs]
Heathcliff.
[Cathy] 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.
[Nelly sighs]
Do not sigh at me.
[sighs]
I know you think I’m a selfish wretch… but if I marry Mr. Linton, I could aid Heathcliff to rise.
I could place him out of my father’s power.
With your husband’s money?
You’ll find him not so pliable as you calculate upon.
Why did I ask you?
What would you know about it?
You’ve never loved anyone in your whole life.
No one has ever loved you.
[unsettling music playing]
You say you love Edgar Linton.
You have accepted his proposal.
It is done, Cathy.
I do not know what it is you want from me.
Reassurance?
Compassion?
Some kindness?
You must know, Nelly, you.
It would degrade me to marry Heathcliff.
We would be beggars.
So he shall never know how I love him. [sniffles]
[“Open Up” by Charli xcx playing]
[sobbing]
[Nelly] Where are you going?
[Cathy] To the Grange to call it off.
I could not sleep last night.
I should never have accepted Linton.
Cathy, stop!
Stop! What?
[Nelly] Joseph, tell her.
I’m sorry, Miss Earnshaw.
He made off with the horse. Last night.
[“Open Up” continues]
Cathy…
I do not think he is coming back.
Of course he is.
He is only trying to vex me.
You know what he’s like.
He would never leave me, Nelly.
Never.
Did he come?
[Nelly grunts]
We could put it off.
It has been a year. It cannot be put off any longer.
Tighter.
Tighter. This is tight enough.
Tighter, Nelly. But you will not breathe.
Tighter.
[“The Dark-Eyed Sailor” by Olivia Chaney playing]
[Cathy grunts]
God, how I love you.
[Isabella] Cathy. Hello!
Can I give you your wedding present now?
[Cathy] Oh, it’s… it’s quite lovely.
[Isabella] I made it the night that Edgar proposed, once I knew that you would join us here forever.
Is this? Your real hair. Yes.
For I had been collecting it from the brush while you stayed with us.
I… I knew I could not use anything else, for your hair is so singular.
Well, this… must have taken a very long time.
[chuckles] Oh, no matter. For I have nothing to do.
[whimsical music playing]
Let us put Little Catherine here.
Oh, next to me.
[Isabella sighs]
[Cathy] How extraordinary.
[Isabella exhales sharply]
Wait till you see your dresses, Cathy.
[sighs]
Oh, Edgar. How many did you have made?
This was all my dear ward.
Isabella knows everything. She had all of these ordered.
From France and Belgium and Italy.
All of the ateliers have been making things to your measurements.
I had to sacrifice my ribbon room for it.
Oh, Isabella, no.
[stammers] It was no hardship… knowing how pleased you would be.
Come. Come, there is more.
Oh, Cathy, wait till you see.
[chuckling]
Your bedroom. When they asked me what color it should be, I said it should be the most beautiful color in the world.
The color of my wife’s sweet face.
Here, look.
The freckle from your cheek.
[chuckles]
[sighs]
Nelly.
Nelly.
Nelly.
Nelly.
Nelly! Yes, Cathy.
Well, you have been quiet.
Quiet?
Since we came.
It is not like you to be so silent.
Do you disapprove?
Of what?
I don’t know.
Perhaps it is only contentment.
You have no complaints?
What could there be to complain about?
That we are too comfortable? Too warm?
That your necklace is too big? That the dog is too small?
It is too small.
I’ll grant you that.
As for the rest?
This is good.
[Nelly] It is good, Cathy.
[Nelly] Hmm?
[“Chains of Love” by Charli xcx playing]
[breathing heavily]
[no audible dialogue]
[Edgar] Everything all right, my love?
Catherine.
[Cathy] I’m fine.
[no audible dialogue]
[song continues]
Darling, what are you doing?
[Edgar grunts]
Gosh.
[breathes heavily]
[song ends]
[muffled chatter]
[Isabella] They said the colors would be periwinkle.
Please, Edgar! [Edgar] Bella.
But, Edgar, I’m grown up. [Edgar sighs]
[Isabella] I’m 21 and a half.
[Edgar] Your age has nothing to do with it, Bella.
[Isabella] Please.
[Edgar] You’ve been asking me for weeks, and for weeks I have said no.
[Isabella] Yes, but you have not said why, Edgar.
[Edgar] Absolutely not. Oh, please, Edgar! Please!
[Edgar] Do not press me, Bella.
A hanging is not an appropriate place for a young lady.
You are so old-fashioned. Tell him, Catherine.
No, he is right.
You would not like it, Isabella.
Indeed. Thank you, darling.
I’ve always found them quite… barbaric.
[Nelly] Hmm. [Isabella] That is a shame.
For I thought you would have taken a particular interest in this hanging, Catherine.
Why?
Because of who is being hanged.
What?
[whispering] It is a woman.
[exhales shakily]
[Isabella laughs]
Do you think they will do it in her skirts?
[Edgar] Oh, for God’s sake.
[Isabella] It would be quite indecent, for surely one could only look up and see–
[Edgar] Isabella, enough.
Look, you have upset dear Catherine.
No, no.
I only need some air.
[crow caws] [wind whistling]
[Cathy sighing]
[pensive music playing]
Mrs. Linton. Mrs. Linton.
Oh, Joseph. Oh, it is good to see you.
Yeah. It has been such a long time.
How are you?
How is Zillah?
Zillah? Gone. Married.
Oh.
Yeah, she’s got a little… a little boy now.
Tubby little rascal.
See them in the village sometimes.
She doesn’t greet me. Oh.
But it wouldn’t look well, her talking to someone like me.
I know that.
I’d embarrass her. [chuckles]
No. I don’t think that’s true.
Have you come to see your father?
How is he? [inhales sharply]
[bottles clanking]
[Cathy breathing shakily]
Hello, Daughter. [gasps]
Papa. Oh.
“Papa” is it now? [chuckles]
What has happened?
[Earnshaw] What has happened?
Uh, Zillah is gone, and I’ve no money to replace her.
And so, uh, we sink into ruin.
Edgar sends money, Papa. I know he does.
Have you come here to scold me?
Uh, no, I…
I came to wish you a happy Christmas.
And to see how you are.
And how do you find me?
Quite well.
[laughs]
[chuckles]
Not dead, you mean.
You do look well, however. Mmm. [smacks lips]
Gladdens my heart to see you so happy, Catkin.
Perhaps you might share some of that happiness with your poor, lonely, old papa.
Just give him a little bit more to get by on.
You know I cannot, Papa.
For you will only gamble it away.
And what will you spend it on, eh?
More garish jewels?
More tawdry geegaws to dangle about your person?
[mumbles] Well, I suppose I should not begrudge it.
You’ve had no children and nothing to do except make yourself ridiculous.
[tense music playing]
No children in all these years.
That fine husband of yours not up to it, I suppose.
Or perhaps it’s you– Stop!
[coins clanking]
There! No!
Since you will toss your coins on the floor, you will stay and watch me grope for them, since that is what you meant by it.
[groaning]
[grunting]
I’m sorry.
[Cathy sobbing] Catherine. Catherine.
It’s all right.
It’s all right. It’s all right.
You’re a very brave, very good girl, my darling.
You have survived that wretched place.
You need never go back there again.
I do not know why I went back.
[kisses]
[Cathy sighs]
There is nothing for me there.
[“Sussex Carol” playing]
[Cathy] Oh, my. [chuckles] [Edgar chuckles]
[Cathy gasps] Oh, look at this.
Happy Christmas, Nelly, dear.
Thank you, Cathy.
Oh. [Isabella gasping]
[Isabella chuckles]
Oh. [chuckles]
[Edgar] A book of friendship.
[Cathy] Oh. Oh, you drew that?
Yes. Yes. That is you and I.
[Isabella, Edgar chuckle]
Oh. Ribbons.
That is your beautiful silhouette that I watched one day
from your room. [Edgar chuckles]
Oh, look at this. What on Earth is that?
Yes, this is, um, a rose which reminded me of you also.
The most beautiful rose in the world. [chuckles]
[Edgar] Beautiful. [Cathy] Oh.
[chuckles] [Isabella] Remember the day that we went walking, and you picked out a mushroom and you said, “What a lovely mushroom”? Yes.
Well, I commemorated it in decoupage.
[Cathy, Edgar, Isabella chuckling]
[Edgar] God. [Cathy chuckles]
It’s fantastic news, Catherine.
All round. It’s fantastic news.
I have never been happier. [chuckles]
So you are excited to become a father then?
I am giddy.
I feel like a chit fresh out of the schoolroom.
You clever thing. [chuckles]
[Cathy sighs] [Edgar sighs]
Will you stay here tonight?
Nothing would please me more.
[kisses]
But you need your rest, my love.
And you will not rest if I stay here with you.
[chuckles] Good night.
[Edgar] Good night, my love.
How wonderful. [door closes]
[cracking]
[gasps]
[breathing heavily]
[gasps]
[“The Dark-Eyed Sailor” by Olivia Chaney playing]
[song continues]
Heathcliff.
Heathcliff.
Oh, what a wicked trick!
[Cathy breathing heavily]
I dared not hope.
[sniffles, sighing]
Let me look at you.
[breathes heavily]
Oh, you are handsome. You brute.
[scoffs]
And rich. [scoffs]
[chuckles]
Does that amuse you?
[inhales sharply]
Not in the least.
[breathing heavily]
Come. We must not get the mopes.
Come to dinner.
Everyone will be so delighted to see you.
[Cathy] I ruined my dress climbing up there to get to him, and he did not move an inch.
So you have been abroad?
Oh, Edgar, look at him. Of course he has.
Tell us, Heathcliff, where have you been?
What have you been doing these past years?
Was it very exciting?
At times.
Is that all? “At times”?
After near five years, it was exciting “at times”?
Mmm.
[chuckles]
[Cathy] I see you want me to press it out of you.
[Heathcliff chuckles]
Well, I will not beg you for your story, Heathcliff.
In fact, I am beginning to suspect
that it was very boring. It wasn’t.
Perhaps he was a pirate.
[Heathcliff] Perhaps I was.
Oh, dear. Surely not. [inhales sharply]
I really don’t care what you have been doing.
Do I, Edgar?
Darling, have I even mentioned Heathcliff?
I do not believe so, my love.
[Cathy] You see? Keep your secrets, Heathcliff.
And we will have to assume that your fortune was most ill-gotten.
[Heathcliff chuckles] Where are you staying?
At Wuthering Heights.
No, you… you mustn’t.
The place is no more than a ruin.
Tell him, Edgar. He must come here.
Indeed. If he… If… No.
No, I would rather be home.
Home? Yes, I suppose it is a sort of home for you.
Yes, I should say so, since I bought it.
You did not.
[chuckling] Oh, how wonderful.
For us to have a neighbor. [chuckles]
Wonderful.
[whimsical music playing]
He is the most handsome man I ever saw. [chuckles]
Who is?
Mr. Heathcliff, of course.
Heathcliff? He would devour you.
Oh! He would not.
He would indeed.
He is rough and wild and of wicked temper.
[stammers] Why would you say such things?
He is your friend.
Yes, it is because he is my friend that I can say it with such certainty.
Oh, you are funny, Isabella.
He would crush you like a sparrow’s egg.
You are a dog in the manger, Cathy!
Do you think I speak from jealousy?
I only meant to save you from humiliation.
By all means, pursue him.
I’m sure he’ll find your efforts greatly amusing.
As will I.
[whimsical music continues]
[gasps, scoffs] [music ends]
[Edgar] Oh, it will be some game.
For you two have never quarreled.
What could there be to quarrel about?
I’ll be back by supper.
[Cathy and Edgar kissing]
[Cathy] Goodbye, darling.
Thank you. Sir.
I’m sure you know why Isabella has savaged my poor doll.
It is because she is quite besotted with you.
Hmm. Indeed, I had not noticed.
You know she is.
But now that you bring it to my attention, she is pretty.
Heathcliff… And rich.
She’s not been shy about the inheritance settled upon her once she marries.
And she likes me, you say?
Why don’t we ask her?
For I am quite certain she’s hovering by the door, listening to us.
Isabella?
Isabella, come in, dear.
[singsongy] We know you are there.
Shall I come and fetch you?
Oh, look, Heathcliff.
Oh! [chuckles]
Someone who admires you even more than I do.
[Isabella breathing shakily] [chuckles]
Poor thing is breaking her heart over you.
Cathy, please. No! No, no, no.
Excuse me. Don’t run away, dearest.
Don’t run away.
You see, Isabella thinks that if only I would step aside, she would shoot a shaft of light into your soul that would make you a gentleman.
No! [screams, sobs]
Do not run.
I will not be named a dog in the manger again.
[breathes shakily] I will go. You stay.
Have him to yourself.
Show him your dolls.
[softly] No.
[Isabella sobs]
You are a dog in the manger.
You have no interest in her. You know you do not.
Leave her alone.
Why should I?
If it’s kissing she wants, I’m more than happy to oblige.
You will not. I have a right to if she chooses, and you have no right to object.
I’m not your husband, remember?
You have no right to be jealous of me.
Do not scratch at me, Heathcliff.
I have been nothing but kind since your return.
[chuckling] No?
Have I chastised you once for your desertion?
Have I delivered a single rebuke?
These past years, I have not known
if you were alive or dead. [sighs]
And you dare to upbraid me?
When the fault is yours!
Mine?
How have I wronged you? How?
You knew I loved you, and you disregarded it.
[inhales sharply] Don’t say you did not.
You treated me infernally.
Do you hear?
Infernally.
And if you flatter yourself that I don’t perceive it, then you are a fool.
And if you think a few sweet words will console me, then you are an idiot.
And if you fancy that you can marry Linton unrevenged, I will convince you of the contrary.
Oh, there can be no peace between us, Catherine.
I was a fool to think otherwise.
For peace with you is worse than war.
So, thank you for telling me Miss Isabella’s secret.
I swear I’ll make the most of it.
For you are welcome to torture me to death for your own amusement.
Only please allow me to amuse myself in the same style.
Kiss her then.
Marry her, for all I care.
It is nothing to me.
If I thought you really meant that, I’d cut my own throat.
So cut it.
Only do not do it on this carpet.
For it is Edgar’s favorite, and he would be very sorry to see it ruined.
[tense music playing]
[thunder rumbling]
I do not think we should receive
Mr. Heathcliff anymore.
Whatever you wish, my dear.
[Isabella breathing shakily] [Cathy] Hmm.
[Earnshaw] Poor little Heathcliff.
[thunder crashing]
I’m in no mood for you tonight.
Oh, I just thought you might like a little company.
[kisses]
There is gin on the side table.
Let that be your companion.
Oh? Oh, thank you, dear boy.
You are good to your old papa, aren’t you?
[chuckles]
It’s a grim joke, my boy.
[chuckles] Is it not?
My dream in bringing you here was to make a gentleman of you.
Uh, and now, to look at us… [chuckles]
…who could tell which was which?
[chuckles] Mmm.
It still is… It’s not enough, is it?
Not for her.
[laughs]
You’re still just her pet.
You’ll only ever be her pet. [laughs]
[melancholic music playing]
[Nelly] Joseph?
[breathing heavily] [Heathcliff] Catherine.
Is he in there? Is he? Is he? Don’t.
[sighs]
[sobs]
[sobbing]
[softly] I’m sorry, Papa. I’m sorry.
[sobs]
[sighs]
[sniffles]
[softly] I’m sorry.
[Cathy sobs, breathes shakily]
[sniffles] Cath…
Please. Please. [sobs]
[breathing heavily]
[Heathcliff] Cathy!
Cathy!
Cath. Do not follow me.
Wait.
Leave me alone.
Cath! Leave me alone.
You’re wet.
I am not.
You’re cold. I am not!
You will catch your death. It will be your fault.
[grunting] It will be yours!
[both grunting]
No! No! Put me down! [Heathcliff grunts]
You must put me down! [grunts]
[both grunt]
[both grunting]
Do not hit me.
I only mean to keep you dry, you wretched shrew.
I hate you.
What are you doing? Do not…
[both breathing heavily]
[Cathy grunts]
[Heathcliff grunts]
[Cathy breathes shakily]
I should not have kicked him. That was bad.
I can only admire your restraint in limiting it to twice.
The rain will not last, Cath. There is some blue yet.
[Cathy sighs]
You and I both know there is none.
[sighs]
Why did you leave me?
I thought it would kill me, Heathcliff.
Why did you do it?
Why did I leave you?
Why did you despise me?
Why did you betray your own heart?
Oh, I heard you that day, the day you accepted Edgar.
You said it would degrade you to marry me.
No, I… No.
No, Heathcliff, I…
You did not hear all. You did not hear all.
[softly] I said that I loved you.
I love you.
You loved me? You loved me?
Then what right had you to leave me?
Answer me. What right?
Oh, for the poor fancy you felt for Linton?
Because misery, degradation, death, nothing that God or Satan could inflict would have parted us.
You did it, of your own will.
I have not broken your heart. You have broken it.
[Cathy sighs]
And in breaking it, you’ve broken mine.
[breathing shakily]
[melancholic music continues]
So kiss me again.
And let us both be damned.
[Edgar] “Come unto me, all ye that labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest.
Take my yoke upon you, and learn of me;
for I am meek and lowly in heart: and ye shall find rest unto your souls.
For my yoke is easy and my burden is light.”
[Nelly] Cathy.
Catherine. Hmm?
You will be careful, won’t you?
Does Heathcliff know?
I do not know what you mean.
That you are with child.
No.
[sighs]
[“Funny Mouth” by Charli xcx playing]
I love you.
[softly] I love you.
I love you.
I love you.
I love you.
[both breathing heavily, moaning]
Quick. Be quick. Quick.
I know.
[song continues]
[Cathy moans]
[breathing heavily]
[Cathy sighs] This cannot go on.
Who says so?
My conscience.
Then do not listen.
You are not married.
You cannot feel the flames at your feet.
Well, at least now your feet are warm, Cath.
Do not jest.
Do not.
[moans]
[Cathy sighs]
Heathcliff, do not…
I hate you.
[Cathy breathes heavily]
Well, I love you.
[both breathing heavily]
Go.
Very well. [chuckling softly]
Tomorrow?
I thought we must stop?
[sighs]
I have to go.
No. [groans] Yes.
[Cathy sighs]
Cath? Cath, what is it?
Nothing. Only I am so happy.
I love you. Don’t say it.
I love you.
[Heathcliff moans]
You’ll kill me.
I love you. Don’t say it.
I love you. I love you. Don’t say it.
Why do you stay here?
It’s filthy. Why don’t you stay in my old room?
Because then I cannot lie here as I do now.
And imagine that we are still children.
And you’re asleep in your bed across the yard.
And there is still a chance.
[sighs] I wish I had never said it.
I changed my mind immediately.
I was going to call it off the next day.
If I had known you were listening…
I always thought you did.
How could I?
Because Nelly saw me.
[ominous music playing]
You will find another position, Nelly.
What?
You will find another position.
Another position? Immediately.
What is it you suspect me of?
Treason.
What treason?
The night that Heathcliff disappeared, he was listening to us.
He heard. And you knew.
And you did not tell me that he was there.
You did not give me the opportunity to rectify what would become the worst mistake of my life.
Why?
Why, Nelly?
Do you know what I think?
I think you like to see me cry.
Not half as much as you like crying.
You will tell Edgar you have found a new place.
And you will go.
Where will I go?
I don’t care.
[breathing shakily]
[ominous music continues]
[breathing heavily]
Catherine.
Yes, darling?
I think it is best that you do not see
Mr. Heathcliff anymore.
But, darling, I… Don’t.
You were quite right, of course, to welcome him here while he found his feet.
But I think it’s best we sever the connection now, don’t you?
It would be most distressing if anyone mistook your natural good-heartedness for something untoward.
Especially given your condition.
Of course.
You are right, as always.
Thank you, darling, for saving me from my own foolishness.
[breathes shakily]
What are you reading?
Oh, j-just s-some silly nonsense.
[Cathy chuckles]
[glass cracks] [Cathy gasps]
What on earth was that?
[unsettling music playing]
The swallows get lost when the wind changes.
Let me see to it. Don’t.
Please. I don’t want it to suffer.
If it will make you feel better.
Where are you? I know you are here.
Are you mad? You’ve broken the window.
You have to go.
Where were you?
Heathcliff, you do not understand.
Catherine, is everything all right?
[Cathy] Yes, my love.
Well, come back inside.
He cannot see us.
Are you sure? Do not– [gasps]
No, no. You mustn’t.
I mustn’t?
Wasn’t that your tongue in my mouth, Cathy?
I’ll set the dogs on you.
And every bite will be a pleasure coming from you.
[both breathing heavily]
[Cathy gasps] [Edgar] Enough.
Come on. Back inside.
[Cathy] Sorry, darling.
It’s freezing. You’ll catch your death.
I like the cold.
Yes, but our son may not.
[breathes shakily]
[wind howling]
[Heathcliff] Tell me.
[gasps]
Is it mine?
[sighs]
It is not. [breathes shakily]
How can you be sure?
I was sure before your return.
I’m sorry.
It is Edgar’s child.
Did you think I would mind?
Did you think it would stop me?
Indeed, I only would have enjoyed it more.
You fiend.
I’m amazed he had it in him. [breathes shakily]
I’m amazed he would dare touch you.
You would be shocked at the things Edgar dares to do.
Would I? It would make you blush.
Is that right? [grunts] [breathing heavily]
It would make even Joseph and Zillah blush, what he does to me.
[Heathcliff breathes heavily]
And that is how you found yourself
in this squalid condition. [inhales sharply]
Yes.
[breathes heavily]
I’m amazed it didn’t happen sooner.
He barely lets me sleep.
[softly] He cannot keep his hands off me.
[both breathing shakily]
He loves me so much. You liar.
He does. He loves me.
And you love him.
More than anything.
More than anyone. I love him so.
I’ve never loved anyone else.
You bitch.
[both chuckle]
[both moaning, breathing heavily]
This is how you love him? Yes.
This is how you love him? Yes.
This is how you love him? Yes.
[both moaning, breathing heavily]
I’ll kill him. Yeah. Oh, God, yes.
I’ll crush his ribs. Yes.
I’ll tear his heart out.
I’ll slit his throat.
I’ll drink his fucking blood.
[Cathy moaning] [Heathcliff grunting]
[both breathing heavily]
[Heathcliff grunts, sighs]
Would you really kill him?
[Heathcliff breathing heavily]
I’ll go to his room directly, and I’ll break his neck.
Tell me to do it.
[Cathy gasps] Make me do it.
[both breathing heavily]
Oh, God.
I said that you would degrade me.
I did not know that I would degrade myself.
It’s only a little shame, Cath. It will not last.
Let me go. Let me go, Heathcliff.
Listen to me. This cannot go on.
Heathcliff, it is done.
You don’t mean it.
It is done.
I love you.
It doesn’t matter.
I love you. [kisses]
[breathes shakily] I love you.
It is too late.
You are too late.
No.
I’ll never forgive you.
[Cathy sobs]
[mumbling]
[window bangs] [gasps]
[wind howling]
[Isabella breathes shakily]
Do you know how this works?
Would you like me to show you?
[Isabella breathes shakily]
Cathy was right.
I am rough and cruel and cold and unfeeling.
Do you want me to stop?
[breathes shakily]
I do not love you.
I will never love you.
I will treat you abominably.
Do you want me to stop?
[grunts, breathes shakily]
I will marry you with the sole purpose of tormenting Catherine.
I will think of her every moment I am with you.
Do you want me to stop?
[Isabella whimpers, breathes shakily]
Do you want me to stop?
No.
[breathes heavily]
[Nelly] Isabella? [knocking on door]
[Nelly] Is everything all right?
Ugh. Filthy creature.
[bride crying]
Will you stop crying?
[groom] Come on. I’ve married you, haven’t I?
All I have to ask you is, are you of marriageable age?
Yes.
Are you free to marry? Yes.
[Cathy] She is a fool.
[Edgar] I can bear much, Catherine.
But I will not stand for you weeping over that fiend in front of me.
It is enough. All right? Enough.
[registrar] Are you free to marry?
Yes.
Congratulations. You may kiss the bride, etcetera.
[Cathy] I’m so sorry.
I cannot help it. You will, for God’s sake.
You will help it.
Get out of my sight until you’re recovered.
[sobs]
[Nelly] This is indecent, Cathy.
Pull yourself together.
[sobbing]
[Isabella] Dear Nelly,
I know that Edgar will not accept a letter from me,
so I am come to you.
I cannot begin to describe
the trials of this last fortnight.
I only wish to ask, since you know my husband,
what have I married?
Is Mr. Heathcliff a man?
[snipping]
[Isabella] If so, is he mad?
If not, is he a devil?
[Isabella grunts]
I have no doubt that he has me under some spell,
which I am incapable of breaking.
Oh, s-sorry, sir.
[Heathcliff] Do not worry, Joseph, you can stay.
You shall not bother us.
Is that not so, Isabella?
[Isabella] He is monstrous.
Diabolical.
Possessed.
[breathes shakily]
[Isabella] Help me, Nelly.
How goes your search for a position?
It does not. Edgar has forbidden it.
[Cathy] Hmm. Has he?
Once again, my despair seems to be your good fortune, Nelly.
I hope it soothes you to blame me.
[door closes]
[Cathy sighs]
I told you they would not read it.
[Heathcliff] Well, the letter was not shocking enough, or Nelly would’ve shown them.
I thought it was quite harrowing.
It could not have been, or they would respond.
[glass shatters]
Well, if you doubt my competence, then why don’t you write a letter?
[gasps]
Oh, no… You can’t.
[Heathcliff] Hmm.
[tense music playing]
Write another… to Cathy directly.
And then you will be nice to me.
Then I will be very nice to you.
[Isabella clears throat, sniffs]
[Edgar] It has been too long. I must see Catherine.
And how will she respect you if you relent now?
Think what permissions you will grant if you comfort her.
It would be nothing short of an endorsement.
You must not see her.
Hold fast. Show her you will not bend.
It is more important than ever now Heathcliff has returned.
Heathcliff has returned?
Isabella has written. They are at the Heights.
She wishes most fervently to see you.
[Edgar breathes shakily]
Well, she can wish all she wants, but it is in vain.
Tell her she can go hang for all I care, and tell my wife to pull herself together.
I will have order in this house again.
[unsettling music playing]
[thunder rumbling]
How many more weeks of this must we all endure?
It is not good for you. It is not good for the baby.
The baby is gone. When?
Have you bled?
No.
[sighs]
If you have not bled, then the baby is fine.
If you say so.
[tableware rattles] Stop it now, Cathy, or you will be in danger of losing Edgar’s affection forever.
Heathcliff is gone. You must accept it.
Mrs. Heathcliff’s fortune is in London, and–
Do not call her that.
It is her name. It is my name.
I named him. He is mine.
[sighs]
[barking]
[Heathcliff] Oh, shut up. It’s Catherine.
Oh, Nelly. What do you want?
What is this?
It’s nothing. She has been insolent.
[barks]
This is monstrous. Isabella, come at once.
Isabella, stay.
Heathcliff, let the poor thing go.
Can’t you see she must hate you?
Aye.
She says so 100 times a day. [chuckles]
And yet…
Isabella, if I leave you alone for half a day, won’t you come sighing and wheedling back to me?
[panting]
She’s a funny creature, Nelly. No brutality disgusts her.
No, I must suppose she has an innate admiration of it.
So tell Catherine
I have finally found my match in degradation.
Look.
I will tell her no such thing.
I want no part of whatever this is.
For God’s sake, Heathcliff.
Isabella, let me take you home.
Would you like to come home?
Nelly, I am home.
[Edgar speaking indistinctly]
[pensive music playing]
[Heathcliff] Write to Cathy again.
She cannot ignore me forever.
[Cathy] Have any letters come for me, Nelly?
[Nelly] None at all.
[sighs]
[Heathcliff] Cathy, let us call a truce now.
For this silence will kill us both.
[breathing shakily]
[Heathcliff] I will wait for you every day
and every night.
Why do you not respond?
I love you. I love you.
I love you.
[gasps]
[young Heathcliff] Cathy!
Cathy!
[Cathy breathing shakily]
[young Heathcliff] Cathy!
Cathy!
[gasps]
[breathing shakily]
Cathy, why did you do it?
[Cathy] I am sorry.
I am sorry.
[Cathy sobs]
[Nelly sighs]
[Nelly grunting]
Stop it. Stop it.
It is enough now. Enough. Get out of bed.
I fear I cannot.
You can.
You can, you selfish, wicked creature.
You can.
I will not stand for this grotesque performance a moment longer.
You are revolting. You are both revolting.
[laughing] Get out of bed.
Get out of bed. Get out of bed.
[Cathy chuckles]
Ah, Nelly has played traitor again.
Nelly is my hidden enemy.
[Cathy chuckles]
[laughs]
[breathing heavily] What the devil is it?
“Theatrics,” Nelly? These are the signs of septicemia.
[Nelly] She said the baby died some time ago.
I thought it was a pretense.
[Edgar] “A pretense”?
Then you are a torturer.
For God’s sake.
Sir.
[Edgar] I cannot imagine what hatred has been in your heart for you to allow this, but I will not have you near her.
Get out. Now. Go.
Go!
Where’s the doctor?
[Cathy] No, no.
[softly] No, don’t go. Please, Nelly.
[melancholic music playing]
I think I must.
Whatever it was, I’m sure you did not mean it.
Oh…
But I think I did.
[sniffles]
I won’t tell.
I won’t tell.
Nelly…
Yes?
[whispering indistinctly]
[melancholic music continues]
[shouting]
[shouting]
[shivering] Heathcliff… Heathcliff…
I said you would kill me.
Look.
[shivering, panting]
[softly] No, no, no.
No, you will be well by tomorrow.
Hmm? Hmm?
Think of the number of times you have claimed to be dying.
Thousands at least.
[crying, breathing shakily]
I’ve never believed you.
And I won’t today.
You are fine.
You will be fine.
[melancholic music continues]
[no audible dialogue]
[Edgar] I’m sorry.
Get off me. I’ll kill you.
Heathcliff, do not.
You do not want to see…
[pensive music playing]
[shakily] Oh, no.
No, no, no.
[breathing shakily]
Heathcliff…
What?
Cathy? Cathy?
Wha…
Get the doctor! For God’s sake, somebody get the doctor!
[sniffles]
[softly] You are all right. You are fine.
My love, my love.
My darling pain.
Only do not go. No.
[crying] No, no, do not go.
It is unutterable.
I cannot live without my life.
I cannot live without my soul.
You… You said I killed you.
Haunt me then. [breathing shakily]
Be with me always.
Take any form.
Drive me mad.
[sniffles]
Only please do not leave me in this abyss where I cannot find you.
[young Cathy] Heathcliff…
I’m sorry.
[young Heathcliff breathing shakily]
Don’t be sorry.
Don’t ever be sorry for me, Cathy.
For I would do it again and again.
[romantic music playing]
[young Cathy] Then we’re doomed.
What can I do?
[young Heathcliff] Nothing.
Just stay with me.
[whispering] Cathy?
Cathy, are you awake?
Cathy?
[breathing deeply]
Catherine Earnshaw…
I will love you until the day that I die… and forever after.
[“Always Everywhere” by Charli xcx playing]
[song ends]
[“Dying For You” by Charli xcx playing]
[song fades out]
