Come in, Catherine!
Come on in!
Come here!
Don't torture me! End it.
End it!
Let me in!
I will not be living here, then?
Your father is eager to have you live with him.
Is it a long journey, Uncle?
No.
- Catherine, my love. - He's gone, Nelly.
My cousin is gone.
How am I to love my father if I don't know him?
All children love their parents.
Is Wuthering Heights as pleasant a place as Thrushcross Grange?
It is not so buried in trees and it is not quite so large.
But... You can see the country beautifully all around.
Be quiet now. No more questions.
You are already looking so pale.
Ah, you've brought it, have you?
I feared I'd have to come down and fetch my property myself.
One footstep on my land and you know what would happen to you.
Well, let's see what we can make of it.
Oh, god, what a beauty!
Damn my soul, it is worse than I expected.
And the devil knows I wasn't very helpful.
Looks worse than you.
- Do you know me? - No.
Well, your mother was a wicked slut
to keep you in ignorance of the sort of father you possessed!
How dare you? I shall carry him! Give over!
You have hardly the strength to carry yourself.
Don't leave me!
I'm not staying here. I can't stay here.
- Don't leave me, Uncle Edgar! - You'd best be kind to your son.
Else as god is my witness, I shall find a way of hurting you!
I shall be very kind to him. You needn't fear.
Why could he not stay just one night?
Just long enough for me to get to know him better.
Because I do not think that is what his father would wish for him, Catherine.
- Is he far away? - Exceeding far.
Your father traveled all night.
When Linton's mother died, I wanted nothing more than to have him with us.
But that is simply not possible.
We will have to remain as we have always been. Just you and me. And Nelly here.
All I wanted was a friend!
But you took him away and you will not tell me why!
So it is not like it always was.
It can never be like that any more!
SIX MONTH LATER
TO THE MEMORY OF CATHERINE LINTON 1805-1830. AGED 25 YEARS.
Cathy.
Nelly, thank you!
It was Cathy's. Your mother's.
I've kept it these 18 years.
My father is up at the church, I suppose.
Why does his sadness at Mother's death
always weigh on his happiness that I was born?
Now, now, chick.
What shall we do to cheer you up?
I know where I wish to go.
Where a colony of moorgame is settled.
That must be a good distance up. I'm not so sure.
Please, Nelly! You did ask me.
It is my birthday.
All right.
But we must be back within the hour.
Where are they, Miss Catherine? We must go back.
A little further. Only a little further, Ellen.
We must go back. We really must go back!
Miss Catherine!
What are you doing, girl?
I was searching for grouse eggs.
On my land?
That would be poaching.
Papa said there were quantities on the moor.
And I would never have taken any. I just wished to see them.
And Papa is Mr. Linton of Thrushcross Grange, is he not?
Who are you?
- You don't know me? - Of course I don't.
Yet I know you.
Catherine.
You may know my name but you don't know me.
I know enough to know that today is your birthday.
I was acquainted with your mother.
I know that today is the anniversary of her death.
I see.
And you saw me and recognized my mother in me?
No. There is nothing of your mother in you.
How, then?
Come and meet my son.
You know him already. He would help explain everything.
Know him? How could I?
Come to my house and see, child.
I will come, but I think you are mistaken.
Catherine!
Catherine, no!
No, I forbid it!
Now...
Who is that?
Didn't I tell you that you knew him?
Linton?
Is that you?
- He's your son? - Catherine!
I prayed so to see you before I died.
You were so close these past months.
Why did you never come and see me?
Best ask your father that.
My father?
He told me that Linton was living many miles away.
So you must be my uncle, then!
If you have any kisses, child, give them to Linton.
We should go, young lady! You should not have come here!
Why? Because I would discover that my cousin should be so close?
Make yourself at home, Nelly.
Your old chair still sits there for you.
You lived here too?
She did indeed. And she raised your mother here.
Is this true, Nelly?
She raised me also.
Although I don't know if Nelly looks at me with pride for the job she did.
Now son,
have you nothing you can go and show your cousin?
Take her to the stables to see the horses.
Wouldn't you rather sit here?
I love being out of doors, don't you?
Hareton! Come here.
You shall have to settle for Hareton here.
Isn't he a handsome lad?
Go with her around the farm.
Behave like a gentleman, mind. And don't stare.
There.
Now you have a challenger for your cousin's heart.
It's some damnable writing, but I cannot read it.
Perhaps I could help you to read. If your master would allow it.
My master? My master?!
Damn you!
I'll see thee damned before tha' calls me servant!
I'm sorry if I gave offence.
He's not a servant.
He's your cousin too.
My cousin?
I have tied his tongue.
He will never be able to emerge from his coarseness and ignorance.
And is this how you take your revenge?
By warping the next generation?
Is that why you lured young Catherine here?
I just want her and Linton to get to know each other.
Where's the harm of it?
From now on, you are to avoid his house and his family.
I know this is because you dislike Mr. Heathcliff.
No, it is because he dislikes me.
And is a most diabolical man. Delighting to wrong and ruin
those he hates if they give him the slightest opportunity.
But Mr. Heathcliff was quite cordial, Father.
He didn't object to our seeing each other.
He detests you on my account. I am certain of that.
You will listen to me and you will obey me. You will not visit Wuthering Heights...
You must rest, sir.
I cannot abandon her to him.
I cannot.
Thank you, darling Catherine. And now you must go.
Catherine!
Catherine, no! You don't know my father!
Please, I beg you!
Let me guess which is your room.
Catherine, will you please desist in this?!
Stop!
My father will strike anyone who as much as touches it.
This is my mother, isn't it?
Yes.
This is my mother's room.
Yes.
Why would Mr. Heathcliff keep a portrait of my mother?
Why?
Why would he do that?
Because he loved her.
Because he loved her before your father did.
And she loved him.
What? Why do you say such things?
- My father says it is true! - You liar!
You liar!
It's locked!
Where does your father keep the key?
I am 18 years old and I am dying!
For pity's sake, Linton!
And that is why Father wants us to be married as soon as we can.
- What? - He made me change my will.
And bequeath everything to him.
He wants us to be married.
He wanted me to lure you here.
I tried not to act the traitor but you would not leave!
You would not leave!
All the doors have been locked, Catherine.
Help! Help!
If you want to see your father before he dies, you must obey Heathcliff.
You must!
You think I would ever love you before my father?!
I take it from this touching scene that you have made your offer of marriage.
And young Miss Linton is expressing some misgivings.
Give me that key.
I would not marry him if you keep me here for ever.
By this time tomorrow, I shall be your father.
So you had better get used to appeasing me.
Nelly!
I'm close now.
I'm close, my love.
Nelly! I've been so foolish.
- My father... - He is gravely ill, my love.
- He may not last the night. - Please take me home.
Hareton, I know this scheme cannot be of your devising.
I know there is good in you!
Cathy.
Can it be true, Nelly, that my mother loved this monster?
They were childhood sweethearts.
Nothing more.
Yet the writing... Cathy, Heathcliff.
Cathy, Heathcliff.
Over and over.
Hello, my love!
My love.
Come home.
Please just come home.
He's an orphan.
I found him on the streets of Liverpool.
Where he would have died with his mother.
He will not tell me his name, so...
I'm going to name him myself.
Cathy, Hindley,
this is Heathcliff.
Your new brother.
I don't know what the master was thinking of, bringing a gypsy brat like you into the house.
Is it hardness than gentleness that stops you from complaining?
I tell thee, as god is my judge,
there's been understair work there.
Mr. Earnshaw has shown great charity.
And that's all there is to this.
Now then, young man. Have you been baptized?
He's... not much of a one for conversation.
You know how I feel about baptisms, Mr. Earnshaw.
And as he's a bastard, his soul is in greater peril.
Heathcliff, why don't you go off and join the others, eh?
Come on.
What did I tell you, Nelly?
I found that child in the gutter
and I shall raise him up to be a fine, upstanding gentleman.
Good to see you know your place, gypsy boy.
I said...glad...to...see you know your place!
Cuckoo in the nest? Cuckoo in the nest?
Don't look your betters in the eye.
No, Hindley! Hindley, stop! Stop it, I say!
He needs to be shown his place, Cathy.
Else he'll kill us all in our beds!
You boys! Stop it!
What is going on?
What have you to say for yourselves?
I will ask once more before I order Joseph to flog the both of you.
What was the cause of the fight?
Joseph.
The other boy said that Heathcliff was...
..your bastard.
He said you kept a whore in Liverpool when Mother was dying.
Heathcliff said he could say what he liked about him,
but not blacken your name.
Thank you, Cathy.
You and Heathcliff may go.
Who was it that...
told this boy from the village these wicked things, do you suppose?
You do agree that they are wicked things to say?
The boy was only repeating what the whole village is saying.
Is no man allowed to act charitably in this world without even his own son
ascribing the basest motives for his actions?
We cannot attend church without fingers pointing
- and tongues wagging. - Fine.
Fine.
Then we will no longer go to church.
You will be going away to school soon. This need not concern you.
Well, I say.
Who is this handsome young squire?
Goodbye, Nelly.
You be sure to come back from school a gentleman.
Goodbye, son.
Watch him, Cathy! Watch Heathcliff very closely.
He's a cuckoo in the nest.
He feeds on Father's affections
until Father won't have anything left to give you.
Who's there?
Cathy!
Back before supper!
And don't get into trouble,
else I'll have the magistrate onto you!
Heathcliff!
Do you not think this horse would suit you well? Eh?
I bought a fine silver locket for Cathy.
So it's only fair.
Thank you, Father.
It's beautiful.
Come on, Heathcliff. Would you like him?
A fine thoroughbred, this one.
- 16 hands high. - He does look fine.
Do you not think, Heathcliff?
A deal, then?
There's no rush is there?
Oh, we've got a right little trader here, have we?
Let them run in the field.
What's that?
I said let them run in the field.
- Now let's not be silly. - Do as he says if you want a sale.
Come on, lad.
All right.
Come on.
That's your thoroughbred.
- He's a sharp young man, is he not? - Sharp as a razor.
If I didn't know better, I'd say he had a touch of gypsy in him.
You can ride it, race it, jump it, hunt it.
Oh, I wish I were young, then I could enjoy myself.
She's yours.
- Good man. - Thank you.
Where do you suppose I'm from?
Where do you suppose I began?
You began in here.
I dreamed you up.
Heathcliff, don't fret so.
That horse trader at the fair sensed my wretched beginnings.
It's like a badge I'll always have to wear.
Your beginnings might have been more noble than any of us.
Look at you.
You're fit for a prince in disguise.
Mr. Heathcliff's horse!
Master, you're needed!
Come on, Heathcliff, my love. Come on.
Father's dead!
Try not to look so surly.
He hates me, I hate him. No end of smiling will change that.
Mr. Hindley, sir.
My dear.
You must be Cathy! I have longed to meet you!
I shall be quite the big sister to you!
Cathy.
Now perhaps, Cathy, you could show my wife around our house.
So she can choose which room suits her best.
I was hoping that we could have adjoining rooms, sister!
Don't just stand there gawping, Heathcliff.
Go and see to the horses!
From henceforth, you and Joseph will quarter yourselves in the back kitchen.
I want my wife to have free run of the house and I don't want her to be falling over servants
- all day. - Of course.
No matter to me where I am.
As long as I have the good book to guide me.
Oh, good. I was wondering where you were skulking off to.
Is that any way to address your brother?
From now on, you will keep company only with the servants.
You will earn your keep by laboring out of doors.
If you're sure that's what Father would have wished.
And you will never speak to me or the mistress
unless spoken to first. Is that clear?
How can you smile?
Because one day I shall pay back Hindley with pain and anguish.
Is it not for god to punish wicked people?
No.
He shall not the satisfaction that I shall.
I don't care how long I have to wait.
I just hope he doesn't die before me.
Don't talk in such a way, my love.
You know, when I think of revenge,
I don't feel pain.
Would you rather I felt pain?
Heathcliff!
What are you doing here?
One day I will punish god.
Heathcliff?
I'm not just weeping for our father.
I'm weeping for what will become of us.
We've lost our protector.
How can we ever be together again?
I dreamt once that I was in heaven.
I don't want to harken to your dreams.
And heaven didn't seem to be my home.
And I broke my heart with weeping
to come back to Earth.
The angels, they were so angry with me that
they flung me out. Into the middle of the heath
on top of Wuthering Heights.
And I woke, sobbing for joy,
because you were here.
We cannot escape each other.
We cannot.
Then let's run away.
- When? - Now.
Tomorrow.
That gives us a day to get what little I've saved.
Yes.
Who's there?
Who's in there?
Is that you, you devil Heathcliff?
Is that you, boy?
Hey!
Pious old fool. Does he ever stop praying?
Only to flog me.
I saw you!
I saw the pair of you!
Cathy, if we get caught, they'll hang us.
Remember when we came here peek through the windows?
You cannot leave without having just one peek!
He dances like a badly trained monkey.
Who's there?
Let's go. Let's go.
He won't come out here. He hasn't the heart for it.
Go on, lad!
Heathcliff, run! He holds me!
Get back to hell, you devil!
Don't move, you fiend! You shall go to the gallows for this.
- She's hurt, fool. She needs help. - Hold your tongue.
The rascals knew yesterday was Father's rent day, no doubt.
Is there no stopping these people's insolence?!
It would be a kindness to hang him before he does more damage.
- Miss Earnshaw! - Of course it's Miss Earnshaw.
- You are hurt! - Are you sure, Edgar?
Miss Earnshaw running around the country with that frightful thing?
I shall carry her home if I have to.
She's too weak to do anything. I will take her inside.
Kindly tell your master we will send her back
- when she is fully recovered. - Heathcliff!
One more step and I shall take pleasure in putting you down.
- Heathcliff! - We will nurse you until the doctor arrives.
I will ride and to Gimmerton immediately.
And did they say how long they were intending on keeping her?
- They wouldn't tell me. - I see.
- I thought I'd be due a flogging. - Far from it.
Get out, then!
And Heathcliff,
if you speak one word to Cathy while she is staying with the Lintons,
or try to contact her in any way,
you will be dismissed. Instantly.
Keep our patient behind doors for five weeks.
Dr Kenneth doesn't think you'll...
be running about on the moors for a little while yet.
I can go on horseback.
I'm not sure that's advisable, not from what he was saying.
I shall die of boredom!
Well, Isabella and I were thinking that, since you are forbidden
from moving, perhaps she could paint your portrait
while you sit. We could think up no end of distractions.
No end of distractions. How lovely.
You know...
If you choose to accept our kindness, that doesn't mean
you're betraying your own nature. Or that of your friend.
And you have had a terrible shock and you've lost a lot of blood, and...
I know your father died recently.
So, all in all, you seem like a...
a young lady who might not have had a lot of care in her life of late.
So, as...
stiff and as pompous as Isabella and I might seem compared with...
If you would just let us look after you,
would that really be such a bad thing?
The Lintons will blame you, of course,
for her heathen upbringing and her wild ways.
I'm sure they will.
I'm sure the brother will pay me a visit
to lecture me on my brotherly carelessness.
So why are you looking so pleased with yourself?
Because...
the longer she is there,
the more likely she will come under some civilizing influence.
My dear,
we may even be able to recover our family's good name.
I think it came Paris.
- That would be a bird? - If this is a bird?
- A bird. - It is, yes.
It's a blue tit.
- Or the family of blue tit. - It is white, not a blue tit.
Well, I think it's a... the plumage of winter ...
Bird no personality!
Cathy, I should scarcely have known you!
Where is the wild little savage from five weeks ago?
- Don't touch them, my love! - Come, boys!
You'll spoil your dress.
Catherine!
You're quite the young lady!
Is Heathcliff not here?
Heathcliff, you may come forward!
You may greet Miss Cathy like the other servants.
Well, Heathcliff?
Have you forgotten me? Is that why you scowl at me?
I have not forgotten someone who looked like you.
Someone you no longer seem to be.
Do not tease me, my love.
Shake hands, Heathcliff. Once, in a way that is permitted.
Perhaps you may learn from Cathy's example.
I'll not stand here to be laughed at.
Why are you refusing to see me?
Because I don't know you.
Hindley is right.
Our little savage is lost and it was her that I loved.
I know you.
And I love you.
In the way a mistress loves her servant?
- No. - Come away with me, then.
As we planned.
There.
The pause that betrays you.
- I'm frightened. - Of what?
Of me?
Or poverty?
You're asking me to risk my reputation.
Once a woman's reputation has gone, she has nothing.
The old Cathy would never had said such a thing.
The old Cathy didn't know the world and how it regarded us.
I have tried to leave you.
But your love holds me here.
Now if you mean to be indifferent to me,
at least do me the favor of releasing me.
I'm as trapped as you are.
Except your cage is more gilded than mine.
Why don't you dress up smart
before Cathy's guests arrive?
Master says that everyone is welcome.
I do not think that Cathy will welcome me.
If I tell you that she cries whenever I tell her that you're not here?
I would say I've more reason to cry than her.
If you tried to mend your appearance,
then Edgar Linton shall look quite a doll beside you.
And how will I have the chance of ever being as rich as he?
Now,
don't you think yourself rather handsome?
I kept some of Mr. Earnshaw's best suits when he died.
I think they'd be a good fit on you.
You wash yourself and I shall lay one out on your bed.
And when you come back, see if you don't make all the ladies swoon.
Fair now, Hindley.
Did I not tell you my dress would look wonderful on Cathy?
You are making me proud, Cathy. Very proud indeed.
I think I can hear them arriving!
- Try not to run! - Hush, darling.
She's a spirited girl and it would be a shame to tame her completely.
Remember, Heathcliff, show an amiable humor.
Splendid that you could come.
Not as grand as the Grange, of course.
- But, please. - It's charming.
- No, I'm not your servant. - To the stable, you vagabond.
I am not your servant.
Do not stare at me as though I am nothing.
- You've been combing your pretty curls, have you? - Please, Linton!
Your dirty gypsy locks, you fiend! I will break your insolence!
- Linton, stop it! - I will break you!
- Stop it! You brute! - Stop!
All right, young man.
What have you got to say for yourself?
Your own father brought me home because he wanted a son that he could love.
All the flogging in the world won't change that.
- Where is my wife? - She took herself to bed.
She felt suddenly out of sorts.
Well, that brute of a servant warmed me nicely.
Next time, Edgar, take the law into your own fists.
It will give you an appetite.
Come now, eat up!
That gypsy won't be offending us again.
Joseph has locked him in the stable for the night.
Bring that in!
We'll be discovered. You'd better go in.
Go on.
- Go! - Heathcliff!
Heathcliff!
Where is the wretch? Where is he?
Heathcliff!
Fetch the doctor and be quick about it.
Tell him that my wife has started with the child.
And I know how fast you can ride, gypsy.
So if he is not back here within the hour, then, by god,
I shall hang you from the stable beams.
You have a son. You have a lovely son.
Earnshaw, it was a blessing your wife was spared long enough
- to give you this son. - She is not dead?
Damn you, I will not believe it!
You know better than to choose such a sickly lass.
How dare you?!
Get out of my house! Get out!
Do not bring him near me, Nelly.
Not unless you want to see me dash his brains out!
Do not smile, my love.
If I tell you why I am smiling, I think you'll smile too.
Tell me.
As Hindley was flogging me, I chanted a curse. And look.
He's lost the only person that ever loved him.
You cannot welcome the death of a baby's mother.
I welcome anything that makes Hindley suffer.
Say you're sorry for talking like this, my love.
No, I'm not sorry.
I sometimes think your true passion is hate rather than love.
Hindley?
You would turn every gentleman's head in Yorkshire.
Heathcliff.
Going somewhere?
Where would I go, my love? It's raining.
Yet you have that silk frock on, my love.
Someone coming here perhaps?
- Perhaps. - Edgar Linton?
That's enough, Nelly! Let me alone!
Three months ago, we laid together.
Yet since then, every evening is spent with the Lintons.
Perhaps I find Edgar easier company.
Perhaps he doesn't talk of curses and fall into a brooding silence.
So you dislike my company.
It's no company at all when people know nothing and say nothing.
There.
There. At last you've said it. I'm no longer worthy of you.
I shall make you suffer for this. So I'm cursed too, am I?
No, I'm the one that is truly cursed.
I was cursed the moment I laid eyes on you.
How does Hindley do?
He drinks.
And the little one, his baby?
How is Hareton?
- I'm not come too soon, am I? - No.
What are you doing there, Nelly?
My work, miss.
Take yourself and your dusters off.
- Leave the room, Nelly! - Cathy, love. Cathy!
I hate her fidgeting in my presence!
- You must not go. - I must.
- I feel you do not want me here. - Edgar Linton, sit down.
You shall not leave me in that temper.
I shall be miserable all night.
I believe you are far too kind to wish me miserable for you.
If that's you, Nelly, then I'm sorry for scolding you.
- I wish now that you'd stayed. - Not Nelly, tis I.
Cathy, what is it? What's the matter?
Edgar Linton's asked me to marry him.
And have you given him your answer?
But you did not say no.
And have you considered how you will bear the separation from me?
And how I will be quite deserted in the world without you?
Did you consider that?
You quite deserted? We separated?
- Who is to separate us, pray? - You...
- will be Mrs. Linton. - Yes.
And as Mrs. Linton, I can aid you to rise
and place you out of my brother's power.
With your husband's money, you will rescue me.
Do you think I can endure such a thing?
No. You will be Mrs. Linton.
Do you love Mr. Edgar?
Of course I do.
Why do you love him?
- I do is not sufficient? - By no means.
You must say why.
Because he's handsome and... pleasant to be with.
That's bad.
I shall be rich.
I'll be the greatest woman in the neighborhood.
Bad still.
However, I suppose your brother will be pleased.
Edgar Linton is a good man and he will save you.
Tis neither practical nor desirable for you to marry Heathcliff.
And if you love Edgar, and Edgar loves you...
..where is the obstacle?
Nelly, my love for Edgar is like the foliage in the woods.
Time will change it, I'm well aware.
My love for Heathcliff resembles the eternal rocks beneath.
My great miseries in this world have been Heathcliff's miseries.
If all else perished and he remained,
I should still continue to be.
Nelly, I am Heathcliff.
Not as a pleasure but as my own being!
I cannot think of our separation.
I will never talk of our separation again.
THREE YEARS LATER
The vows you are about to take are
to be made in the presence of god.
Who is judge of all,
and knows all the secrets of our hearts.
At last they arrive!
You have picked the moor clean of flowers!
I think there is a small patch of heather left near Penistone Crags!
How I love them. And how I love you.
Kiss me, Hareton. Damn thee, kiss me!
Unnatural cub, come hither!
You come hither!
Hindley. Hindley.
The boy is tired. So are you.
Why don't you go and rest somewhere?
As you wish, sister mine.
As you wish.
That was gently done, Cathy.
Perhaps marriage agrees with me.
Are you happy?
Dear Nelly, I have such faith in Edgar's love,
I believe I might kill him and he wouldn't wish to retaliate!
Oh, Cathy, we shall be such fond sisters!
Of course we shall.
Perhaps next time we're having a wedding breakfast, it will be yours.
What do you think you're doing?
I need you to take this.
Promise you won't tell your husband else he'll throttle me.
- Who will? - He did not give a name.
I KNOW THAT YOU BETRAYED ME
The man who gave you this note, did he say anything else?
No. He just told me to promise you wouldn't tell your husband.
Where did you meet him? Where?
Are you all right, darling?
Who was that?
You're trembling!
Just... Just a boy spying on the celebrations.
It reminded me of when I first looked in on you.
Of course. And you were with that gypsy who ran away.
Heathcliff.
That's right. Heathcliff.
Well, would you look at that! A jack straight away!
Look at this, a jack!
That's three points to me.
- I beg. I beg! - He begs.
What are the chances of another jack turning up like that, Mr. Hindley?
I would say the chances are very high indeed
if the man dealing the cards is a cheating blackguard of the lowest order.
I don't know you, sir.
But as you are a gentleman, I'll let you apologize for that remark
and leave this place unscathed.
I may be a gentleman now, but I just spent the last three years
in the company of men lower than you.
I know you. Don't I know you?
I defy you to repeat that allegation, sir.
I defy you to speak to your new landlord in such a way.
Landlord?! That's not right, sir.
Do you not live in Penistone Cottages
like all the other millworkers?
I just bought the lease of those cottages only this morning.
And I must warn you,
I do not relent in exacting my due from anyone.
Happen I were... I was just...
I was just taking advantage of the fact that Mr. Hindley were taken in drink, sir.
Keep it. Keep it.
You may lie to Mr. Hindley till he goes to hell.
But you do not lie to me, do you understand?
Yes, sir.
So...
My cards, are they not?
Did you ever play Trinidad All-Fours, sir?
No.
Now there is a game for cut-throats.
And Londoners.
I'm afraid the day... the celebrations...
I am a little feverish.
Of course. Of course.
Inconsiderate of me. Um...
You sleep here. I will have Nelly make up a bed in my old room.
Thank you.
You are very kind.
Husband.
Gave her the message you sent, sir.
Good lad. Good lad.
And now, with as began to bet?
20 shillings, sir.
Well, take your six. What about you, boy ...
The rest is for you.
- How, sir? - Eight pounds, take it.
Come with me, I'll take you home safe, with that fortune.
Take his coat.
Will resolve this outside. Gentlemen.
So the devil sent you back to us, was it?
Still alive, Joseph?
And stay strong and all.
Perhaps God is keeping you on Earth
because your company would be so annoying in the heaven.
His blasphemy does not touch me.
It's your soul that is damning.
My soul is already damned, Joseph.
You can be sure of that.
You do not know me, Nelly?
Nelly?
Look.
I'm not a stranger!
Is it really you, is it?
Yes.
Heathcliff.
Are they at home? Where is she? Is she here?
Speak!
Yes, Nelly, what is it?
A person from Gimmerton wishes to see you, ma'am.
When I read your note I thought I would never see you again.
Why didn't you believe that I would return?
Not angry, my love.
Not now.
Poor Heathcliff.
I shall think it a dream tomorrow!
I'll not be able to believe that I have seen and touched
and spoken to you once more.
When can we be alone?
When?
The Master would like you to bring your guest in, Madam.
He thinks it unseemly for you to be standing out here with a gentleman.
Edgar! Edgar!
Heathcliff's come back!
Well, well, don't strangle me for that!
I know you didn't like him. Yet for my sake, you must be friends now!
Cathy, try to be glad, without being absurd!
The whole household need not witness the sight of
your welcoming a runaway servant as a brother!
Look who I discovered in the hall.
Has Mr. Heathcliff not changed beyond all recognition, Edgar?
Not entirely. No.
Sit down, sir.
Mrs. Linton, recalling old times, would have me give you a cordial reception,
and, of course, I am gratified when anything occurs to please my wife.
Your wife. Oh, yes.
I heard you married only yesterday.
A pity you did not come sooner, Mr. Heathcliff,
you could have made merry at the celebrations.
I am not much of a one for making merry, Miss Isabella.
Too busy making your fortune, no doubt.
And what would make you think I have made a fortune?
I can see by your bearing and your dress
that you have not spent your time away from us trading horses and reading fortunes
as some might think.
That much is true.
So, are we to learn how you have made your money, Mr. Heathcliff?
The same way as any man. By taking advantage of other men's weaknesses.
You must forgive Heathcliff, Mr. Linton.
He always liked to provoke.
Cathy, unless we are to have cold tea, I am thirsty
and Mr. Heathcliff will have a long walk,
wherever he may lodge tonight.
Not so far, really. I am staying at the Heights.
Hindley invited me this morning when I called.
Hindley invited you! Really?
Yes, I called to enquire about Miss Earnshaw.
Sorry, I mean Mrs. Linton.
Have you no fear of the consequences of fixing your dwelling with your ancient persecutor?
I think my strong head will keep me from danger.
And your brother can hardly be made morally worse than he is already now, can he?
I always imagined you might end up marrying Hindley, Miss Isabella.
Me?
I think not. Not nearly handsome enough.
Well, as I'm sure Cathy will tell you,
the female heart can feel a sudden and irresistible attraction
towards the most unlikely of men.
Wouldn't you agree,
Edgar?
I know what my own heart tells me and
that is all any man needs to know as far as I can tell.
Well, it seems we have all grown wiser in the years of my absence.
Indeed, sir.
I hope that is true.
So how has married life been treating you this past month?
Where is he?
Out on the moors
Inspecting some land I have for sale.
He imagines he outflanks me.
He will destroy you.
He pays me good rent.
For living here?
For sleeping in your old room.
Why did you not come sooner? I have waited weeks to see you!
I am a married woman.
Every movement is monitored and remarked upon.
You have made yourself a pretty prison, have you not, by being too impatient to marry.
You gave me not a word.
In three years, not one indication whether you were alive or dead.
When I heard that you were to marry I had one thought in my head.
I would return, have one glimpse of your face, settle my score with Hindley
then prevent the law by executing myself. Now I see I should have stuck to my guns.
You knew when I was to marry, and you did not return in time to stop me from taking such a step?
You had already betrayed me with your heart.
So you returned on my wedding day to punish me?
- What is that? - What?
There is a look in your eyes.
My God! I think it is guilt.
You have been with him, haven't you?
- You have laid with Edgar, haven't you? - He is my husband.
You think your pretend marriage matters to me?
How am I to look at you? How am I to touch you
knowing that his milky feeble hands have held you as I am holding you?
- You disgust me! - I'm sorry.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
Forgive me.
What have I done?
How about a game of three's up? Hm?
You call it, you win it all back.
- Every penny. - And what if I should call wrong?
I'd take you to the yard, strip you of your shirt and flog you,
just as you flogged me.
Mr. Heathcliff, I think it's nearly daylight out there. We'd probably best be going.
Now, now, Saul.
I bring you Hindley night in, night out,
plump with cash, ripe for the plucking.
I think it's only good manners that you stay until Hindley's fate is decided.
What do you say, Hindley?
My cash against the skin on your back.
Then my blood?
Why not?
Call it.
Tails.
Heads.
Saul,
behind the stable door you will find a whip.
Oil each tail so they don't snag in his open wounds.
I think perhaps you've humiliated him enough, Mr. Heathcliff.
I cannot feel any satisfaction for the humiliation
I have heaped upon him so far.
And the more revenge I get, the greater my appetite for it.
The lad, sir. Think about Hareton.
You are a good man, Saul.
A good man.
I could have been a good man once but then I met Hindley.
One day I must sit you down and you can tell me how to be good.
Gentlemen,
thank you for a diverting evening.
See yourselves out.
Are you well, my love?
Just a little tired.
Perhaps now the weather grows finer, we will see some more of Mr. Heathcliff.
I think Mr. Heathcliff has satisfied his curiosity
and from now on we shall see very little of him.
That is a shame.
Why so?
Because I liked him and I desired his company.
Surely you do not covet the admiration of Heathcliff?
I hope I misunderstood you.
You've not misunderstood me.
You can't consider him an agreeable person.
You are a dog in the manger, Cathy,
and desire no-one to be loved but yourself! That is enough!
You shall not talk to my wife like that again, Isabella. And you shall apologize!
I am sorry, sister.
I knew you would come in the end!
Is Miss Isabella at home?
Miss Isabella?
Is she home?
Now, come.
I like her too well to let you absolutely seize and devour her up.
- Besides, I would not approve. - You would not approve?
You, who have treated me infernally? Infernally. Do you hear!
And if you flatter yourself that I don't perceive it, you are a fool.
Darling, do not speak like this.
If you think I can be consoled by sweet words you are an idiot.
So I will ask you again,
is Miss Isabella at home?
Heathcliff,
I am proud to show you at last somebody who dotes on you more than myself.
Sister, dear, I really don't think...
I am sure that my poor little sister in law is breaking her heart
by mere contemplation of your physical and moral beauty.
Cathy. This is most unfair!
Be kind enough to excuse me.
Cathy forgets that you and I are not intimate acquaintances
and what amuses her is painful to me beyond expression.
You had no reason to treat the poor girl in such a manner.
Do not fret.
I would as soon as put a canary in the park on a winter's day
than recommend she bestow her heart on you.
There would be a certain symmetry though, would there not?
In Isabella Linton and I becoming lovers.
Perhaps your fortune has changed you.
My fortune has changed me in every regard.
Except one.
And if I could change that too I would do so.
What is this?
This is an agreement that Mr. Heathcliff has first option
to purchase any more land and buildings you may wish to sell.
This is the balance of the account, sir.
Joseph! Saddle up Hunter.
Had I known I could ruin the man in the space of three months,
I would have come back sooner.
I thought I would never find this place.
That's why I told you to bring Cathy's horse.
She could find her way up here in the dark.
Is this the place where you bring all your sweethearts?
Only Cathy before you.
And is that how it is always going to be?
Cathy before me?
I saw a spirit in you last time I saw you at the Grange, Isabella,
that has stayed with me.
It is as though your brother has a woman's gentleness
and you have all the fight.
I cannot tell whether you are flattering me or not.
Everything you hear about me is bad.
Yet you see some good in me,
else why would you be here?
Perhaps I am attracted to the bad in you.
No. Do not make a joke of it.
A person who sees good in me is a sensation I experience so rarely
that it is enough to make me want to at least try to love you.
What are you about? Raising this stir?
I said you must let Isabella alone, I beg you.
Unless you are tired of being received here
and wish Edgar to draw the bolts against you!
God forbid he should try! God keep him meek and patient!
I love Heathcliff more than you have ever loved Edgar
and he might love me if you would let him!
I know he could never love a Linton!
And yet he's quite capable of marrying you to hurt me,
he has as good as told me!
I don't believe you.
I don't believe you!
What is it to you? I have a right to kiss her, if she chooses,
and you have no right to object.
I'm not your husband.
There is no need for you to be jealous.
If you like Isabella, you shall marry her.
But, do you like her, Heathcliff? Tell the truth.
Answer me.
Answer me!
You will not leave here until you answer me.
If I imagined you wished me to marry Isabella,
- I'd cut my throat! - Take her, if it pleases you!
You clearly prefer the bliss of inflicting misery to the bliss of our love!
This is insufferable!
It is disgraceful that you should own him for a friend
and force his company on me.
Is that how you call it, sir?
I have so far been forbearing with you, sir.
Your presence is a moral poison that would contaminate the most virtuous.
For that cause, and to prevent worse consequences,
I shall deny you, hereafter, admission into this house.
Cathy, this lamb of yours threatens like a bull!
It is in danger of splitting its skull against my knuckles.
I require your instant departure, sir.
One minute's delay will render it involuntary and ignominious.
- No, I will not move until I hear an apology from you. - An apology?
After constant indulgence of both men,
I earn for thanks two samples of blinding gratitude!
Edgar, I was defending you and yours.
Cathy, please get out of my way.
- Apologize. - Get out of my way!
Make an apology or allow yourself to be beaten.
All I want is your happiness!
But I am, I must admit, utterly defeated in this.
Indeed I can only attribute your spite and venom and betrayal
to some unfathomable damage deep inside your heart.
To think anything else is to think so badly of you that I cannot bear it.
Well, I must compliment you on your taste, Cathy.
This is the slavering thing you would prefer to me!
Heathcliff! No! I beg you!
Go!
Remain where you are, Cathy.
I shall not stay. But I wish to learn whether after this day's events,
you intend to continue your intimacy...
Oh, for mercy's sake! Just let us hear no more of it!
To get rid of me - answer my question.
Will you give up Heathcliff hereafter or will you give up me?
It is impossible to be my friend and his at the same time
and I absolutely require to know which you choose.
- You cannot make me choose! - I demand it!
And if I choose to remain friends with him?
Then I shall ask you to leave this house.
May I speak?
To chastise me for my weakness? To mock me for my kindness?
If you hear me out and you still want me to leave,
then I shall relinquish any claim I have on you.
Very well.
If you cast me out, you shall cast out both your wife and child. I am with child, Edgar.
I'm with child.
- I came to you. - So I see.
Though after your brother's threats and entreaties,
I had rather you didn't.
He has, after all, threatened my life.
Cathy is with child.
You are lying.
Has Edgar put you up to this?
Sir,
any loyalty I feel in this is entirely to you.
That is why I have come here to tell you this.
Even though he warned me that if I was insane enough
to encourage what he calls my worthless suitor,
he will dissolve all bonds of relationship between him and me.
Yet, as you see, I am here.
Feed and water the horses then bed them down.
My bride and I shall be staying here for the night.
Could you...? My fastenings.
Thank you.
Don't look at me.
She's gone.
Isabella has gone. She has run off with Mr. Heathcliff!
This is not true. It cannot be.
The lad who fetches the milk told me they were spotted two miles out of Gimmerton.
And I have checked her room and her bed is not slept in
so they have a day's start!
How will you catch up with them?
She went of her own accord. She had a right to go if she pleased.
No, master. She is bewitched!
Hereafter she is only my sister in name, not because I disown her,
but because she has disowned me.
And who shall tell the mistress of this turn of events?
No-one.
Since Isabella is no longer a member of her family,
she needn't be troubled by news of her.
Yes, sir.
- You are deceiving me! - Shush, mistress.
I promised the Master I would not tell you.
I thought it might help you to accept your new life
- if you knew what Heathcliff - If I knew what?
That Heathcliff has betrayed me? That he has put a knife through my heart?
- Give over that talk! - Stop that! Miss Cathy.
Mistress!
Get off me!
Just stop that!
Please, my love.
Please.
It's all right, my love. It's all right.
You were dreaming.
Stay with me, Nelly.
If only I were in my own bed in the old house.
And that wind rattling against the lattice.
Do let me feel it.
It comes straight down the moor. Let me...
Let me have one breath!
When will Heathcliff return?
I do not know.
If he felt anything for you he would never return and let you be.
Now try and put him out of your mind.
I cannot, Nelly.
I cannot.
He will not let me.
Where are we going?
Although it may not appear to be the case,
I have tried over these past four months to make myself love you
but I cannot.
What is preventing such a thing from happening?
- I think you know. - Nevertheless,
I would like to hear you say her name.
Your eyes detestably resemble your brother's...
a dove's eyes, an angel's eyes.
So I cannot bear to look at them without wishing you ill.
I abandoned my elegancies, my comforts and my friends of my former home
to marry you.
You married me under a delusion.
Then you shall let me go home to the Grange, sir.
You shall go home
but not to the Grange. The Heights will be your home
and I will not have you disgracing me by rambling abroad.
I cannot allow that.
Surely in your heart you feel some pity.
I have no pity.
Joseph! Joseph!
Where are you? Damn you.
Is he come back then?
I thought he had gone for good.
We came just now.
But he left me and as I don't know where he is...
Be sure to lock your door.
I cannot resist going up there with this every night
and trying his door.
If once I find it open,
he's done for!
What is it?
I am tired after my journey.
I will show you to your room.
- My room? - I sleep in here.
What news is there of Cathy?
Mrs. Linton has not been well.
She'll never be like she was, but her life is spared.
If you really have a regard for her, you'll shun crossing her way again.
I must exact from you a promise that you'll get me an interview with her.
I say you must not.
And you never shall through my means. She is too weak.
Consent or refuse, I will see her!
You know as well as I do
for every thought she spends on Edgar, she spends a thousand on me.
And if I thought it were otherwise, two words would comprehend my future...
death and hell.
Do not persist in this, sir,
or I shall be obliged to inform my master
and he shall take measures to secure his house.
- Who did you see today, Nelly? - No-one in particular.
Joseph at church, of course, outpraying the Bishop as usual.
You're lying to me, aren't you?
You have too much imagination and I have too little.
I cannot make sense of you some days.
I know he is back.
I can feel him close, so there is no use in trying to deceive me.
Why am I so changed?
Well, you eat so little and you will not drink and you've made yourself weak.
I wish I were outdoors.
I wish I were a girl again...
- half savage, hardy and free. - Come, come.
You are a young woman. You are going to bring a new young life into the world.
You are blessed, if only you could see it.
Open the window wide again.
Open it.
I will not give you a death of cold.
I'm not helpless yet. I'll do it myself.
Heathcliff!
Heath...Heathcliff.
Heathcliff.
Come on, she was seen out there, sir.
I think she will have headed up to the crags, sir!
If we waste time going there and you are wrong...
It is where she went as a child. It was a favorite place for...
For both of them.
Cathy!
My love!
Cathy!
My love!
Cathy! Cathy!
- Cathy! - I see no sign of she, sir.
Cathy!
Oh, Cathy.
My love.
Am I come home?
Yes.
Yes, you are home. We are home.
And we will wander these moors for all eternity.
I thought you had forgotten me.
You know that I could as soon forget you
as my own existence.
And what of Edgar and...
There is no Edgar.
There is no Hindley.
There is just you and I.
Just you and I.
Cathy!
She is here.
Damn you. She is here!
The pneumonia has a grip on her lungs.
She has neither the constitution nor, it seems, the will to recover.
Hell, is that all you can say? Is there nothing you can do?
It'll be a miracle if I can keep her alive until she's gone full term.
I believe if the child is not born tonight, neither will survive.
Dear, sweet Edgar.
Why could you not love someone worthy of your affection
and gentleness?
You know our child will be loved and cherished, do you not?
But not too tame.
Our child shall wander the moors and be free
as any child must with your blood running through their veins.
When I was a child,
my father went on a trip.
And he asked me and my sister what presents we would like.
I chose a fiddle.
And my sister, already a good rider,
asked for a new whip.
But when he returned he did not bring us what we had asked for,
he had brought you instead.
Cathy is dying.
And you grew and grew like a big fat cuckoo
and now look at you sitting there as if you are already master of the house.
Your sister is dying.
Cathy is dying.
You do not fool me, Heathcliff.
You wear your finer feelings like you wear those gentleman's clothes...
badly. You are nothing more than a gypsy bastard
and so your love for Cathy can only be a pretend love.
Your grief for her, a pretence.
Don't you say her name.
- Stop! - Don't you say her name!
Don't you say her name!
- No! - Stop!
- You will kill him! - You will hang for it!
I long to die!
I would die a thousand deaths
if I knew she were waiting for me!
I am leaving now.
I think it fair that you let me leave unmolested.
- Be gone! - After all,
it is better to be hated by you than loved by you.
I see that now.
So I think I owe you a queer sort of gratitude
that you spared me your love and its murderous effects.
Be gone! Be gone!
Will you let me see Cathy or must I fight my way in?
She is weak.
- She is dying. - Then you know she would wish to see me.
Obey her dying wishes even if you no longer take heed of mine.
Sleep, my love, sleep. Sleep, my love!
Let me die in your arms.
Don't leave me.
Edgar.
Oh, Edgar! How sweet it feels to see you again.
I beg your forgiveness!
Forgiveness? I have nothing to forgive you.
- Then you are not angry? - I am not angry.
I am sorry to have lost you,
especially as I can never think you will be happy.
I am carrying his child, Edgar!
And I have nowhere and nothing!
Please. How can I make amends?
If you should really wish to oblige me,
then return to the villain you married and persuade him to leave the country.
Do not close your heart to me!
Do not close your heart!
The servants are returning from church. My master will not be far behind.
I cannot go.
I shall not go, I tell you. For heaven's sake! Just go for one hour.
I will come to you when the master leaves the house, please.
I promised her.
This will be the last time.
She begged me to stay!
What in God's name?
Unless you are a fiend, you will take her! You will take her and you will comfort her.
I shall not refuse to go out of doors.
But I will stay in the garden,
and mind you keep to your word, Nelly.
I shall be under the larch trees.
Nelly, send for Dr Kenneth. Now, send for him, woman!
Doctor, thank God.
Please come. Please.
Her breathing is shallow. I fear for our baby.
She's dead.
I didn't have to wait for you to learn that.
Stop sniveling before me.
Damn you all. She wants none of your tears.
Yes, she's dead.
Gone to heaven, I hope.
Oh, did she die like a saint?
You poor wretch.
Your pride cannot blind God.
How did she die?
She lay with a sweet smile on her face and her baby at her breast.
His bastard lived, then.
Cathy's life closed in a gentle dream.
May she wake as kindly in the other world.
May she wake in torment!
I pray one prayer
I repeat it till my tongue stiffens...
Cathy Earnshaw, may you not rest,
not while I'm living.
You said I killed you.
Haunt me, then.
Be with me always.
Take any form. Drive me mad, but don't leave me
in the abyss, where I cannot find you.
I cannot live without my life.
I cannot live without my soul.
Being married will not be such a bad thing, will it, Catherine?
I'm going to see my father.
This locket was your mother's.
I hope you'll be a dutiful daughter.
I defy you to frighten me!
Have you heard how your wife speaks to me, Linton?
If you cannot take her in hand perhaps I'll have to do so myself.
Linton loves me and for that reason I love him.
Mr. Heathcliff, you have nobody to love you
and however miserable you make us,
we shall still have the revenge of thinking that
your cruelty rises from your greater misery!
Nelly! Nelly!
- Is he still alive? - Yes.
Yes, my angel, he is!
Forgive me. Please forgive me.
There is nothing to forgive.
Tell me one thing, Catherine, and tell me the truth.
Do you love Linton?
Will he make you happy?
He will make me very happy, Father.
And Mr. Heathcliff has said that we shall live here -
Linton and I together.
And we will fill the house with children and happiness.
Then I can go to her.
I have been very happy with my little Catherine.
Oh, I see. Playing the loyal servants to the last, are we?
Make haste and get my daughter's things together.
And don't oblige me to compel you.
Why not let Catherine continue here?
And send Master Linton to her.
I'm seeking another tenant for the Grange.
And I want my children about me, to be sure.
You are on my property.
Stand to one side, else I'll have the constable on you!
This is Green, my solicitor.
He will give each of you a notice to quit.
Put it down there.
It is cold up here.
Perhaps you should come down and sit by the fire for a few moments,
just while Linton sleeps.
I will stay up here.
I brought you a book.
Nelly said you might like it.
I thought you might be in need of distraction.
Catherine, come and sit by the fire, my love.
Just while Linton sleeps.
We'll listen out for him, won't we, Hareton?
Thank you.
Lapwing. Bonny bird,
it wheels over your head on the moor
I have been to my solicitor.
Linton has bequeathed me all his estate.
When he dies, you will be destitute.
You'll have no need of books!
If I am as poor as you say, then I have every need of books
to help me escape my miserable fate!
What a hideous tyrant.
And you sitting there like a dumb ox while he abuses me!
- What was I supposed to have done? - What was I supposed to have done?
Stand up to the fiend!
How would you like it if I abused your father?
He is not your father. Hindley was your father
and Heathcliff ruined him and drove him to an early grave.
Heathcliff showed me more love than my father.
Yes. So that he could trick you out of your rightful inheritance.
Don't speak of Heathcliff like that!
- I'd rather you would abuse me. - Very well.
I had thought your dumb state was down to your upbringing
but now I see it is the state you prefer,
much like a dog or a cart-horse! And if I ever needed proof,
it is your cowardice in not standing
- to that man! - You're a damned liar!
Why have I made him angry, by taking your part then?
A hundred times?
I shall have nothing to do with you and your mucky pride
and your damned mocking tricks!
I shall go to hell, body and soul,
before I look sideways at you again!
Is that true,
what Hareton said about taking my part?
He has taken beatings for you. That is true.
Why does he insist on defending Heathcliff?
Because he is attached to him by ties
stronger than reason can break
and it is cruel of you to try and loosen them.
Come in, Cathy.
Cathy, do come, please.
Please come in.
Oh, do once more.
Oh, my love.
Oh, my heart's darling,
I ask you once more.
Please end it.
End my agony!
Let me in! Let me in!
- Let me in. - Cathy.
Cathy, do come, my love.
Do come, my love.
- Do come. - Mr. Heathcliff.
Mr. Heathcliff.
- You must come. - My love... I...
You must come.
Mr. Heathcliff,
my husband, your son,
he's dead.
- My son? - Linton.
Linton is dead.
Our Father who art in Heaven,
hallowed be thy name.
Thy kingdom come, thy will be done
on Earth as it is in Heaven.
I'm sorry.
And I am sorry for the things I said to you.
I did not mean it.
I was miserable and bitter at everybody
and I would like you to forgive me.
Is Catherine not here?
She is upstairs.
I picked some flowers from over at the Grange.
- Oh, did you? - Seemed a shame to waste them.
They were the last of the summer.
If he finds you in here, he will punish you.
He can't hurt me. I think even he knows that.
I thought we could be friends,
even though you'll be ashamed of me.
I will not be.
I think I would like a friend.
It is one of my mother's exercise books.
How she loved Heathcliff.
What are you two doing in here?
I wanted to feel close to what is left of my family.
I'm the only person to blame. Hareton stayed with me at my insistence.
And who the devil gave you leave to set one foot in here!
And who ordered you to obey her?
You shouldn't grudge me one room when you have taken everything from me!
You insolent slut!
You never had anything!
If you strike me, Hareton will strike you!
If Hareton does not turn you out of this room,
I will strike him back to hell!
Hareton,
take her. Take her and leave me.
All of you, leave me now!
She must learn to avoid putting me in a passion.
You once told me that love would only bring me grief and pain and suffering.
I have seen nothing in my life
to change that opinion otherwise.
You misled me,
not purposely I don't suppose but you were wrong.
If that is true,
then my whole life's endeavors have been wrong too.
Is that what you would have me believe?
I would have you believe whatever brings you peace.
Would that not be a poor conclusion?
An absurd termination to my violent exertions?
I feel for you in such a variety of ways.
In the first place, your startling likeness to Cathy
fearfully connected you with her. But then what is not connected with her to me?
And what does not recall her?
The entire world is a dreadful collection of memoranda
that she did exist and that I have lost her.
You have no...
- feeling of illness, have you? - No.
No, I have not.
I never felt stronger.
I think first you should kiss me for minding so well.
Five kisses if you read it through with no further blunders.
No.
No! No!