text / (US) Ben
Haicht, Chuck MacArthur translation / Huang Tianmin The
prelude
fades in, a field of vision.
A snowy night sky. Days of heavy snow covered the roads and fields. The white expanse of wilderness is vast and uninhabited. The wind was howling, and the snow was flying.
A figure appeared on the white field. He was trudging hard. The flying snowflakes hit him, making him unable to see anything. He stopped, raised a hand to his eyebrows, and caught a glimpse of a house not far away, with a faint line of light shining from the window. He hurried to the direction of the light.
A dilapidated manor house appears on the screen. Due to its age and heavy snow, it has been half-buried in snowdrifts. Several dilapidated windows on the home were boarded up and half of the exterior wall collapsed. In the wilderness of the snowstorm night, this stone building is like a lonely boat on the sea. The bushes around the house were grotesquely blown by the constant northerly wind and looked terrifying.
The man came over, and a collapsed fence blocked the way. He found the door, pushed it hard, and was barely pushed open a foot or so, as if a pair of invisible hands were against the door. He squeezed through the crack of the door into the yard and hurried towards the light. Suddenly, a group of dogs barked in the wind. Then, a few hairy wolves leaped over the snowdrifts and rushed over.
The man was momentarily frightened by the dogs and panicked. He stumbled to the door of the house as he held up his heavy cane and struggled to resist.
He knocked hard on the door, but no one answered, he slammed the door again with his stick, but no one came to open it. The vicious dog barked wildly and kept rushing towards him. With nowhere to go, he slammed into the door desperately and rushed in.
It was a spacious room with a roaring fire in it. Under the light, sat a few silent, frowning people. The guests rushing into the room looked at them in astonishment, but no one greeted him, and there was no sign of hospitality in their sombre eyes.
One of the men, headed by the group, had his back against the fireplace, above which hung two guns. The man was dark in complexion, gray in hair, gloomy in face, and sloppy in clothes, like a gypsy tramp; but in his arrogance and imperious manner, he was like a gentleman. This is Heathcliff. Heathcliff's eyes widened, staring at the intruder. He opened his mouth with anger in his voice.
Heathcliff: Who are you? What are you doing here?
Guest (drives away a dog next to him): Please drive these damn dogs away first.
Heathcliff (to the dog): Go down...
and then Heathcliff grabs a fire stick from the fireplace and pulls it at the dogs, and the dogs slip away.
Heathcliff: Go down, go down, and I tell you to go away!
Guest: Are you Mr. Heathcliff?
Heathcliff (quietly): It's me.
Guest (graciously): I'm Lockwood, the new tenant of Gui Farm.
Heathcliff (displeased): Ah, it's you! Why not stay at home and spend such a night wandering in the fields?
Lockwood (startled): I'm lost. Can you send someone here to show me the way?
Heathcliff (straightforward): No, it can't be done! I only have one subordinate, and I can't live without people here.
Lockwood (persistently): Well, I'm afraid I'll have to stay here until morning. In such a blizzard, I couldn't even walk a mile.
Heathcliff (simply): As you please!
Angered, Lockwood glanced at the others in the room: sitting by the fireplace was a lame old woman and a middle-aged woman who was prematurely senile, with fluffy hair and dishevelled clothes, looking more sloppy than her master ; in the shadows in the corner of the room stood a shivering old man. Lockwood said to middle-aged women.
Lockwood (sarcastically): Thank you for your hospitality. Could you give me a cup of tea?
MIDDLE-AGED WOMAN (looking at Heathcliff uneasily) Can you?
Heathcliff (kicks the log in the fireplace) Don't you hear me?
LOCKOUD (pauses, resumes his politeness): Mrs Heathcliff, this amiable lady, I suppose?
Middle-aged woman stands up. She curled up in horror as she passed Heathcliff.
Heathcliff: Yes, this sweet lady is my wife.
Lockwood (cannot help but feel resentment): If I sit down, will I be asking too much of your hospitality?
Heathcliff (turning sharply, brusquely): I hope my hospitality is a lesson to you. Let you know, don't run recklessly in the wild in the future. As for you wanting to stay here tonight, I don't have a good place to entertain guests. You should share a bed with my servant.
Lockwood (feeling dignified): I'll just lean back in my chair and sleep, sir!
Heathcliff got up to leave the room. But he turned back, looked at the guest glumly, with a look of helplessness, and then he spoke to Lockwood.
Heathcliff: No, no! Strangers are always strangers, and there are very few guests in this house, so my dog and I really don't know how to receive you. (He turns and tells the old man who is shivering in the shadows in the corner) Joseph, you open up a house upstairs for him. (Then looks at Lockwood and says coldly) Good night, sir...
Lockwood (staring at each other in surprise): Good night.
Heathcliff left the room when Mrs Heathcliff put the tea in front of Lockwood. She stared at her husband's back with a tame, terrified, bewildered expression on her face.
into the upstairs hallway. Old servant Joseph, hobbled, with a lantern in hand, walked down the circling dark corridor, Lockwood closely behind. When they reached a door, Joseph stopped, looked back, and seemed hesitant. Then, he muttered to himself and opened the door. The hinges of the door creaked, apparently not open for a long time.
Lockwood looked into the room, and a musty smell came from his nostrils. This is a bedroom with a large bed with four posts in it. An oak box was covered with a rag. There was also a chair with a broken leg, and an old couch; that was all the furnishing of the room.
Joseph: This is the room for you. This is the new house. (Mumbling) It has been unoccupied for many years.
Lockwood (shuddering): This place is really stuffy, can you make a fire?
Joseph: That fireplace won't catch fire. The chimney has been blocked for years.
Lockwood: All right, thank you! Good night.
Lockwood sat down, took off his shoes and shirt, and loosened his tie. He reached out and touched the bed, and a cold, musty feeling made him shiver again. He turned back subconsciously and found that Joseph was still standing in the doorway, staring at him blankly.
Lockwood: I already said good night to you.
Joseph closed the door slowly. Lockwood folded his shirt and put it on the bed as a pillow. The bed was quirky, with bird-wing-like ornaments and a grid of pigeon-cage bookshelves from top to bottom. Lockwood lay on the bed, eyes wide, watching the shadows of the furniture in the light, listening to the sound of the wind blowing the shutters. After a while, he sat up and pulled out a booklet with a thick dusty cover from the shelf beside the bed. He opened the booklet, and a squashed dry flower fell out of the page. He picked up the flower, and with tenderness in his heart, he gently placed the dead flower on the ledge beside him. , and turned the booklet page by page. It was a diary, and the handwriting on it was scrawled, as if it were the handwriting of a child. There was still a strand of hair stuck to one page. Lockwood turned the diary again to the title page, which read:
Catherine Earnshaw—her diary
Lockwood turned the pages, recognizing the faded writing. Gradually he felt that his eyelids could not lift up more and more. So he put the book aside, put out the candle, and closed his eyes to sleep.
Melting in, Lockwood tossed and turned on the bed. At this time, the blizzard was getting stronger and stronger, and the wind was mixed with a strange but continuous slapping sound. It turned out that a shutter was blown open by the wind. The casement was flapping to and fro, as if it had to wake the sleeping man. Lockwood woke up. He opened his eyes as if he had just woken up from a nightmare. Looking at the shadows in the room, listening to the "crack" sound of the shutters.
The shutters continued to beat in the wind and snow, and Lockwood uneasily climbed out of bed and walked to the window, opening the window, still awake from a nightmare, sleepy. There seemed to be a woman's cry in the howling wind. The goose-feather snow flew in from the window, and the voice shouted:
Howling: Let me in! let me in! I got lost in the wasteland.
Lockwood was frightened, and reached out his hand desperately to close the shutter. Suddenly, he froze. It turned out that his hand that had not grasped the blinds had been grasped by a cold little hand. Among the flying snowflakes, he saw the figure of a gray woman. She was pale, her hair was blowing in the wind, and she kept making a scream that made him feel scared.
Howling: Let me in, I'm lost in the wasteland! let me in.
The cold little hand held Lockwood tightly, and a few fingers were faintly visible in the dark night. Lockwood was so frightened that he cried out in desperation.
Lockwood (screaming): Help! Help! Someone here, help! Heathcliff, Heathcliff!
Lockwood struggled to free himself from the thing in the blizzard. Snow poured in from the window.
Lockwood: Help, Heathcliff! Hurry up, hurry up!
The door was pushed open suddenly. Heathcliff stood in the doorway with a lantern.
Lockwood (stunned): There's someone outside the window in the blizzard—a woman—I hear her yelling. The woman said her name over and over again; Casey... (Lockwood touches his forehead with his hand, obviously not as nervous as before) Casey... (He suddenly remembers the handwriting on the title page of the diary, So relieved and calm) I'm probably dreaming? ! Excuse me, Mr. Heathcliff...
Heathcliff gripped Lockwood's shoulders tightly and desperately.
Heathcliff (nervously): Get out of here, get out of here! go out! get me out!
Heathcliff pushed Lockwood out of the room, slammed the door, then rushed to the window and opened the shutters. An increasingly violent blizzard slammed into the room. Heathcliff stretched out his hands into the blizzard night, howling in a heartbreaking voice.
Heathcliff (wheezing) Come in, come in! Oh Casey, Casey...you gotta come! Oh come on! Do it again! Oh my sweetheart! Did you hear me this time, did you hear me...Casey, I love you! come in! Come to me... come to me! Kathy, you're mine...you're mine...the
snow fell on Heathcliff.
The camera suddenly changes to the corridor. Lockwood walked from the dim corridor to the living room. Entering the living room, I saw Allen curled up, sitting in front of the stove like an old goat, staring blankly at the fire, without even looking up at Lockwood who came in. As if she too felt a ghost roaming the nearby wasteland. Lockwood trembled and sat beside Allen. Heathcliff's wailing can be heard off-screen, but it's not clear what it's shouting.
Alan (mumbles without looking at Lockwood): I've known for a long time that I can't spend the night in that room.
Lockwood glanced at Allen and tried to calm himself down.
Alan (pauses): What happened?
Lockwood: I had a dream as if I heard a woman scream, and I jumped out of bed and opened the window. At this moment, something cold and sticky caught me, like a cold little hand. Then I saw her... My nerves seemed to go haywire. The flying snowflakes seemed to show a ghost, but there was nothing.
Alan (indifferently): That's Casey...
Lockwood: Who is Casey?
Ellen: It's a girl—she's dead.
Lockwood: I don't believe in ghosts, I don't believe in ghosts crying at night. I don't believe that the dead will come back to summon the living.
Ellen (then looking up, looking at Lockwood): If I tell you her story, you'll believe the ghosts will come back. (Alan leans on the stove and throws a match in the stove.) You may know as I do, that if they were alive while they were deeply in love, there was a force that would make them come back to earth.
Lockwood: Please tell me her story.
Ellen: That was fifty years ago. I was a young girl at the time, working in the house of Mr. Earnshaw, Casey's father...
faded out.
The first
fade in, the exterior of Wuthering Heights forty years ago. It is a place with a calm atmosphere and beautiful scenery. A small tree in the foreground is blooming with flowers. The green grassy land is picturesque. The fence of the estate is well maintained.
A man ran towards the gate of Wuthering Heights on a horse, and another man on horseback appeared at the gate of the fence by the roadside, and they greeted each other.
The picture suddenly cuts to Earnshaw on his horse. A boy of about nine years old sat sideways in front of the saddle. The other rider was Dr. Kenneth, a kind and young-looking middle-aged man. He came towards Earnshaw.
Kenneth: Hello, my neighbour, coming home from Liverpool so soon?
Earnshaw: Hello! Dr. Kenneth.
KENNETH (riding up to him): Did you come back with something? (points at the boy who is stuck)
Earnshaw (holds up the boy): This is a gift from God to me, even though he's as dark as hell. (The boy struggles in Earnshaw's arms) Don't make a fuss... my dear boy, we're home.
KENNETH (looking at the boy): He looks like a stubborn little fellow...
Earnshaw (both on horseback, coming towards the intersection leading to the house): There's a reason for that. I saw this starving child being kicked and beaten on the streets of Liverpool. It was almost over. I spent two pounds and never found out whose child was. No one recognized him there, and I couldn't bear to leave him, so I took him home...
Earnshaw and Dr. Kenneth dismounted. Earnshaw held out his hand, ready to help the boy down.
Earnshaw: Come down, my boy.
But the boy straddled the saddle, and yelled as he hit the horse.
Earnshaw (pulls him from the saddle): Come down, you little brat! (to Dr. Kenneth) Looks like this kid needs a cure... (calls to the door) Casey! Hindley!
Ellen hurried to the door, a plump, neat-looking woman in her mid-twenties.
Alan: Ah, you're back, Mr Earnshaw! The kids are coming down right away.
Allen's eyes widened in surprise when he saw the child.
Earnshaw (smiles uncontrollably at the sight): Why are you scared like this, Alan. He's going to live with us for a while, and you'll have to give him a good wash and put him in decent clothes. He was about the same size as Hindley.
Alan (staring at the ragged boy): Look at the way he looks, you have to give him something to eat first, Mr Earnshaw... (pinches him by the shoulders) You make him skinny like a sparrow . Come to the kitchen, child.
BOY (breaks free from Alan's hands): Don't touch me... The
boy followed Alan. Earnshaw was about to enter the house when he was barred by Dr. Kenneth.
KENNETH (seriously) Earnshaw, my friend, have you done something wrong this time?
Earnshaw (stops in surprise): What? Dr. Kenneth.
Kenneth (slowly): You shouldn't have brought him home, I can say for sure.
Earnshaw (slightly annoyed): So what should I do? drop him? Let him starve to death like a dog?
Kenneth (calmly) Don't worry, my neighbor, I've seen more than you. For children, I understand. This is a bad seed, brought in the womb. He has a kind of hatred, and now he is still young, but he is like a dog that has been kicked, full of resentment. You can't tame him, he'll bite and bite hard.
Earnshaw: Going too far, Dr. Kenneth. How can you say something like that...he was sent to me by God.
Kenneth (smiling): Forget it, the children God gave you are the ones I'll take for you.
Earnshaw (quietly): Well, you probably won't forget; my child Heathcliff would be about his age if he survived.
KENNETH (pat Earnshaw lightly on the shoulder) You should remember that it was God's will. Heathcliff is now surreptitiously living in the arms of God.
Earnshaw and Kenneth entered the house, and Kenneth shook his head helplessly.
In the living room: Earnshaw looked around and shouted happily.
Earnshaw (shouting): Casey!
Casey, a nine-year-old girl, and Hindley a year or two older than her, followed behind Casey, and the two screeched down the stairs.
CASEY (holds her father, Earnshaw bends to kiss her): Dear Daddy, what did you bring? what brings me?
Hindley: Hello, Dad... (Hindley turns his face sideways and lets Earnshaw kiss him)
Earnshaw (opens a paper bag): Hey, that's what my Casey wants, but be careful when using it !
He handed her the short-handled horse-whip he had taken from his pocket.
CASEY (jumping with joy) Yo, great, great. (Cathy raises her whip and swipes Hindley in the back)
Hindley (shouting): Don't hit! Dad, she hit someone.
Earnshaw (kindly): Ah, boys, boys... uh, here's Hindley's violin... (Earnshaw opens another paper bag) It's the best one in Liverpool, great tone, and one more And the bow...
Hindley (then quiets down): Show me. (Earnshaw gives the violin to Hindley) Give me the bow too.
While Earnshaw was taking the bow from the box, the new boy came in lazily, with Alan following him. The child was dumbfounded and greedily nibbling on a cream sandwich... His eyes were sullenly gazing at several people in the room, and Hindley looked at him in surprise.
CASEY (looking at him carefully, then exclaiming): Who is he?
Alan (looking at Earnshaw smiling): He's as hungry as a wolf!
Earnshaw (jokingly, noticing the bewildered eyes of Casey and Hindley): Boys, this is the little gentleman I met in Liverpool--he came to visit us at my invitation.
CASEY (contemptuously) He's so dirty!
Earnshaw (startled): I'm so embarrassed for you, Casey... Alan, after scrubbing this kid, take him to Hindley's room and let him sleep there...
Hindley (pissed off) ):how? in my room? No, I won't let him sleep.
Earnshaw (seriously) Children, from now on you should know how to share your things with those less fortunate than you. Alan, this child is in your care.
Several people in the room were silent. The camera captures their expressions in sequence: Casey scowling, Hindley furious, Kenneth full of worries.
Alan (finally speaking): Come on, kid...what's your name?
The boy said nothing but looked at Earnshaw.
Earnshaw: Let's just call him Heathcliff...
The boy stood there with wide-eyed eyes and walked towards Earnshaw. He gave Mr Earnshaw an excited hug and ran quickly out of the room. Alan followed him. fade out.
The second
fades in. In the moor, Heathcliff and Casey gallop on prancing horses.
CASEY (shouting) Come on, I'll race you to see who gets to the barn first, and whoever loses will be punished as a slave for a week.
Heathcliff (on horseback, kicking): Come on... run, run.
The sun shone on the field, and Kathy and Heathcliff rode on their horses. Casey laughed and yelled as they ran to the barn.
Barn EXT: Heathcliff wins and jumps from his horse. exclaimed excitedly.
Heathcliff: I won! I won! You are my slave now, and I have to do what I want you to do. You have to drink my horse and wash it.
Casey (shocked): No, that's not fair, it's so serious.
Here comes Hindley.
Heathcliff (looking at him unfriendly): What are you doing here?
HINDLEY (holding the reins of Heathcliff's horse): I want this horse.
Heathcliff (hurriedly) How can I give you! This horse is mine.
Hindley (viciously): I don't care if it's yours, my horse is lame and will ride yours.
Heathcliff (shoves him sharply) No way!
Hindley (infuriated): If you don't give it to me, I'll tell Dad. Said you said that when he died, you would kick us out of the house.
Heathcliff (furious) You are talking nonsense! I have never said such a thing.
CASEY (helping Heathcliff) Of course he didn't say it, just because Dad likes him,
you-- Hindley (turning to Casey): You've got to help him! Just wait and see, he's going to take an inch and finally get us all out of the way. Then you won't have a good time either. (turns back to Heathcliff and growls) You never had a father, my father is not yours! You gypsy beggar.
Heathcliff rushed towards Hindley, who picked up a stone.
CASEY (calling out) Heathcliff, watch out!
Hindley raised the stone as if to throw it at it.
Hindley (hostile in his voice): Dare you come here?
Heathcliff rushed over, and the stone thrown by Hindley just hit him on the head, and Heathcliff fell. Hindley jumped over to punch and kick him, and Casey jumped and yelled in a hurry.
Casey: You let him go, you're going to kill him? Hindley!
Casey rushed towards Hindley, pulling her brother away. Heathcliff lay silently on the ground.
Casey: I'm going to tell Dad he's going to rescind your inheritance.
Hindley (smugly): Didn't you hear from Dr. Kenneth that you can't go to Daddy's ill health... (He gets on Heathcliff's horse and sits up slowly as he watches with hatred Heathcliff) you gypsy bastard!
Hindley leaped away with a gust of whip.
CASEY (holding the bleeding Heathcliff) Are you seriously hurt? Heathcliff. you tell me! (Looking at him stiffly) Why don't you cry? (Casey lifts her apron and wipes the corners of Heathcliff's mouth) Heathcliff, don't look at me like that.
Heathcliff rose slowly, staring blankly into the distance.
Heathcliff (indifferently) How am I supposed to avenge this? No matter how long it takes—as long as I can get my revenge! I hope he lives until I get my revenge...
Casey (startled by Heathcliff's eyes): Heathcliff, how can you say that? Punishing bad people is God's business, we should only know how to forgive people.
She was still sitting on the ground.
Heathcliff (painfully): Oh, Casey...
Casey (looking at him so sad): Come on, Heathcliff! (She jumps to her feet, but Heathcliff shakes her head. She tries to please him.) There are thousands of bluebells on Penniston Rock, let's go pick them!
Heathcliff (shaking his head) I'm not going!
CASEY (bringing her horse to Heathcliff): Ride my horse!
Heathcliff (still shaking his head): I'm not going.
CASEY (feigning delight, curtseys): My master, please!
Heathcliff (has to give in) Cathy, only you can make me happy. In this world, you alone can make me happy. (Hels her on) You mount,
Kathy mounts, Heathcliff walks beside her on the reins, and they go straight to the moor.
Melt into the wasteland near Penniston Rock. Kathy was on her horse, Heathcliff walking beside her.
CASEY (happily): Hey, you better always have a smile on your face. Heathcliff, you are so pretty when you smile.
Heathcliff (takes Casey's hand, pleading solemnly): Casey, stop kidding me.
CASEY (pulls Heathcliff's hand and kisses it): You really don't know you're pretty? Don't you remember, I kept saying you were a prince in disguise!
The horse stopped. In the silent wasteland, only the outlines of the two of them were seen. Heathcliff squeezed Casey's hand tightly and looked up at her.
HEATHCLIFFE (shyly) You tell me -- say it again.
CASEY (exultantly): It's true. Heathcliff, your father is the Emperor of China, your mother is the Empress of India, and you were kidnapped to England by those bad sailors. But I'm glad for it, because I've always wanted to meet people of high birth... not...
Heathcliff laughed.
Casey: …and not a rough country kid like Hindley.
Heathcliff (following Casey's story): The princes I read in the books all had castles.
CASEY (pointing forward with a new whip) Bah—your castle is right there, Heathcliff.
Heathcliff (still in fantasy): You mean Penniston Rock?
CASEY (proudly): If you can't see it's a castle, Heathcliff, you're not a prince... (Casey dismounts) Let's go over and take that castle!
Together they climbed the Penniston Rock—a hanging rock in the moor. They came to a hidden place under the cliff.
CASEY (under the cliff): Oh! This is an amazing castle, Heathcliff, and we will never leave this place.
Heathcliff (infected by Kathy's mood): We're never leaving this place for the rest of our lives!
CASEY (ecstasy): Not even going back to Wuthering Heights. We live here, we will live here forever. The two of us face the whole world. (suddenly remembered) I forgot, I'm still your slave.
Heathcliff (softly hugs Casey): No! Kathy, you are my queen. No matter what happens in the world, you will always be my queen in my heart.
(Fade Out)
Fade into the living room. The autumn wind is bleak outside. It was night and the fire was lit indoors. Joseph was standing in the corner, reading a Bible in his hand. Ellen sat, staring at the stairs, as if waiting for something, and from time to time she lifted her apron to wipe her tears. Hindley sat in his chair listening nervously; Casey sat on the floor by the fireplace; Heathcliff lay on his back, staring at Casey, chin in his hands.
Joseph (reading the Bible all the time): Your hearts need not be troubled. You have to believe in God, and you have to believe in me. In my father's land, there are many mansions, otherwise, I would not have said this to you. I'm going there and preparing a place for you, and when I'm ready for you, I'm going to come back and pick you up. Where am I, where will you be. You know where I'm going, and you know where I'm going... (Joseph pauses, wiping away tears)
Casey (to Alan in a low voice): Why isn't the doctor here yet?
Alan (embracing Casey) He's coming down.
Casey: It's probably over. Alan, I'm going to his place.
Alan (sympathetically): Shhh, dear...the doctor will be calling for you.
HINDLEY (nervously): What's the use of going, if he's delirious...
Dr. Kenneth appears on the stairs, walks down, and stops at the top of the stairs, looking at everyone with a sad face.
Ellen (the first to see him): How is he? ……Doctor?
Kenneth (hesitatingly): He's resting.
Casey stood up and stared at Kenneth, dumbfounded.
Kenneth (going on): Joseph, go get the priest.
CASEY (crying): He's dead! he died! ...
KENNETH (coming over and patting Casey) Don't be sad, kid. He died peacefully, he just slept forever.
HINDLEY (suddenly posing as a master) Dr. Kenneth, let's go up...
Heathcliff stands up, and he stares blankly at Casey, who weeps.
Alan (holds Kathy) Poor, my poor child, dear Kathy, dear wild girl. Casey...you're all alone now. (She hugs Casey tightly)
Kenneth (agrees with Hindley): You can go up there, kneel beside him and pray...
Everyone goes upstairs one after the other. A close-up view of the door to the room where Earnshaw died. Kenneth opened the door, and Alan went in first with Casey in his arms, and then Joseph went in, with Kenneth following behind them, but Hindley blocking Heathcliff from the door.
Hindley (only the two of them are left outside the door): I don't need you inside!
Heathcliff (excited) He loves me more than you.
HINDLEY (pushing him back): My father won't be fooled by you again... You go and help the groom set up the cart, go get the vicar... (Heathcliff disturbs) What did I ask you to do? Do whatever, now, I'm the master here!
Hindley shut Heathcliff out, and Heathcliff stared at the closed door, shielding his eyes with both fists, trying to keep the tears from falling. Then, he slowly turned and walked away. fade out.
The third
fades in. Spring wasteland. Flowers only adorn the earth, but do not bring life to the vast wasteland. Gradually move to the exterior of Wuthering Heights. The small tree has grown, its branches swaying in the wind, its leaves rustling. The exterior of the house shows signs of erosion over time.
Into the dining room of this villa at dusk. Dinner is coming to an end. Kathy sat at the end of the table, she was eighteen years old. Hindley sat at the other end, and Joseph waited beside them. Hindley poured himself another drink, but unfortunately there was not even half a glass of wine left in the bottle.
Hindley (dazedly): Joseph, another bottle.
Joseph: Master Hindley, this is the third bottle.
Hindley (drunk): It doesn't matter if it's the third bottle or the twenty-third bottle, get me another bottle!
JOSEPH (disturbingly): . . . "Alcohol can mess things up, and alcoholism can hurt people," Mr. Hindley.
Hindley (angered at Joseph): Who told you to quote from the scriptures is like a parrot learning people's words. Do what I tell you to do!
JOSEPH (stumbling towards the wine cabinet) Yes, Mr. Hindley.
Hindley drank the small half glass in one go. Casey looked at all this with disgust and was about to get up.
HINDLEY (drunk but giving orders): Casey, sit down! You are not allowed to leave the table without my permission. (Cathy sits down and stares at Hindley) Joseph, pour Miss Casey a glass. (Cathy quickly picks up the glass with her hands) Oh, my little sister hates drinking. Well, I know people who don't hate alcohol.
Heathcliff, a grown man, came in carrying a log. He was filthy, with fluffy hair and a ragged shirt, and he didn't look at anyone in the room, and no one paid any attention to him. Casey's eyes were fixed on the basin in front of him. Joseph stood beside Hindley, opened the bottle, and was about to pour the wine, but Hindley snatched the bottle and filled a glass himself.
Hindley: Heathcliff! (Heathcliff throws the wood into the fire and turns dully) Heathcliff! Saddle my fancy horse... hurry up, you gypsy beggar.
Heathcliff went to the door.
HINDLEY (in a loud voice again): I'm going to Gimmerton.
Heathcliff stopped at the door and went out. Hindley ate a few more spoonfuls of porridge deliberately slowly. Then he threw the spoon, stood up abruptly, and strode out of the room. Kathy sat still, and when she heard Hindley's footsteps far away, she quickly stood up and walked out.
Cut to the scene where Ellen is busy in the kitchen. When she looked up, she saw Casey sneaking across the courtyard, climbing a low stone fence, and running toward the moor.
Cutting into the barn, Heathcliff was saddling his horse, and Joseph followed Hindley in with a lantern in his hand.
HINDLEY (to Heathcliff) Didn't I tell you to hurry? (He looks around) Look at this stable, it's as dirty as a pigsty. Do you work like this? You clean me up and scrub the floor tonight!
Cut to the exterior of the stable, Heathcliff leads the horse out. Hindley jerked the reins out of his hand, then deliberately walked to a mud paddle beside the well.
HINDLEY (screaming to Heathcliff) Don't stand there grinning, get me on the horse.
Heathcliff hesitated, walked over, and stepped on the stirrups with Hindley in his hand.
Hindley: When I come back tomorrow morning, you have to finish all this work for me! (He grins)
Hindley climbs into the saddle. The frame cuts to a close-up of Hindley's muddy boots on Heathcliff's hands.
Hindley's voice: You were hoping I wouldn't come back, didn't you? Hope I die on the road and break my neck, right?
Cut back to the previous scene, Hindley bent down on the horse and yelled at Heathcliff.
Hindley: Just curse me in your belly in your gypsy language! If I don't fall to my death, if I can come back, by then, if you don't finish your work, I'll whip you until I break my arm! (Hindley jumps off)
Joseph (calling after him): Master Hindley, I'll watch him finish...
Heathcliff stares gloomily at Hindley galloping away, then turns and pulls out run.
Joseph (shouting): Where are you going? Heathcliff! Heathcliff! return! Didn't the young master want you to clean the stables? The young master is going to be angry, (Joseph grunts and walks towards the house) "This is the result of violating other people's rights..."
We watched Heathcliff run off to the moor. The picture cuts to the "castle" on the wasteland. The camera captures Heathcliff running towards the "castle" rock, where he walks under the overhanging rock. Casey sat there waiting for him.
Casey: I heard Joseph, did he see where you came from?
Heathcliff (dumbly): I don't know.
Casey: It would be bad if Hindley knew.
Heathcliff (snarling bitterly): So what? It's just that you sometimes talk to me now...I'm not much better than a dog!
CASEY (eagerly): I shouldn't have spoken to you at all. Look at yourself like this, day by day, dirty, wild, and tattered. Why don't you be alone? why don't you run away?
Heathcliff (startled, innocently): Escape? Leaving you?
CASEY (imagining): Then you come home and pick me up. Why can't you be my prince as we said before? ...why didn't you come to rescue me? Heathcliff!
Heathcliff (desperately): Cathy, you come with me now!
CASEY (pauses): Where are you going?
Heathcliff (enthusiastically) Anywhere!
CASEY (shakes head, slowly) Do we live in haystacks? Do we walk barefoot on snow? Did we steal it from the market? No! That's not what I want, Heathcliff.
The sound of music drifted from outside the scene and entered Kathy's ears. But Heathcliff did not hear.
Heathcliff (with renewed anger) Oh, you're trying to send me away, but that's not going to work! I've been beaten, scolded and insulted like a dog all these years; I've been driven mad by them! But I'm still here just to be close to you, even as a dog. ...I want to stay here until the end, whether dead or alive, under this rock forever.
The picture cuts to the exterior of "The Castle", and Casey runs out of the "Castle" to the front of the rock. There was a faint sound of music floating in the distance. She stopped and looked in the direction of Linton's house outside the moor. It was brightly lit, and there was a faint sound of waltzes coming from the wind. Heathcliff chased after her.
Casey: Did you hear that?
Heathcliff (dumbly) Hear what?
Casey: Music, the Lintons are entertaining. (stretching arms toward lights and music) This is what I want: a good world, dancing, singing, and I'll get it all.
Casey was about to run to the Lintons' house when she turned around and pulled Heathcliff up.
Casey: Come on, you'll like it too.
Casey swooped down from the rock, Heathcliff at his heels.
Melting into the exterior of Linton's house, night. This is a beautiful, Georgian house with a very tastefully manicured courtyard. Heathcliff and Casey emerged from the shadows in the foreground, and they crept toward the garden wall.
Casey and Heathcliff climbed over the fence. A few barks were heard, then disappeared. They walked across the garden towards the house. The picture cuts through a window of a country ball—hundreds of candles light up the opulently furnished ballroom, and men and women in full costumes dance. The heads of Casey and Heathcliff appeared in the window, looking in.
The frame cuts to a reverse shot, showing their faces seen through the window. Casey opened his eyes with excitement and said a few words to Heathcliff, but couldn't hear what was being said through the glass. The screen turns to the outside of the window.
CASEY (holds her breath) Look, they're dancing. How beautiful! Bright lights and jewels. Oh Heathcliff, how nice it would be if we could dance in there. (with finger inside) Look how beautiful that girl is! I really want to wear a dress like hers, and you have a red velvet coat with silver buttons on the boots... oh! Heathcliff, can we have that day?
There was a dog howling outside the scene, and when they turned around, a dog barked towards them.
CASEY (startled): Run, Heathcliff!
Casey turned and ran. Heathcliff followed toward the garden wall, and several dogs came out of the darkness in pursuit of the two uninvited guests.
Cut into the garden wall. Heathcliff put Casey on the wall, then climbed up and pulled her over the wall. Kathy's legs were still slumped against the wall, and several dogs swooped at her. Heathcliff was about to pick up Casey when a dog suddenly grabbed Casey's ankle and she screamed in pain.
Cut into the balcony of the residence. The guests ran out to watch, with Judge Linton and his son Edgar walking in front.
Edgar (to father): Somebody's probably trying to break in.
Judge Linton (holds his son): There are thieves! Ladies, please stop! (An old servant, Robert, comes over with a lantern.) Robert, who is he?
Heathcliff wrestled with the dog, and he stoned a dog that was holding on to Kathy, but the dog held on tight.
ROBERT'S VOICE: Don't let it go, fox, hold on tight...
Judge Linton arrived with Edgar and Robert, followed by a few young guests with clubs in their hands.
CASEY (to the group, urging): Run! Heathley lost!
Heathcliff (calling to the Lintons): Get the dogs out of the way, you idiots!
Edgar (in a loud voice to his father) Dad, it's Katherine Earnshaw.
Edgar rushed to the dog, and Kathy had passed out of pain.
Edgar: Go down, fox! go down! Relax! Come on, help! (Two men come up and drive the dog away) It hurts badly, help me get her in...
they lift Casey.
Heathcliff: You don't touch her!
JUSTICE LINTON (pointing to Heathcliff) Who is this?
Edgar (glances) Earnshaw's little groom.
JUSTICE LINTON (waiting for Edgar and another to carry Casey indoors): This young girl has really found a good company...bring him in too.
Heathcliff stared at Casey as if no one else was there. Robert grabbed Heathcliff's arm.
Heathcliff (breaking away from him) Be careful! How did you hug, let me come!
CASEY (dazed) Run, Heathcliff! Run fast.
JUSTICE LINTON (giving orders) Oh? That won't work...Robert! catch him.
Heathcliff was pushed aside, and people crowded around Casey and walked into the house.
In the study of Linton's house, everyone put Casey on a couch. At this time, Heathcliff broke free from Robert's hand and broke into the house.
Edgar (bents over to examine Kathy's legs): Get Miss Heggins for some hot water, come on! Isabella, hurry up and make some bandages.
Isabella (his sister): Okay. Edgar...is she seriously injured?
Edgar (busy at the couch): It's unclear.
LINTON LAW HOUSE (to Heathcliff) Well, boy, you have to explain this.
Heathcliff (pale): If your dog bites her, you're responsible.
Judge Linton (furious): Shut up! You rude little rascal, I'm the mayor!
Isabella: He really looks like the gypsy who stole my pony. right? Edgar.
Edgar: Why is Miss Earnshaw running around with this little gypsy groom!
Judge Linton: Still at night! I wonder why her brother doesn't care.
Edgar (in a low voice) Dad, don't talk about it, she still hurts.
JUSTICE LINTON (reluctantly): All right. Get this little rascal out. ...
Heathcliff (holds an inch): I'm going with Casey.
JUDGE LINTON (furious) Robert! Kick him out and walk through the back door.
CASEY (weakly) Let me go, I'm going with Heathcliff. Heathcliff!
Heathcliff tried to rush to her, but Edgar stopped him.
Edgar (quickly): Get out!
Heathcliff stood still, his eyes burning.
Judge Linton (furious): Blast him out!
The three servants pounced on Heathcliff. He came up first and he did not resist. One servant slapped him on the head rudely, and Heathcliff shouted and broke free. The ragged, filthy man stood upright in the midst of a well-dressed, pleasure-seeking crowd, all staring at him in astonishment.
Heathcliff (to the crowd in a shaky voice): I'm going! I'll get out of here, and I'll get out of this damned country!
The picture shows a close-up of Casey. She heard Heathcliff's last words, and her eyes flashed with excitement. The picture returned to the foreground.
Heathcliff (spirited and emotional): I'm going to come back to this house someday! Judge Linton, I want revenge, I want to reduce this house to a pile of rubble on your heads, this is my curse on you! (He gives a sharp sigh to the ground) Curse to all of you!
Heathcliff turned and left. Everyone panicked, and the room was silent for a while, but immediately there was a noisy discussion: This rogue! Catch up and let the dog bite him! This unreasonable beast, blast him out! Who is Casey on the camera, she raised her body slightly and watched Heathcliff go away. There was a strange look on her face.
CASEY (excitedly) Goodbye, Heathcliff! Goodbye, I'm waiting for you... The
fourth
volume fades in, The Road to Wuthering Heights. On the road leading to Thrushcross Grange, there appeared a carriage drawn by two steeds. Edgar was driving with Casey sitting beside him. Roll out a close-up view of Edgar and Kathy in the wagon amid bells of laughter.
CASEY (exultantly): I'm ashamed to say--I'm here with you and I'm not homesick for a moment. I haven't been away from Wuthering Heights for a night before...
Edgar: I may have been dreaming, but I just hope you can miss Thrushcross Grange -- even if it's just a little bit.
Exterior view of the villa. The carriage came by. Alan opened the door.
Alan (excitedly): Cathy, welcome home. (She grabs the bar and rushes out) Cathy, you're welcome!
CASEY (gladly): Alan, Alan!
Alan (hurriedly): Don't move, I'll call Joseph to carry you in.
Edgar [laughs] Hug her? cough! She ran like a little goat.
CASEY (laughing): Ha, Ellen, I dance every night.
A pack of dogs came running around the corner of the house, surrounded Casey, and jumped on her excitedly.
Ellen: Go down! Rufu! go down! (She exclaims when she sees Kathy's outfit) Kathy, you look like a princess! Where did you get this beautiful dress?
CASEY (turning around) Edgar's sister lent it to me. so pretty. Edgar, please come in and have a cup of tea with us... (Cathy runs to the house first)
Edgar: I'll come as soon as I tie up the horse.
Alan (shouting): Heathcliff! Heathcliff! (She follows Kathy in)
A close-up view of Kathy cutting into the living room.
Alan's voice (outside): Heathcliff!
The smile on Kathy's face disappeared when she heard the shout. She turned around to meet Ellen who entered the room.
CASEY (heavy) Heathcliff? Is he here?
Alan (frowning) He went home one night last week. He is always talking nonsense, saying that he is like lying in a fire pit... and that he can't live without seeing you! This guy is really unbearable!
Casey's face was disillusioned, terribly distressed.
Ellen: Where did he go? This rogue. Heathcliff! Heathcliff! (she runs to the kitchen)
Heathcliff turns out of a corner of the room. He walked towards Casey step by step, and the two looked at each other, frustrated with each other.
Heathcliff (at last like a hungry dog): Casey!
CASEY (disappointed) Heathcliff!
Heathcliff: Why did you stay there so long?
Casey: I really didn't expect to see you here.
Heathcliff (repeating) Why did you stay so long?
CASEY (disappointment to exasperation, exasperation to contempt): Why? Because I had a great time and had a lovely time there. (Edgar comes in, Cathy glances at him, and the words are for him) Go wash your hands and face, and brush your hair, Heathcliff. Please don't make me feel ashamed for you in front of guests.
Alan enters the house and sees Heathcliff.
Ellen: Heathcliff, what are you doing in this room? You go out to take care of Mr. Linton's horse at once.
Heathcliff (roughly): Let him take care of his horse!
Edgar: I'm settled.
Casey: Heathcliff, you have to apologize to Mr. Linton immediately.
Heathcliff turned and went out.
Casey: Ellen, please bring tea.
Edgar (concerned) Casey...
Casey: What? Edgar.
Edgar: I really don't understand, why does your brother put up with such a gypsy beast in this house?
CASEY (expressively): Really?
Edgar (desperately): How can a lady of status like you, Casey, put up with this man in your house? He's a beggar, but he's your equal, how can you stand it?
CASEY (suddenly) Do you know who Heathcliff is?
Edgar: I know what I need to know, what I want to know.
Casey (furious): He's my friend! We were friends long before we met you.
Edgar: You mean this rascal?
Casey: Rogue or whatever, he's the man in this house! If you don't say good things about him, please do it...
Edgar: What? You are confused.
Casey: Please go ahead! I told you not to scold the person I like.
Edgar (frozen): Someone you like? That little groom?
Casey: Yes! right!
Alan came in with a tea set in hand and was startled to hear Casey arguing with Edgar.
Edgar: Casey, what's the matter with you? You know what you said!
CASEY (uncontrollable): I said I hate you, I hate your white eyelids, I hate your soft, clumsy hands.
Edgar looked at Kathy in astonishment, as if he was really acquainted with her for the first time.
Edgar (in a quiet voice): I think that gypsy ghost got on you.
Casey: Yes!
Edgar: It's the mud from the beggar who got you.
Casey: Yes! right! you get me out!
Edgar turned and left.
Alan (stunned): Casey...
Casey (willful): No! Leave me alone... (she hugs her head and weeps)
Into the morning on the wasteland. dawn. There are patches of rays of light in the sky, and the weather is endless. Casey walked towards the "castle".
Cut to "Castle". Heathcliff was a little tidier than before, but still brutish. He stared straight at Casey as he approached him, not saying hello to each other. Casey walked up to him and sat down, relatively speechless.
Heathcliff (over the moor): Clouds curling around the top of Gimmerton Hill...
Casey: Yeah. (in front of finger) The rays of the sun are changing rapidly.
Heathcliff (pauses): You are an integral part of it all.
Casey: Maybe...we belong in this wasteland. (extremely emotional) You're a strong man, Heathcliff. You are so strong that you can make the world stop -- everything stops -- never turns again -- the moor stays still -- you and I never change...
Heathcliff: The moor and me are always the same. How about you? Casey?
Casey: I can't change, I can't change. No matter what I say or do, Heathcliff, I am who I am—always. (They are silent.) Heathcliff, where did you go last time? What are you doing?
Heathcliff (lazy plucking without looking at Casey): I'm off to Liverpool. One night I got on a ship to America, a two-masted ship bound for New Orleans. Unexpectedly, the tide trapped us. All night I lay on the deck thinking of you. Thinking that I will never see you again in the years to come -- I can't live with this kind of life. So I jumped off the boat and swam ashore. You are in my heart, your hand holds my heart tightly. I can't live without you -- can't breathe freely, you know? can you forgive me?
Casey stroked Heathcliff lightly, and in reply she looked into Heathcliff's eyes fondly. Emotions rose and fell in her heart like raging waves, though she could not yet fully understand them.
CASEY (takes a deep breath) Do you smell heather? Heathcliff. Put the heather in my arms, the more the better.
Heathcliff hurriedly picked up a bunch of heather and stuffed it into Kathy's arms. Casey's eyes closed.
Heathcliff: Are you still thinking about that other world?
CASEY (excitedly): Don't talk, Heathcliff—it's all likely to disappear without a trace.
Heathcliff piled more heather into her arms. fade out.
Part 5
fades in, Casey's room. It was twilight outside the window, and the wasteland outside the window was covered with snow. Ellen was buttoning Kathy in a radiant, fitted dress.
CASEY (flustered): Hey, Ellen, why isn't it over yet.
Alan (sarcastically) What's the hurry? Even if he comes, it doesn't matter if you haven't dressed yet... (snorts) How can there be such a young man in the world, last time I made you scolded enough, and now I come to you with tears - you Make him wait forever. (Cathy sprays some perfume behind her ear, Alan sniffs)
Alan: What's the matter with this man? I even gave you a perfume, bah! He has no self-esteem at all.
Casey: Didn't I apologize to him.
Alan (remains busy dressing Casey): I can't believe you've changed, Casey. Yesterday you seemed like a goofy, headstrong kid—a pair of dirty hands, a wayward heart...
Casey (smiling): That's the other side of me, Ellen. This side is still with me... I used to let this ego soar unfettered and free, but now, I've put it in a cage—if I want to restrain myself...
Allen (steps back, looks Kay up and down) West): Look, you're so cute, Kathy! You're so cute...
Casey (feeling funny): You're a liar! I'm not cute, it's just that I'm smart and my brain is flexible...
Alan (sarcastically): Really?
The door was pushed open, and Heathcliff stood there. But Alan and Casey didn't see him.
Cut in, shooting Casey's bedroom from the direction of the doorway, with Heathcliff's head and shoulders in the foreground.
CASEY (speaking openly): My mind makes me appear smarter than I really am...(philosophically) What good is it to be as pretty as Isabella. I thought that every patch on the face should have a thought, and every curl on the head should have lustre and emotion... (Cathy looks in the mirror and catches a glimpse of Heathcliff. She slowly Turns around slowly) Since when, (furious at him) can you come into my room like this? Heathcliff!
Heathcliff (quietly): I want to say a few words to you, (same calmly to Alan) Alan, please go outside.
Ellen: No, I only follow Miss Casey's orders, I don't follow the groom's...
Heathcliff (genuinely): Get out!
Heathcliff glared at Ellen, who gave Kathy a hesitant look. Casey was expressionless. Allen had to get out of the house.
Cut inside and see it from Casey's point of view. Heathcliff turned around after slamming the door.
CASEY (sarcastically) Now it's time to rejoice, it's just the two of us, Heathcliff. Can you tell me why I have such an honor?
Heathcliff (stares at Casey for a moment) Is he coming again?
Casey: Who are you talking about?
Heathcliff: You know who it is, that dumb dude Linton.
CASEY (laughs at his jealousy): You're so unbearable, Heathcliff... so unbearable.
Heathcliff: Why are you wearing such a silk dress?
CASEY (coldly) Because cultured people always dress up for dinner.
Heathcliff (steps forward) Why do you like his ridiculous flattery.
CASEY (challengingly): I'm not a kid anymore! How can you talk to me like that!
Heathcliff: I'm not talking to the kids, I'm talking to Casey. my Casey!
CASEY (smiling coldly): Oh, I'm your Casey!
Heathcliff (with a sullen face): Yes.
CASEY (fired): Then I'm going to follow your orders? Dirty little groom! I'll let you decide what I'm going to wear, and grovel and endure your terrifying temper...
Heathcliff: Kathy, where's your heart?
CASEY (pale): Rough man! As Mr. Linton said, you are a rude, impolite fool.
Heathcliff (grabbing Casey's arm) You scolded me like they did?
CASEY (struggles): You could have been another person. you let me go!
Heathcliff (holds Kathy tyrannically): Yes, yes! You want this dirty little groom to let you go. It was he who soiled your clothes! But who is standing in your heart? Who turned you into such a vain, low, vulgar idiot? It's Linton! You allow him to love you just to satisfy your stupid, greedy vanity!
CASEY (finally breaking free): Shut up! get me out! ...Go where I can never see you again!
Heathcliff (furious): I'll go, this time I'll never come back!
CASEY (hears the sled bell in the distance): That doesn't help either. You were born to be a thief, a servant, or a beggar on the side of the road, begging for alms. You don't have the ability to make money, you just cry and beg with your dirty hands.
Heathcliff: Now in your eyes, I'm just a pair of dirty hands? Well, I'll give you... (he slaps her) Here you go! this is yours! (He slaps her again. Then he turns and walks towards the door. When he reaches the door, he turns back.) But it's no use hitting you!
After saying this, he hurriedly turned around and walked down the stairs. The sleigh bells were getting louder and louder.
Cut into the foyer downstairs. Alan opened the door and Edgar walked in.
Edgar: Good evening, Alan.
Ellen: Good evening, Master Linton.
She took the hat from his hand and helped him take off his coat.
Edgar: Did I come too early?
Cut to the stairs, Heathcliff was coming down.
ALLEN'S VOICE: Master Linton, Miss Casey is coming down soon.
Heathcliff came towards Edgar, his eyes were extremely painful. He raised his palms and stretched them out in front of him, as if these two hands were not his own. He walked silently past Edgar, who stared at his back.
Alan (hurriedly) Please go to the living room, Master Linton.
Cut into the living room. Edgar mused in bewilderment as he walked towards the fireplace. Footsteps came from up the stairs, and the gloomy look on Edgar's face disappeared immediately, he turned to meet Casey cheerfully, first kissed Casey's hand politely, and then did not let go of her fingers, Taking a step back, he looked at her.
Cut into the loft on the stable. Heathcliff climbed up to his lodgings, palms still outstretched--as if they weren't his own. He went to the window and stood down. Snowflakes roll outside the window. Suddenly, as he had done with Casey, he swung his bow from side to side and hit the glass. The glass was shattered and his hands were dripping with blood.
Alan and Joseph in the kitchen. Joseph went to the living room door and listened.
Joseph: No music...no singing...no laughter...just whispers, so low that you can't hear a word.
Ellen: Get away from the door, you
—into the loft on the stable. Heathcliff lay face down on the bed, resting on his bloody hands. From his erratic breathing it was evident that he was not asleep. There was the clatter of horses' hooves on the gravel road. Heathcliff listened attentively to the fading of the hoofs, and immediately got out of bed and went down to the attic.
Cut to the exterior of the stable, Heathcliff walks out of the stable door. He ran towards the house in the snow and into the kitchen. Alan, who was working, looked up and saw Heathcliff come in.
Heathcliff: Linton... is he gone?
Alan (sees his hands) Heathcliff! your hand, what did you do?
Heathcliff (repeating): Is he gone?
Alan grabbed Heathcliff's wrist.
Ellen: What happened to your hand?
Alan watched Heathcliff as if to understand what he was doing. So he ripped a piece of cloth from his apron and bound his hands.
Heathcliff (as if talking to himself): I'm going to lie at her feet... crying and begging her to forgive me--to love her--she's more important than my life--I'm not so much It belongs to me, rather to her...I just want her to smile at me...Whether she is Errington--or someone else, as long as she looks at me--call my name...
Ai Len: Oh! Heathcliff
—Cathy's voice came from the living room.
CASEY'S VOICE (gentlely): Ellen!
Heathcliff involuntarily hid his bandaged hands behind him. Seeing his action, Allen nodded toward a corner of the room in the shadows, Heathcliff walked over, and stood there without a sound. Casey went into the kitchen.
Casey (at door): Ah, here you are! I thought you were asleep.
Ellen: Is he finally gone?
Kathy nodded, thought for a moment, but for a split second, she smiled again.
Casey: Ellen, I have something to tell you.
Alan (glancing worriedly in the direction where Heathcliff is standing): It's not appropriate for you to wear this in the kitchen, go into the living room.
Ellen and Kathy came out of the kitchen.
Casey: You come. Can you keep a secret?
They went into the living room.
Casey: Sit and listen to me, (she pushes Alan down to sit down) Alan, Edgar proposed to me.
Ellen: So what do you say to him?
Casey: I said I'd give him an answer tomorrow.
Cut into Heathcliff in the kitchen. He had been listening to their conversation. At this moment Heathcliff came into the corridor connecting the kitchen and the living room, and then walked towards the living room.
Ellen: Do you love him? Casey.
Casey: Of course.
Alan: Why?
Casey: Why? What a stupid question!
Alan (in the same tone): No, not that stupid. why do you love him?
CASEY (confrontationally): Because he's good-looking and I'm happy with him --
ALLEN: It's not enough.
Casey: Because he's going to be rich later. I can be the best lady in this area.
The silhouette of Heathcliff appeared in the dark hall.
Alan's voice: Well... so, how do you love him?
Casey's Voice: I love the ground beneath his feet, the sky above his head, and everything he touches.
Back to the original scene.
Alan: So what about Heathcliff?
Casey: Oh! Heathcliff. He's not as good as the day - if you marry him you'll lose my identity - if he didn't come back last time -
The candlelight in the room flickered, and there seemed to be a gust of wind blowing. Alan looked uneasily in the direction of the kitchen. Casey was silent for a while.
CASEY (sighs): It would be heaven if I could get out of this mess.
Ellen: Well--if Master Edgar is lovely and rich and has a ball, and if it all feels like heaven to you, then why don't you go to that heaven with the Lintons Where do the angels live together?
Casey put her hands on her chest, frowning in thought.
CASEY (seriously): The obstacle is here, in the depths of this soul—I am not of heaven. Ellen, I had a dream once, I went to heaven, but heaven doesn't seem to be my home... My heart was broken, I cried and wanted to come back to earth, so the angels got angry, they threw me from the sky Down and tossed into the heather on Wuthering Heights... I woke up and cried with joy. (Pauses) That's it. Alan, it's no use marrying Edgar Linton, just like I can't go to heaven... But Alan, Alan! What should I do?
Ellen: You're thinking of Heathcliff!
Casey: Who else? But he got to that point. He seemed willingly so mean, so savage—but—he was more like me than I was. No matter how our soul is made, his is exactly the same as mine. And Linton and I were as incompatible as the frost and the fire. I live for Heathcliff, his pain is my pain, and the little joy he ever had was my joy. Oh! Ellen, even though everything in the world is gone, life is good for me as long as there is Heathcliff! (There is a sound of hooves running on the gravel outside the picture)
Joseph's voice (incoming from outside): Heathcliff, stop!
Alan: He's probably been eavesdropping on our conversation.
CASEY (surprised) Heathcliff? Is he listening to us? (Alan nods) What did he hear us say?
Ellen: I can't stand it either—I think he probably heard you say that marrying him would be degrading.
Casey ran to the kitchen door, opened it and ran out.
The scene suddenly changed to the stable yard.
CASEY (shouting): Heathcliff! Heathcliff!
Joseph (runs towards Casey) Miss Casey, it's no use shouting, Heathcliff rode on the best horse of the young master.
Alan (standing at the door): Miss Kathy, stop standing in the snow, you'll freeze.
CASEY (still shouting with horror): Heathcliff! Heathcliff! Oh Alan, I know he's never coming back.
Ellen: The last time he went out, he came back!
Casey: Not coming back this time...I know, I know him. ... (to Joseph) Which way did he go?
Joseph (pointing forward): Towards the wasteland.
Casey: Get your horses ready—quick!
Alan: Casey, come in, don't stay in Fengxue.
Casey: This fool, he should know that I love him... I love him...
Turn into the wasteland. Looking down from a height, the sky and the earth are chaotic.
Casey's Voice: Heathcliff! Heathcliff!
Among the snowflakes flying in the air, Kathy's figure appeared; her clothes were shattered, her hair was disheveled, and she ran forward with one foot high and one foot low.
Casey: Heathcliff!
Melt into the entrance of the cave in Penniston Rock. Casey stumbled among the rocks. At last she came to the mouth of the cave, where the rain and snow hit the rocks.
Casey: Heathcliff! Heathcliff!
Casey turned and disappeared into the snow. fade out.
Fade in, the foyer of Wuthering Heights, night. Hindley stumbled open the door, and he went home every night full of wine. Alan ran to Hindley with a candle in his hand. She was in tears.
Alan (rushing to his side): Thank goodness you're back, Master Hindley.
HINDLEY (drowsy-eyed): Where's Joseph? I told him that he will sleep when I come back... Does he want me to unload the horse myself? ...the uneducated rascal...
Ellen (holds Hindley tightly): Master Hindley, you've got to go out, Casey— Casey's gone, they're all looking for her, Joseph... and Everyone...
Hindley (drunk): She's gone? Where did it go?
Alan: In the blizzard...for a few hours, Heathcliff escaped, he rode away on a horse, and Casey went after him.
Hindley: Oh, yes. Ah, don't stand here grinning like a fish and bring me a bottle of wine... let's celebrate.
Alan (groaning): Master Hindley, she's going to die in the field...
Hindley (pushing Alan away): Do whatever I tell you to do—she's going to follow that gypsy hooligan, let her go All right. Let her run in the blizzard, go to hell... They're all goods, let them go to hell... Bring me a drink, didn't I tell you just now? ...
Into the wasteland at night, only a white snow field can be seen at first, and then there are five or six lanterns faintly appearing, dotted with stars, as if people are looking for Kathy. I heard Casey's dog barking nearby. A dog ran over and stopped for a while, trying to follow Casey's scent, and then disappeared into the wind and snow. There was a faint cry in the distance.
Shoutout: Casey...Miss Earnshaw! Hello! Hello!
Into, the wasteland of dawn. The wind and snow gradually weakened, and there was a ray of dawn in the east. Looking from the top of the mountain, there is a vast wasteland in front of me—a vast white land. In the foreground appeared Dr. Kenneth and Edgar. The doctor's lantern was extinguished, and Edgar blew out his own.
Kenneth (shakes his head at the moor): I really don't know where to look.
Edgar (faced): We're going to find her, we've got to find her!
Shout out: Hello, hello! here.
There were shouts and barks all over the moor, and the dog caught the scent of the mistress. Dr. Kenneth and Edgar immediately ran up the hill. Another seeker—the Linton housemaid—ran past them. In the background, everyone else is running towards Penniston Rock and the "castle".
Into the Linton family. It was twilight and Edgar and Dr. Kenneth carried Kathy up the steps one after the other. The servant opened the door, and Edgar and Dr. Kenneth entered the front room. Kathy was in a coma, limbs limp, tattered, and dripping from her hair. She was pale, her hands were pale, and she fell into Edgar's arms. As they entered the house, Isabella appeared, in her nightgown and a nightgown.
Kenneth (commanding servant) Quick, get the brandy!
Edgar (to the maid) Light the fire in the east room.
Edgar held Kathy and placed her on the large couch in front of the fireplace in the study.
Kenneth: ...get a few more dry towels, quick!
Isabella: How is she?
Kenneth: It's hard to tell right now, we've got to wake her up first.
Isabella: Where did you find her?
Edgar: She fell down in front of that big rock on the moor, almost dying.
Dr. Kenneth brought a glass of brandy to Casey's lips, poured a few drops into it with difficulty, then turned and put down the glass. The camera zooms in on Casey, who can be seen shouting "Heathcliff" from the wriggling of her lips. fade out.
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fade in, Linton's garden. daytime. Casey, wearing a brightly colored nightgown with a quilt over her legs, leaned back in a chair. Her manner is very moving, and her body is close to recovery. Dr. Kenneth was standing beside her with a medicine box. He had just finished his visit and was telling Isabella and Ellen how to disp
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