电影《呼啸山庄》的英文剧本

Wuthering Heights script

Call off your ungodly dogs!

Down!

Quiet! Down!

Are you Mr. Heathcliff?

Well, l'm Mr. Lockwood, your new tenant at the Grange.

l'm lost. l--

Can l get a guide from amongst your lads?

No, you cannot. l've only got one, and he's needed here.

Well, then, l'll have to stay till morning.

Do as you please.

Quiet! Down!

Thank you for your hospitality. Could you extend it to a cup of tea?

- Shall l? - You heard him ask for it.

Thank you.

l presume the amiable lady is Mrs. Heathcliff?

Would it be taxing your remarkable hospitality if l sat down?

l hope my hospitality will teach you...

not to make rash journeys on these moors.

As for staying here, l don't keep accommodations for visitors.

You can share a bed with one of the servants.

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

No. A stranger is a stranger.

Guests are so rare in this house that l hardly know how to receive them.

l and my dog.

Joseph, open up one of the upstairs rooms.

Here's a room for thee, sir.

Bridal chamber.

Nobody slept here for years.

lt's a trifle depressing.

- Can you light a fire? - No fire will burn in yonder grate.

Chimbley's all blocked up.

Very well. Thanks.

Good night.

l said good night.

Heathcliff!

Let me in!

l'm lost on the moors!

- lt's Cathy! - Help! Mr. Heathcliff!

There's somebody out!

Oh, Mr. Heathcliff!

There's someone out there. lt's a woman. l heard her calling.

She said her name. Cathy. That was it!

Cathy?

Oh, l must have been dreaming. Forgive me.

Get out of this room. Get out!

Get out, l tell you!

Cathy! Come in!

Cathy, come back to me.

Oh, do come once more.

Oh, my heart's darling!

Cathy. My own--

My--

Where's he going in the storm?

She calls him...

and he follows her out onto the moor.

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

He seized me by the collar and flung me out.

You see, l had a dream.

l thought l heard a voice calling.

l reached out to close the shutter, and something touched me.

Something cold and clinging, like an icy hand.

And then l saw her. A woman.

Then my senses must have become disordered because the falling snow...

shaped itself into what looked like a phantom, but there was nothing.

lt was Cathy.

Who is Cathy?

A girl who died.

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

l don't believe in phantoms sobbing through the night.

- Poor Cathy. - l don't believe life comes back...

once it's died and calls again to the living.

No, l don't.

Maybe if l told you her story, you'd change your mind...

about the dead coming back.

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

that there is a force that brings them back...

if their hearts were wild enough in life.

Tell me her story.

lt began 40 years ago...

when l was young...

in the service of Mr. Earnshaw...

Cathy's father.

Cathy's father.

Wuthering Heights was a lovely place in those days...

full of summertime and youth and happy voices.

One day Mr. Earnshaw was returning from a visit to Liverpool.

- You'll not catch me! - Yes, l will!

Cathy, go wash! l don't want your father to see you in that dress.

You too, Hindley. Hurry up, now.

l don't want to get washed!

Come along! l'll tell your father not to give you the present he's

bringing.

- What's he bringing? - Go along upstairs.

Joseph says his horse is coming over the hill.

Evening, Mr. Earnshaw.

- Hello, Joseph. - Hello, neighbor Earnshaw.

- How are you, Dr. Kenneth? - Back so soon?

What in the world have you got there?

A gift of God.

Although it's as dark as if he came from the devil.

- Quiet, me bonny lad, we're home. - He's a dour-looking individual.

Aye, and with reason. l found him starving in Liverpool...

kicked and bruised and almost dead.

So you kidnapped him.

Not until l spent two pounds trying to find out who its owner was.

But nobody would claim him, so l brought him home.

- Giddap! - Here, here!

Come on, you young imp of Satan. Off with ye.

- Cathy, Hindley! - Welcome home. The children are coming.

Don't look so shocked, Ellen.

He's going to live with us for a while. Give him a good scrubbing...

and put some Christian clothes on him.

Food is what he needs most, Mr. Earnshaw.

He's as thin as a sparrow. Come into the kitchen, child.

Cathy! Hindley!

- Father, what did you bring me? - Hello, Father!

There you are. lt's what you've always wanted.

A riding crop. Be careful how you use it.

- Oh, it's wonderful! - l'm so glad you got back soon.

- lt's wonderful! - Ow! Father, make her stop!

No, children.

This is Hindley's violin.

One of the best in Liverpool.

Here. Fine tone.

And a bow to go with it.

Here you are, Paganini.

Who's that?

- He was hungry as a wolf. - Oh, children.

This is a little gentleman l met in Liverpool who will pay us a visit.

He-- He's dirty.

Oh, no. Don't make me ashamed of you, Cathy.

When he's been scrubbed, show him Hindley's room.

- He'll sleep there. - ln my room?

He can't. l won't let him.

Children, you may as well learn now that you must share what you have...

with others not as fortunate as yourselves.

- Take charge of the lad, Ellen. - Come along, child.

What's your name?

We'll call him Heathcliff.

Heathcliff, l'll race you to the barn. The loser has to be the slave.

Come on!

Faster!

Come on!

Whoa. l won!

You're my slave! You have to do as l say. Water my horse and groom it!

Oh, that's not fair! lt's too real.

- What do you want? - This horse.

- You can't have him. He's mine! - Mine's lame. l'm riding yours.

Give him to me or l'll tell Father you boasted you'd turn me out when he

died!

That's a lie! l never said such a thing.

- He didn't! - You never had a father!

You gypsy beggar! You can't have mine!

Stop that!

- Heathcliff, look out! - Don't come near me!

Let him go! You killed him!

l'm going to tell Father. He'll punish you for this.

You can't go near him till he's well.

- You heard Dr. Kenneth! - Are you hurt badly?

Talk to me.

Why don't you cry? Heathcliff, don't look like that!

How can l pay him back?

l don't care how long l wait...

if l can only pay him back.

Come. Let's pick harebells on Penistone Crag.

You can ride Jane.

Please, milord?

- Oh, Heathcliff. - Whoa, Jane.

- You're so handsome when you smile. - Don't make fun of me.

Don't you know that you're handsome? Do you know what l've told Ellen?

- You're a prince in disguise. - You did?

l

said

your

father

was

the

emperor

of

China

and

your

mother

an

lndian

queen.

lt's true, Heathcliff.

You were kidnapped by wicked sailors and brought to England.

But l'm glad. l've always wanted to know somebody of noble birth.

All the princes l ever read about had castles.

Of course. They captured them. You must capture one too.

There's

a

beautiful

castle

that

lies

waiting

for

your

lance,

Sir

Prince.

You mean Penistone Crag? Aw, that's just a rock.

lf you can't see that's a castle, you'll never be a prince.

Here, take your lance and charge!

See that black knight at the drawbridge? Challenge him!

Charge!

l challenge you to mortal combat, Black Knight!

Heathcliff! You've killed him! You've killed the black knight!

He's earned it for all his wicked deeds.

Oh, it's a wonderful castle.

- Heathcliff, let's never leave it. - Never in our lives!

Let all the world confess, there is not a more beautiful damsel...

than the Princess Catherine of Yorkshire.

But l'm still your slave.

No, Cathy. l now make you my queen.

Whatever happens out there, here you will always be my queen.

How is he, Doctor?

He is at peace.

Send for the vicar, Joseph.

My dear, wild little Cathy.

You may come up and pray beside him now.

You're not wanted up there.

My father is past your wheedling.

Go and help the stable boys harness the horse for the vicar.

Do as you're told. l'm master here now.

And as the children grew up, Hindley was indeed master of Wuthering

Heights.

lt was no longer the happy home of their childhood.

- Joseph, bring me another bottle. - That's the third, Mr. Hindley.

The third or the twenty-third, bring me another.

Wine is a mocker. Strong drink is raging, Master Hindley.

Stop spouting scripture and do as you're told, you croaking old parrot.

Yes, Master Hindley.

Sit down, Cathy, till you're excused from the table.

Joseph, fill Miss Cathy's glass.

Oh, my little sister disapproves of drinking.

Well, l know some people who don't.

Heathcliff, saddle my horse. Be quick about it, you gypsy beggar.

l told you to be quick.

Look at this stable. lt's a pigsty. ls this the way you do your work?

Clean it up. l want this floor cleaned and scrubbed tonight.

Don't stand there showing your teeth. Give me a hand up.

l want your work done when l come back at dawn, do you hear?

Oh, you're hoping l won't come back.

You're hoping l'll fall and break my neck, aren't you?

Aren't you?

Well, come on, Heathcliff.

Heathcliff, where are you going?

Come back!

- Did Joseph see which way you came? - What does it matter?

Nothing's real down there. Our life is here.

Yes, milord.

The clouds are lowering over Gimmerton Head.

See how the light is changing?

lt would be dreadful if Hindley ever found out.

Found out what?

That you talk to me once in a while?

l shouldn't talk to you at all.

Look at you! You get worse every day.

Dirty and unkempt and in rags. Why aren't you a man?

Heathcliff, why don't you run away?

Run away? From you?

You could come back rich and take me away.

Why aren't you my prince like we said long ago?

- Why can't you rescue me? - Come with me now.

- Where? - Anywhere!

And live in haystacks and steal our food from the marketplaces?

No. That's not what l want.

You just want to send me off. That won't do.

l've stayed here and been beaten like a dog.

Abused and cursed and driven mad, but l stayed just to be near you.

Even as a dog! l'll stay till the end. l'll live and l'll die under this

rock.

Do you hear?

Music.

The Lintons are giving a party.

That's what l want. Dancing and singing in a pretty world.

And l'm going to have it.

Come on. Let's go and see. Come on!

lsn't it wonderful?

lsn't she beautiful? That's the kind of dress l'll wear.

You'll have a red velvet coat with silver buckles on your shoes.

Oh, will we ever?

Quick.

- Hold him, Skulker, Flash! - Call off your dogs, you fools!

Stay where you are. There's nothing to be alarmed about.

- Who is it? - l don't know.

Please, back into the ballroom.

- Let me go! - Hold that man.

Hold onto him!

- Who is it Edgar? - Catherine Earnshaw, Father.

- Who's this with her? - Their stable boy.

She's bleeding. Bring hot water, lsabella, and bandages.

- Yes. How badly is she hurt? - Can't tell.

Send Robert to get Dr. Kenneth in the shay. Hurry.

- You'll pay for this! - Hold your tongue, insolent rascal!

- Get out of this house. - l won't go without Cathy.

Father, please, she's in pain.

Go on. Run away.

Bring me back the world.

- Pack this fellow off. - l'm going.

l'm going from here and from this cursed country both.

Throw him out!

But l'll be back in this house one day, Judge Linton. l'll pay you out.

l'll bring this house down in ruins about your heads.

That's my curse on you!

On all of you!

And so Cathy found herself in this new world...

she had so often longed to enter.

After

some

happy

weeks,

Mr.

Edgar

brought her

back

to

Wuthering

Heights.

Welcome home, Miss Cathy! How do you do, Mr. Linton?

Don't stir! l'll get Joseph to carry you.

Carry her? She runs like a little goat.

Ellen, l've been dancing, night after night!

Oh, how beautiful you look! Wherever did you get that beautiful dress?

Mr. Linton's sister lent it to me. lsn't it wonderful?

Edgar, do come in for tea.

As soon as the horses have been seen to.

l'll find someone.

ls he here?

He came back last week with great talk...

of lying in a lake of fire without you-- how he had to see you to live.

He's unbearable. Where could he be, the scoundrel?

Why did you stay so long in that house?

l didn't expect to find you here.

Why did you stay so long?

Why? Because l was having a wonderful time.

A delightful, fascinating, wonderful time...

among human beings.

Go and wash your face and hands, and comb your hair...

so that l needn't be ashamed of you in front of a guest.

What are you doing in this part of the house? Look after Mr. Linton's

horses.

Let him look after his own.

- l've already done so. - Apologize to Mr. Linton at once.

Bring in some tea, please.

- Cathy. - Yes, Edgar?

l cannot understand how your brother can allow that gypsy in the house.

Don't talk about him.

How can you, a gentlewoman, tolerate him under your roof?

A roadside beggar giving himself airs of equality. How can you?

What do you know about Heathcliff?

- All l need or want to know. - He was my friend long before you.

- That blackguard? - Blackguard and all, he belongs here.

Speak well of him or get out!

- Are you out of your senses? - Stop calling those l love names!

Those you love?

Cathy, what possesses you? Do you realize the things you're saying?

l'm saying that l hate you.

l hate the look of your milk-white face.

l hate the touch of your soft, foolish hands.

That gypsy's evil soul has got into you.

- Yes, it's true! - That beggar's dirt is on you!

Yes! Now get out!

My dear.

Leave me alone.

Forgive me, Heathcliff.

Make the world stop right here.

Make everything stop and stand still and never move again.

Make the moors never change and you and l never change.

The moors and l will never change.

- Don't you, Cathy. - l can't.

No matter what l ever do or say, this is me now.

Standing on this hill with you.

This is me forever.

Come.

When you went away, what did you do? Where did you go?

l went to Liverpool.

One night l shipped for America on a brigantine going to New Orleans.

We were held up by the tide, and l lay all night on the deck...

thinking of you and the years and years ahead without you.

l jumped overboard and swam ashore.

l think l'd have died if you hadn't.

You're not thinking of that other world now.

Smell the heather.

Fill my arms with heather. All they can hold.

Come on.

You're still my queen!

And as time went by...

Cathy again was torn between her wild, uncontrollable passion for

Heathcliff...

and the new life she had found at the Grange...

that she could not forget.

l got the soap in my eyes! Where's the towel?

- Oh, it's hot! - No, it's just--

- lt's hot! - Don't do that!

Ellen, haven't you finished yet?

Supposing you're not ready when he gets here. Keep still.

Any young man that will come sniveling back after the way you treated

him...

you can keep waiting forever.

What's wrong with him, sending you perfume? Hasn't he any pride?

l sent my apologies, didn't l?

l can't believe this change in you, Miss Cathy.

Yesterday you were a harum-scarum child with dirty hands and a willful

heart.

Look at you.

Oh, you're lovely, Miss Cathy. Lovely.

That's a very silly lie.

l'm not lovely. What l am is very brilliant.

- l have a wonderful brain. - lndeed?

lt enables me to be superior to myself.

There's nothing to be gained by just looking pretty like lsabella.

Every

beauty

mark

must

conceal

a

thought

and

every

curl

be

full

of

humor...

as well as brilliantine.

as well as brilliantine.

Such prattle. We--

Since when are you in the habit of entering my room, Heathcliff?

l want to talk to you. Go outside, Ellen.

l will not! l take orders from Mistress Catherine, not stable boys.

Go outside.

All right, Ellen.

Now

that

we're

so

happily

alone,

may

l

know

to

what

l

owe

this

great

honor?

- He's coming here again. - You're utterly unbearable.

You didn't think so this morning on the moors.

- Well, my moods change indoors. - ls he coming here?

- Of course not. Please go away. - You're lying!

Why are you dressed up in a silk dress?

Because gentlefolk dress for dinner.

Not you. Why are you trying to win his puling flatteries?

l'm not a child. You can't talk like that to me.

l'm not talking to a child. l'm talking to my Cathy.

- Oh, l'm your Cathy? - Yes!

l'm to take your orders and allow you to select my dresses?

You're not gonna simper in front of him, listening to his silly talk!

l'm not?

Well, l am. lt's more entertaining that listening to a stable boy.

- Don't you talk like that. - l will. Go away.

This

is

my

room,

a

lady's

room,

not

a

room

for

servants

with

dirty

hands.

Let me alone!

Yes.

Tell the dirty stable boy to let go of you.

He soils your pretty dress.

But who soils your heart? Not Heathcliff!

Who turns you into a vain, cheap, worldly fool? Linton does!

You'll never love him, but you'll let yourself be loved to please your

vanity.

Loved by that milksop with buckles on his shoes!

Stop it and get out!

You had your chance to be something else.

But

thief

or

servant

were

all

you

were

born

to

be,

or

beggar

beside

a

road.

Not earning favors, but whimpering for them with your dirty hands!

That's all l've become to you: a pair of dirty hands.

Well, have them then!

Have them where they belong!

lt doesn't help to strike you.

Good evening, Ellen. l hope l'm not too early.

- Miss Cathy will be down in a minute. - Thanks.

lf you'll go into the parlor, l'll tell Miss Cathy you're here.

Half past eight. Unholy hour.

Doesn't he know, young fool, when it's time to go home?

That's Mr. Edgar now.

Go and fetch his horse.

- Take these apples into the larder. - Yea, Lord.

Spare the righteous and smite the ungodly.

Stop your pratter.

- Good night, Joseph. - Good night, sir.

Has he gone?

Your hands! What have you done?

Linton. ls he gone?

What have you done to your hands?

What have you been doing?

l want to crawl to her feet, whimper to be forgiven...

for loving me, for needing her more than my own life...

for belonging to her more than my own soul.

Don't let her see me.

l wondered whether you were still up. l have some news!

The kitchen is no place for that. Come into the parlor.

Come here. Sit down. Listen!

Can you keep a secret? Edgar's asked me to marry him.

- What did you tell him? - That l'd give him my answer tomorrow.

Do you love him, Miss Cathy?

- Yes! Of course. - Why?

Why? That's a silly question, isn't it?

No, not so silly. Why do you love him?

He's handsome and pleasant to be with.

- That's not enough. - Because he'll be rich someday.

l'll be the finest lady in the county.

Now tell me how you love him.

l love the ground under his feet, the air above his head...

and everything he touches.

What about Heathcliff?

Oh, Heathcliff. He gets worse every day.

lt would degrade me to marry him.

l wish he hadn't come back.

lt would be heaven to escape from this disorderly, comfortless place.

Well, if Master Edgar and his charms and money...

Well, if Master Edgar and his charms and money...

and parties mean heaven to you...

what's to keep you from taking your place among the Linton angels?

l don't think l belong in heaven.

l dreamt once l was there.

l dreamt l went to heaven, and it didn't seem to be my home.

l broke my heart with weeping to come back to earth.

The

angels

were

so

angry,

they

flung

me

out

in

the

middle

of

the

heath...

on top of Wuthering Heights.

l woke up sobbing with joy.

That's it, Ellen!

l have no more business marrying Edgar than l have of being in heaven.

But Ellen, what can l do?

You're thinking of Heathcliff.

Who else?

He's sunk so low. He seems to take pleasure in being brutal.

And yet...

he's more myself than l am.

Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.

Linton's is as different as frost from fire.

My one thought in living is Heathcliff.

l am Heathcliff.

Everything he's suffered, l've suffered.

The little happiness he's ever known, l've had too.

lf everything died and Heathcliff remained...

life would still be full for me.

Hey, Heathcliff! Where's thee going?

Heathcliff! Come back!

He must have been listening.

- Listening to us? - Yes.

Where?

How much did he hear?

l'm not sure, but l think...

to where you said it would degrade you to marry him.

There's no use in calling. He's run away on master's best horse.

Come out of this storm! You'll catch your death of cold!

- He won't come back! - Last time he did!

This time he won't. l know him.

- Which way did he go, Joseph? - Yonder. Right on west moor.

- Come in! You must come in. - The fool.

He should have known l love him. l love him!

Heathcliff, come back!

- Thank heaven you've come home! - l told Joseph to stay awake!

- Do l unsaddle my own horse? - You've got to go out again!

Miss Cathy's gone! They're looking for her-- Joseph, everybody!

- Gone where? - Out in the storm, hours ago.

Heathcliff ran away. He took a horse, and she went running after him.

- Oh, she did? - Yes.

Don't stand there with your mouth open. Fetch me a bottle and we'll

celebrate.

Master Hindley, she'll die on the moors.

- You've got to help. - Do as l tell you!

lf she's gone off with that gypsy scum, let her run.

Let her run through storm and hell. They're birds of a feather.

The devil can take them both. Get me a bottle.

- Take her into the library. - Get a fire in the east room.

And some brandy.

Turn this around to the fire.

- The brandy, Miss lsabella. - Get some dry towels. Quickly.

- Where was she? - The rocks on Penistone Crag...

the life almost out of her.

Twenty drops in a glass of claret, well warmed.

Then add a lump of sugar. There's nothing else l can tell you...

except keep her in the sun and give her plenty of cream and butter.

ln another month you'll be feeling like new.

- Good-bye, dear. - Good-bye, Dr. Kenneth.

She'll be going home soon, Doctor.

What's needed is peace and orderliness in her life.

That's not to be found at Wuthering Heights.

- Has she mentioned him at all? - Not since the delirium passed.

Sometimes fever can heal as well as destroy.

l made some inquiries in the village of the people who knew him.

- What did you hear? - No sign nor hint of Heathcliff.

- He's disappeared into thin air. - Heaven hope.

''... days and yon pursuits.''

- Hello, Edgar. - lsabella. How's our invalid?

- Much better l think. - Let me have a look at her.

Where have you been all day? l've missed you.

Oh, this time of year every tenant has something to complain about.

l've been arguing with old Swithin...

whether we'd build him a new pigsty.

Yes?

He decided we should.

l saw Hindley in the village this afternoon.

He wanted to know when you'll be coming home.

l wasn't very truthful. l told him Dr. Kenneth said it would be months.

Give me that. lt's time for her medicine.

What did Dr. Kenneth say?

Twenty lumps of sugar in a glass-- No. l'll go and ask Ellen.

Yes. Go and ask Ellen.

She's such a darling. But you've all been so nice to me.

That's all l think about, how nice you are to me.

But still, l can't stay here forever.

Why not, Cathy...

if l can make you happy?

You have made me happy, Edgar.

You've given me so much of your own self, your strength.

Darling, let me take care of you forever.

Let me guard you and love you always.

Would you love me always?

Yes.

lt's so easy to love you.

Because l'm no longer wild and blackhearted and full of gypsy ways?

- No. l-- - Of course you were right, Edgar.

What you said long ago was true.

There was a strange curse on me.

Something that kept me from being myself.

Or at least from being what l wanted to be--

living in heaven.

How sweet you are.

l've never kissed you.

No one will ever kiss me again but you.