 Lux presents Hollywood. The Lux Radio Theatre brings you Ida Lupino and Basil Rathbone in Wuthering Heights. Ladies and gentlemen, your producer, Mr. Cecil B. Jameel. Greetings from Hollywood, ladies and gentlemen. And incidentally, it's good to be back in Hollywood. Like most travelers, I had a wonderful time on my trip across the country. And like all homebodies, I'm glad to be home. Especially glad when there's a play like Wuthering Heights to do with stars like Ida Lupino and Basil Rathbone. For sheer drama and excitement, few stories can equal Wuthering Heights. It's a wild, tempestuous play, stormy as its locale in the bleak English moors. But through all that stormy atmosphere, shines the clear light of one of the world's great love stories. The story of Kathy and Heathcliff. Kathy, the girl of distinguished family who had the world within her reach. And Heathcliff, strong-willed and proud, who had only Kathy. Emily Bronte's powerful story of Wuthering Heights has become an immortal classic. And Samuel Goldman did full justice to it in his fine-motion picture. As Kathy, in our radio production tonight, we present one of the finest young actresses on the screen. Ida Lupino in one of the greatest emotional parts of all time. As Heathcliff, you'll hear one of the screen's finest actors, Basil Rathbone. In a part that only a fine actor should play. Last week when I spoke to you from New York City, I told you how enthusiastically women from coast to coast had referred to both the Lux Radio Theater and the two products behind it. Lux Flakes and Lux Toiletsub. Coming back, I heard the same story and more. I learned that people everywhere regard the Lux Radio Theater as a real American tradition. Just as they consider our two products, Lux Flakes and Lux Toiletsub, important to modern American living. I find that I've become a three-way personality. Some connect me with the Lux Radio Theater, some with pictures, and others. Well, as one charming woman in New York said when my name was mentioned, DeMiro. Oh yes, Lux Toiletsub. That, that endure a magnificent response to northwest-mounted police would warm the cockles of any showman's heart. Now we present the story of Wuthering Heights. A story written a century ago, but as modern as tonight's newspaper. The curtain rises on the first act, starring Ida Lupino as Kathy and Basil Rathbone as Heathcliff. Desolate and lonely are the rolling moorlands of England, where in the winter night the snowdrifts loom like giant specters in the teeth of screaming gales. About 100 years ago, a stranger lost his way on such a night. Freezing, blinded, and stumbling, he saw at last the fitful lights of an old manor house, aged and crumbling on the hillside. He knocked desperately at the door. It was opened by a doddering old butler who stood staring at him. Then without a word, he let the stranger into the musty old living room. There in the dim candlelight, a man and two women sat without moving. The man was tall and dark-skinned like a gypsy. On his face, the stamp of years of bitter suffering. At his feet, a dog growled ominously. At last, the man turned and spoke. Who are you? What do you want? My name's Lockwood. I've lost my way on the moors. Down, Wolf, down. Strangers have no business on the moors at this time of year, and no business here at any time. But I couldn't find the village. A man could die out there on a night like this. I'm afraid I'll have to stay until morning. Do as you please. I beg your pardon. I don't keep accommodations for visitors. You'll have to sleep with one of the servants. He's clipped. You can't. He's our guest. Man, suppose you attend to his comfort. Ellen, show the gentleman to the guest room, please. The guest room, mistress? Yes. There's no other place. Yes, mistress. This way, sir. And I unlock the door. Of course. You don't stumble on the carpet. It's about falling to pieces, I'm afraid. You call this the guest chamber? It was, once. It's a trifle depressing. May I light a fire? No, fire will burn in that grave, sir. The chimney's been clogged for years. Must have been a fine old house once. What's it called? This is Wuthering Heights, sir. And the tall chap downstairs with the piercing eyes. That'll be Master Heathcliff, sir. And the one lovely lady who looked at him with fear. That's his wife, Mr. Isabella. Well, good night, sir. And if you want anything, there's the bell row. My name is Ellen. Thank you, Ellen. Good night. Good night. The window. The catch broke in the wind, sir. Stand back. I'll close it. I think she's lost on the moor. There, a woman crying that she's lost. Then she's coming. Not going out there, Ellen. This is insane. Come back. Close the window, sir. What that man out there? Close the window. My mad? Why did he go out there? What was that voice? You heard him call her name. It was Kathy. Kathy? Who's she? Kathy is a girl who died. I don't believe in ghosts, if that's what you mean. I don't believe in phantoms sobbing in the night. You don't believe. Well, perhaps if I told you her story, you would change your mind about the dead returning. Tell me her story. It all began the time I came to Wuthering Heights as a servant. That was 50 years ago in 1790. The place was different then. A sweet, well-kept estate. Mr. Earnshaw was master, a fine man who dearly loved his two children, Kathy and Hindley. One day, Mr. Earnshaw returned from Liverpool with a foundling boy he had picked up. A dark, savage-looking gypsy lad with the most dreadful marks of beatings on his back. Mr. Earnshaw called for me, the moment he arrived. Give him a good scrubbing, Ellen, and put some of Hindley's clothes on him. Yes, sir. Come with me, lad. Don't touch me. Let me along. Now, son, Ellen won't hurt you. You're safe here. No one will ever beat you again, and you'll always have plenty to eat. Hello, Father. Excuse me, and Kathy. Father, who's that boy? Yes. Who is he, Father? Children. Our little guest will pass a visit for a time, as long as he wants a home here. He's dirty. Look at him. Kathy, don't make me ashamed of you. Hindley, he'll sleep in your room. In my room? I won't let him. He's a dirty gypsy. That will do, Hindley. You must learn to share things. Take charge of the boy, Ellen. And what will his name be, Mr. Earnshaw? His name, I think, will call him Pete. Yes, sir. Kathy, Chris. That dark, brooding boy who never before had known kindness brought a subtle change to life at Wuthering Heights. The three children seemed to play well enough together, going scamping off over the moors on their ponies and climbing the crags together. But neither Kathy nor Hindley were open and frank anymore. And one day the children were open. Your father gave me this pony. It's mine. Give me that pony. Do you hear? Or I'll tell Father you boasted you'd turn us out when he died. That's a lie. I never said that. Of course he didn't. He did. He worms his way into everything Father does for us. He'll cheat us out of everything. You never had a father, you gypsy beggar. You'll never get mine. That'll teach you. Hindley. Serves him right. Gypsy scum. Don't look like that. Why don't you ever cry when you're hurt? Like other people. Why should I cry? I'll pay him back someday. I don't care how long I wait. If I can only pay him back. Please, please. Don't say those things. Come, Heathcliff. Now Hindley's gone. We can have a game at the castle again. I don't feel like playing at the castle. Please. You always smile and laugh when we're there. Come on, Heathcliff. We'll play out here. So Heathcliff, sit here beside me on the stone and we'll look out over the moors. This is our castle. Castle? Just finish some crag and you'll know it. It's not either. This is your castle and your prince in disguise. Tell me about it again. It's all true. Cross my heart. Your father was emperor of China and your mother a queen of India. You were kidnapper with the sailors in Fort England. Don't make fun of me, Kathy. I'm not making fun of you. You're really and truly prince. And I'm your slave. No. You're my queen, Kathy. And you'll always be my queen. I won't let anyone else make a his queen. Do you hear? Yes. And that's the way they grew up. Wild and free, roaming the moors together. And they grew more and more jealous. Kathy was 18 and Hindley passed 21 when Mr. Earnshaw died. Good man, he never saw the evil of life and had raised his peace like his own son. But on the very day of his death... You're not going into that room to look at my father's body. Why? He loved me more than he did you. He's passed your fiddling now. I'm master of watering heights. If you want to stay here, we'd need for a stable boy. A stable boy? That's all get out. What he became, Heathcliff, who had lived under this roof as one of the family, was a stable boy. Give me a hand up to my saddle. Very well. Sir, you gypsy beggar. How many times must I tell you? That's better. By the time I come back in the morning, I want these stables scrubbed. Scrubbed, you understand? If they're not as fresh as all my own drops! Yes, Cathy? Heathcliff, I heard him. How much longer are you going to stand this? I don't know what you mean. Look at you. Dirty and unkempt and in rags. Why aren't you a man? Why don't you run away? Run away? From you? You could come back rich and take me with you. Oh, why aren't you a prince like we said long ago? Why can't you rescue me, Heathcliff? Cathy, come away with me now. Now? But where? Anywhere. You mean, leave as we are? Live in haystacks? Steal our food? Oh, no, Heathcliff. No, that isn't what I want. You just want me to go off alone? Well, that won't do. I've stayed here since your father died, been beaten and cursed like a dog, abused and driven mad, because I could be near you. Unlike a dog, I'll stay to the end. To the end. Did run away. The curses and insults were too much, even for his great love. And so he disappeared. Cathy found a new world in her first introduction at Linton Manor, with Edgar Linton and his sister Isabella, both Cathy's age. Music and laughter were there, shining eyes and dancing, who would escape from weathering heights. Edgar Linton fell madly in love with Cathy, and they were constantly together. And then, I remember so well. One evening Edgar brought Cathy home in the pony cart, as quickly as I could. I tried to horn. My hand up from the cart, Miss Cathy. Home? Oh, Ellen, we had the most marvelous times. Judge Linton had guests from Liverpool. Cathy, come here. Excuse me, Edgar. There's something wrong with me. Please, please, Cathy. When did he come last night? Talk so strange, he really is now. Hello, Cathy. Heathcliff. Heathcliff, you said you'd stay away until... Why have you gone so long? I didn't expect to find you here. Why have you gone so long? Because I've met the Lintons. Because I was at their house. Because I've learned to dance, and had a wonderful, delightful, fascinating time. Are you the stable boy? Would you mind putting my horse up for an hour? Yes. And you might wash your hands and comb your hair, Heathcliff. So I needn't be ashamed of you before a guest. And look after Mr. Linton's horse, please. Let him look after his own horse. First and foremost, how can your brother allow such a beast of a gypsy stable boy to act like this? A beast of a gypsy stable boy. Of course. A roadside beggar giving himself heirs of equality. What do you know about Heathcliff? Judging from this performance, all I need to know. He was my friend long before you. That blackout? Blackout and all. He belongs under our roof. And you'll speak well of him or get out. Kathy, are you out of your senses? Get out, I said. Or stop calling those I love names. Those you love? That stable boy? Yes. Kathy, what possesses you? Do you realize what you're saying? I'm saying I hate you. I hate the look of that milk-white face. I hate the touch of your soft, foolish hands. Some of that gypsy's evil soul has gotten into you, I think. Yes. Some of that biggest dirt is on you. Yes, yes! You'll get out! Get out! Get out! Kathy. Kathy, please. Come back. Miss Kathy. Ellen. Ellen, where is he? Where's Heathcliff? Tell me. He's across. I know. Towards Bennison. Right. Oh, Heathcliff. Heathcliff. You've forgiven me. Oh, say you've forgiven me. It was not your heart that spoke, Kathy. No, my darling. Because my heart is yours. Kathy. The clouds are lowering up a gimmetan head. Yes. Oh, Heathcliff. See how the light is changing. Kathy. You are such a part of all this. Perhaps we belong to the Moors, you and I. Oh, Heathcliff. Make the world stop right here. Make everything stop and stand still and never, never move again. The Moors never change. You and I never change. The Moors and I will never change. Don't you, Kathy? I can't. No matter what I say or do, this is I. Forever. Kathy. Oh, smell the Heather, Heathcliff. Fill my arms with Heather. All they can hold. You're not thinking of that other world now? Don't talk, darling. Don't talk. All this might disappear. Don't worry, please. My hair's not nearly fixed yet. Well, what is the matter? Supposing you're not ready when you're Mr. Linton gets here. Hmph. Any young man who comes sniveling back after the way you treated him... But Alan, I sent my apologies to him. Didn't I? Of course he'll come. Kathy, I can't believe this change in you. Why, just yesterday it seemed you were a stupid harem-scarem child with dirty hands and a willful heart. Oh, that's my other nature, Alan. I still have it. Used to fly around wild. But now I can coax it into a cage whenever I want to. Heathcliff. Since when are you in the habit of entering my room? I want to talk to you. Get out, Alan. I will not. I take orders from this... Get out! Now that we're so happily alone, may I know to what I owe this great honour? He's coming here again. Who? You know who I mean. That stupid fop Linton. You're unbearable. Utterly unbearable. Why you dressed in silk? Because gentle folk dress for dinner. When he's peeling flattery. I'm not a child anymore. You can't talk to me that way. I'm not talking to a child. I'm talking to Kathy. My Kathy. Oh. I'm your Kathy. Yes. And I'm to take orders from you. A dirty, stable boy. Allow you to select what dresses I shall wear and bow humbly to your horrible, wretched temper. Kathy. Where is your heart? You had your chance to be something else. You left here once. Well, why did you stay away? Well, let me alone. That's right. The dirty, stable boy can't come near you unless he saw your dress. But who saws your heart? Who turns you into a cheap, vain, ambitious fool Linton does? Who lets yourself be loved by him because you want to be a fine lady because it pleases your stupid, greedy vanity? Stop it. See, for beggar is all you are born to be. Kneeling beside the road, betting for favours. Not earning them, but whimpering for them with dirty hands. So that's all I am to you now. A pair of dirty hands. Well, have them there. Have them where they belong. How dare you? How dare you? No. It doesn't help to strike you with him. Yes, she is. What does the matter with you? What are you staring at? I want to crawl to her feet. Weep her to be forgiven for loving her, for needing her more than my own life, for belonging to her more than my own soul. I want to beg for a smile. I don't care if she loves me, I don't know whom she loves. If she'll only look at me, say my name. Oh, Heathcliff, you... Ellen, Ellen. She's coming now. Get out, Heathcliff. I'll wait outside the door. No, you can't. I want to be aware of what I can see her, hear her. Oh, Heathcliff. Ellen, where are you? Oh, here you are. Yes, Miss Kathy. Has Mr. Binton gone? He just left. Oh, Ellen. Ellen, I've some wonderful news for you. Kitchen's no place for actresses. Come inside. No, no, Ellen, listen. Edgar has asked me to marry him. And what did you say? I'm to give him my answer tomorrow. Kathy, do you love him? Of course. Why? Well, that's a silly question. Because he's handsome and pleasant to be with. Not enough. Well, then, because he'll be rich someday. And I'll be the finest lady in the county. Oh, would it be heaven to escape from here, Ellen? And what about Heathcliff? Oh, Heathcliff. Ellen, he gets worse every day. It would degrade me to marry him. I wish he'd never come back. Ellen, what was that? I think... Oh, nothing. The wind, perhaps. Oh, well, my darling. If Master Edgar and his beautiful home mean heaven to you, you'd better enter that heaven and take your place among the Linden Angels. The only thing is, Ellen, I wonder if I belong in heaven. I dreamed once I was there. And I broke my heart with bleeding to come back to earth. To the bleak moors. The angels were so angry they flung me back. And I awoke sobbing with joy on top of wallowing heights. I suppose I'd really know more business marrying Edgar Linden than I'd have in heaven. But Ellen, Ellen, what can I do? You're thinking of Heathcliff. Who else? He's spunk so low. He seems to take pleasure in being mean and brutal. And yet, he's more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, he's and mine are the same. Everything he's suffered. I've suffered. The little happiness he's known. I've known too. Everything else in the world died. And only Heathcliff remains. My foot's still before for me. Who was that? Ellen. Yes, Joseph? Heathcliff's taken Master Henry's best horse. He's gone. Gone? Ellen, Ellen, did he hear what I said? Yes, Miss Kathy. How much did he hear? I'm not sure, but I think to where you said it would degrade you to marriage. Oh, no! No! Starring Ida Lupino as Kathy and Basil Rathbone as Heathcliff. On that stormy winter night a century ago, the traveler Lockwood sat in the musty guest room at Wuthering Heights, listening to the story told him by the old servant, Ellen. Outside, the wind swept over the moors, shaking the ancient house to its foundations. The lamp on the mantelpiece flickered, casting eerie shadows. Heathcliff went away. Kathy ran far across the moors after him in the bitter cold, calling his name into the wind. Hours later in the morning, Edgar Linton found her heart broken in her silken bodydress, unconscious on the crag the children used to call the castle after she was ill. The Linton took her to their manor house and I was glad. For Master Hindley had grown unbearable with his drinking. The Linton home was heaven compared to Wuthering Heights, and so day by day the strange influence that Heathcliff had had upon Kathy wore off, and she was happy with Edgar. Why can't you remain here forever, Kathy? Oh, Edgar, you and your sister, you've been too kind to me already. If I can make you happy by just being kind, that should be enough for me. After all, what else can I give you? What else? But you've given me a great deal, Edgar. You've given me your own self, your strength. My strength? You'd understand if you really knew what my life was before. It was like the Moors, endless and desolate. And I was lost in them, calling for... calling for someone in the darkness to save me. And nobody answered. I couldn't see even trace of a part. I was so frightened. So terribly alone. Then suddenly, you were there. You held out your hand and led me back to a way of living I thought I'd lost forever. What you said long ago is true. There was a person that kept me from being myself, or at least what I wanted to be, that kept me from living in heaven. There. Do you understand now? Kathy? Oh, my darling, let me take care of you forever. Let me guard you and love you. Always. Would you? Would you love me? Always? Always, Kathy. Then let's be married, Edgar. Oh, quickly, quickly. What to call it after she became his mistress? The only one who did not seem completely happy was Edgar's sister, Isabella. There were two after the marriage. The three of them sat in the drawing room. Edgar reading. Isabella playing the spinnit. Kathy quietly doing setty point when the door knocker sounded. When I saw who it was, I went back into the drawing room. Yes, Ellen. What's the matter, Miss Kathy? Heathcliff has come back. Tell him I'm not at home, Ellen. I'm not at home. It's Heathcliff. Heathcliff? Well, does he seem the same, Ellen? No, sir. I hardly recognize him. Fine clothes. He seems quite the gentleman. Don't paddle, Ellen. I thought I didn't wish to see him. Nonsense, Kathy. It's been a long time. Bygones must be bygones. Yes, let us see some kind of color. Join in, Ellen. Yes, sir. Edgar. This is a mistake. See, your hands are trembling. The past is dead, dear. Don't hesitate to smile and be nice to him. Because I'll understand it's my wife who loves me to smile. Oh, thank you, Edgar. You always understand. This is Heathcliff. Come in. Hello, Kathy. How are you, Heathcliff? Have you met my sister Isabella? Oh, I'm sorry. How do you do, Miss Minton? We are glad to see a guest, sir. Thank you. Well, Heathcliff, I must say, I've never seen such a complete change in a man. You seem to have prospered. I must have gone to America. I did. We wondered where you went. You must have found at least a gold mine. No. I merely remembered that my father was emperor of China and my mother a queen of India. I beg your pardon. So I claim my inheritance. Kathy will understand. It's an old joke between us. I see. Are staying long in the neighborhood? I'm staying the rest of my life. Really? I have just bought the horses. The cattle and the moors belonging to the estate known as Wuthering Heights. Oh, no. You mean Kathy's brother Hinley sold out? Yes, but he doesn't know it yet. I imagine it will be a shock when Hinley discovers his gambling and liquor debts were paid up for him by his former stable boy. Heathcliff. Heathcliff, you can't have done that. That's as underhanded a piece of work as I've ever heard of. If I had known Hinley was in such financial straits that his holdings were being stolen by a stranger. May I remind you, Mr. Edgar Linton, that I'm not a stranger? I am merely a neighbor. Now I'll say good night. Wait, Heathcliff. I want you to know that we sometimes have friends who come here as guests, Edgar and I. You're welcome to come too, but not with the old scowl on your face and the old bitterness in your heart. Thank you, my old friend Kathy, for the warning. Oh, I just remembered I forgot to congratulate you on your marriage. I've often thought about it, I assure you. May I now express my delight? Good night. Edgar, I think you behaved abundantly. What? And you too, Kathy. What in front of do you mean? You could at least have been civil. You dismissed him as if he'd been a servant. Do you consider him anything else? He's fascinating and distinguishing. Really, Isabella? I hope I misunderstand. No, you don't. We see all too few people, and I, for one, shall be rude if he ever calls again. Oh, Edgar, I greatly dread what the future will bring. Nonsense, darling. I tell you, the past is dead. I'll occupy the master bedroom. Yes, sir. You will stay on, of course. Thank you, sir. Shall I pack Master Hindley's things? No. Just move them out of the master's bedroom. He will remain under this roof. Master Hindley, sir? Yes. He gave me a roof once when I needed it. I take it he is drinking a great deal. Yes, sir. Though Dr. Kenneth has ordered him not to. Give him all that drink he wants. Yes, sir. Oh, a lady's waiting to see us, sir. A lady? From Linton Manors. Oh, why didn't you tell me? In future, announce visitors at once. Miss Linton. Are you disappointed, sir? Not at all. I was passing by and my horse went lame. I see. I just want to tell you that I'm furious with my brother and with Kathy. They received you most shamefully last night. Your brother didn't send you with this apology. Oh, no. In fact, he's forbidden me to... Forbidden you to speak to me. Yes. And Kathy also forbade you? Yes. Then in all the Moulin... You're my only friend? I... I would like to be. Thank you. Miss Linton, I enjoy frankness. You didn't come here to apologize and your horse didn't go lame. What? You came here because you're lonely. Because the house you live in is too happily wedded for an outsider. Because it's no joy to ride the moors alone. Isn't that right? Yes. Then you needn't be lonely anymore, my dear. You think it's strange that I should kiss you? I... I don't know. You hated it? No. I see you like frankness, too. In strange power that he's clipped and held over Kathy, he seemed to hold over Isabella, too. Against her brother's wishes, she came often to weathering hype and she was seen many times with Heathcliff riding across the moor. Then one night there was a party at Linton Manor. Heathcliff had not been invited, but he came as Isabella's guest. He danced every dance with her, but his looks were all for Kathy. Dark, brooding looks, until the guest crew uncomfortable and left before the evening had well begun. Later that night, Kathy went to Isabella's room. May I come in? If you will. You getting ready for bed? Yes. Wasn't it a lovely dance tonight? Though I think you could have been more gracious to my guest. Isabella, may I speak to you for a moment? Well... You behaved disgracefully. In what way, may I ask? It was bad enough asking Heathcliff here without consulting us or preparing us. But to make a spectacle of yourself. To throw yourself at him the way you did. Nobody else would pay attention to him. You refused to dance with him. I had to dance. Every dance has a result. Oh, you fool. You vain little fool. Really, Kathy? I'm going to open your eyes, Isabella. He's using you. Using you to be near me. To smile at me behind your back. To stare at me until our guests fear his murderous gypsy look. To pride around something in my heart that's dead. Well, I shan't let you help him any longer. So that's what you mean. It's you who are vain and foolish, Kathy. Heathcliff's in love with me. It's a lie. It's not a lie. He told me so. He's kissed me. Yes, kissed me. Held me in his arms. Told me he loves me. Isabella, I'm going to your brother. Yes, go to Edgar. Tell him Heathcliff asked me to marry him. And I said yes. You hear? Yes. Isabella, you can't. He's not a man. He's something horrible and dark to live with. I know why you say such things. Because you love him. How dare you say that? You do love him. You're mad with pain and jealousy at the thought of my marrying him. Because you want him to pine for you. Dream of you. Die for you. While you're safe, there's the lovely Mrs. Edgar Linton. You won't have him happy. You want to hurt him. Destroy him. But I want to make him happy. And I will. I will. I won't say I'm not surprised to see you. Does Edgar know? I doubt if he'd approve. Heathcliff, is it true? Is what true? Did you ask Isabella to marry you? Did you? Ha ha. Oh, Heathcliff, you mustn't do this villainous thing. She's never harmed you. No, but you have harmed me. Then punish me. That's what I intend to do. I don't understand. Every moment I hold her in my arms, when I kiss her, when I promise her life and happiness, you'll be punished. You'd marry her. To do that? Yes. To teach you the ways of pain and the hell I'm in. Heathcliff, this is worse than I thought. If there's anything human left in you, don't make me a partner to this crime. It's mad and stupid. If your heart were only stronger than your dull care for the world and its conventions, I'd live silent and content in your shadow, begging for an occasional word or thought as I used to do. But no. You have to destroy me with that weakness you call virtue. But keep me tormented with that cruelty you think so pious. How have I been cruel? You wished to be known as the finest lady in the county. You wanted your luxury and your light. At the same time, you wanted to keep me your despairing lover. Now that I'm returned, had you given me the smile of love, I might have been content. Well, now you needn't think of me as your despairing and foolish lover. You can think of me as Isabella's husband and be glad for my happiness, as I am glad for yours. Curtain rises on the third act of Wuthering Heights. In the crumbling house on Wuthering Heights a hundred years ago, the candle burns low in the dreary guest room. There's no sound but the wind outside and the hushed voice of the old maid servant as she tells her story. It was then that Isabella Ninton came into this house as a bride. Yes, Heathcliff married her out of revenge. The same revenge that made him keep Hindley here, a doddering broken fool slowly drinking himself into the grave. Isabella learned the reason for her marriage to Heathcliff, but she was powerless to do anything. Then one day Dr. Kenneth, an old friend, came to see her. He had come that morning from Linton Manor. I tell you, Isabella Quebec really belongs to Edgar's house. Edgar disowns me, Dr. Kenneth. I know, but he needs you now. Kathy's gravely ill. Really? Didn't you know? It's a matter of days now. Perhaps hours. She can't be dying. Fever, inflammation of the lungs, this intense cold and something else. Something else? Yes. I'd call it the will to die. Kathy dies, I might begin to live. Isabella. Begin to live? In this house with Heathcliff, nothing can live. No, Hindley, nothing but hate. But I think you'll begin to live when Kathy dies. Well, you won't. Hindley, what is it? This house, I can feel the hate within it like a crushing weight. Of course you can. And you, he hates you even more than he does me. He loathes you. Every time you kiss him, his heart breaks with rage that it's not Kathy. Isabella, why don't you do what I've been too weak to do? Kill him. Don't talk to me. Get away. Kill him. Kill him well. There's still time to save your immortal soul. Well, Hindley, remarkable. Heathcliff. Really, Hindley, the first coherent speech I've heard from you in weeks. Heathcliff, please don't. I tried to stop him. Thank you, my dear wife. Your loyalty is touching. Your curses will come home to feed on your own heart. Every agony you've given will return. Laugh now, Heathcliff. There's no laughter in hell. Heathcliff, why do you have him here? I can't breathe with him in this house. Existence would be so much less without my boyhood friend under my roof. Oh, Heathcliff. You poisoned yourself with paying him back what he gave you? Send him away, and love will come to this house. Kiss me, Heathcliff. Tell me you love me. Tell me, darling. Why isn't there the smell of pepper? Oh, Heathcliff, let me come near you, please. You're not black and horrible, as they say. It's just you're full of pain, all twisted inside. I can make you happy, my darling. Let me, please. You never regret letting me try. I'll be your slave. I'll bring life to you. Life and sunshine and freshness. Put your arms around me. Look into my eyes. Your eyes are empty, like Linton's. They aren't empty. If you look deeper, look at me. I'm pretty. I'm a woman. Let your heart see me just once. It's no use. Why did God give me life? Younger and pain, a naked runner and a tormented spear. Mrs. Isabella, Ellen. What do you want here, Ellen? I've come from Linton Manor to speak to Mrs. Isabella. Then you'll do so in front of me. Her brother is asking that she come home for a visit. So, he's lost some of his pride, has he? Well, there's none gone in this house. Please, Mrs. Isabella, he needs you. He needs her? What is this, Ellen? Why does he need her? Let's go with me. Capizu? Yes. Tell me the truth. Yes. She is dying. Dying! Joseph! You're not going, he's missed. Yes, sir. Settle my horse at once. No! She belongs to Edgar! She belongs to me! If he's dying, let her die in his arms. What he belongs! Let her die! Now who speaks of hate? Get out of my way! Oh, please! No! No! Not broken more. The wings of Lucifer beat on the night. The soul of Lucifer wept all alone. Shall I read some more, darling? No, Edgar. Will you open the window? Won't it be too cold? Please. Of course, darling. Oh, I can smell the heather. Edgar, isn't there a soft wind? Isn't the snow almost gone? Yes. Quite gone. Edgar, will you? Will you get me something? Anything you wish, my darling. I don't have the beautiful patch near the castle. Will you get it from Eric Castle on the moors, of course? Bring me some from there, Eric. You're in a fever, dear. There is no castle on the moors. There is. There is. I'm a little healthy on a watering height. You mean Paniston Craggett? Yes. Yes, please go. Why do you call it? Because I was a queen there once. Will you bring me the heather, darling? Yes. If you rest while I'm gone, then sleep. You're so kind. You made me the finest lady in the county. Such lovely clothes. I've always adored that velvet dress the most. Wasn't it a wonderful dress, Eric? Wonderful when you wore it. And you were out again soon, my darling. Come on, please. Get me the heather so I can have it on my pillow. Please sleep, my darling. I'll be back with the flower you want. Where is she? Well, Kathy. She has not been re-disturbed, sir. Master Edgar's gone for the doctor. Get out of my way. Kathy. Kathy. Please, Claire, I'm here. Kathy, my life. How can I bear this? Please, you come before I die. And when you came in my dream, call it me once more. Kathy. I love it so much. See me, darling. Please, Kathy. Don't hurt me. Strong you look, Heathcliff. How many years do you think you'll live on me after? Kathy, you're my life. My soul. Oh, my darling. Don't let me go. If only I could hold you till we were both dead. Please. Please don't speak of death. Will you forget me for the happy when I'm in the earth? Never. Will you say the grave of Captain Earnshaw? I loved her long ago, but it always passed. I could assume forget you as my own life. If you die, Kathy, if you die, there will be no peace for me ever. Poor Heathcliff. I want to die to escape. Why did you betray your heart? Kathy, you killed yourself. My darling, hold it. Just hold it. No, I'm not comfortable. You deserve this. Oh, Heathcliff, don't break my heart. I never broke your heart, Kathy. You broke it. My tears don't love you, Kathy. They blightened damn you. You loved me. What right did you to throw away my love for that poor, fancy thing you felt for him? I found out, Heathcliff. Misery and death and all evil could never have parted us. You did that alone, Kathy. You wandered off like a greedy child to break your own heart and mine. I know. I know, Heathcliff. Forgive me. Oh, Kathy, you wasted hand. Why didn't someone tell me? I forgive you for what you've done. I love you. I love my murderer. Carried me to the window. Let me look at the moors, will you? Once more. Oh, my darling, once more. Yes, yes. Over there is our couple, remember? I'll never forget. I'll be waiting there until you come. I'll be waiting there. Kathy, no. Heathcliff, they're coming. Master Edgar, for heaven's sakes, go in. You are dead, Kathy. May your soul hear this before I go. May you not rest so long as I live on. I kill you. Then haunt me. Be with me always. Take any form you wish. Only don't leave me, but I can't find you. I can't live without my life. I can't live without my soul. And though that was 20 years ago, I can still hear and see that wild hour. With poor Heathcliff holding the dead body of his beloved and trying to tear away the veil of life and death, crying out to Kathy's soul to haunt and torment him until he died. Then the strange hand that gripped my wrist last night, the strange voice that called to me was Kathy, and Heathcliff went to follow her into the storm. It wasn't Kathy herself, but her love. Kathy's love, stronger than time, sobbing for its unlived days. Who's there? It's Dr. Piennes. Open the door. Dr. Piennes, what's the matter? I was just crossing the moor on my way home. Did you see Heathcliff? Yes, I saw him from my carriage. He was wandering through the snow with a woman. A woman, you say? Yes, a young woman, she seems, and as mad as himself. They were walking through the storm with their arms about each other. I shouted at them, but they didn't hear. I started toward them. I was nearly up to them when I was suddenly my horse raided and climbed, and then I found him alone, lying in the snow. Heathcliff was dead. Dead? By the castle, by the penicillin crack. Yes, however did you know. The curtain falls on the timeless love story of Kathy and Heathcliff, and weathering heights fades into the past. But we'll return to the present and bring back Ida Lupino and Basil Rathbone for a hail and farewell. Oh, but not a farewell to the story of weathering heights, Mr. DeMille. I don't think the world will ever let it die. Well said, Ida. To play in it is one of the unforgettable experiences of an actor's life. Geno C.B., I have a wealth to another reason to be grateful for the privilege of being your Heathcliff tonight. Another reason? It strikes me I'm the one you'd be grateful to you. No, C.B. I'm delighted to play a part that isn't all villain for a change. Oh, I'm terrible. I didn't know you felt that way about villains. Mr. Member that, Mr. DeMille. Oh, by the way, I listened in last week and discovered you were in New York. What's the report on Broadway? On Broadway is just as busy as Hollywood, Ida. I had a kind of busman's holiday going to the theater. Well, that may not be a holiday, but it's a very good way to find place for the Lux Radio Theater. And now, before we leave the stage, I'd like to tell the audience just one thing about Lux soap that's from my own experience. Lux soap is the gentlest complexion care I've found anywhere. I've used it ever since I came to Hollywood. I like it better all the time. That enthusiasm for Lux soap must be contagious either. Everywhere I went, I found it had plenty of friends. What about next Monday night, C.B.? Next Monday night, a battle where we're going to present a play that was a great success on the screen. Nothing sacred. And our stars will be Douglas Fairbanks Jr. and Joan Bennett. You'll hear Joan Bennett as a girl who becomes a national heroine overnight. And Douglas Fairbanks Jr. has the reporter who made her famous. Nothing sacred is a romantic comedy with a surprise twist. And behind it all is a warm human story. I know you'll enjoy next Monday night. Oh yes, I saw the picture with Joan Bennett and Douglas Fairbanks Jr. in the cast. I think you'll have a great radio play, Mr. Tameel. I'm certainly going to listen. Good night. Good night.