Washing

Cathy: Let go.

Heathcliff: No.

Cathy: Give me the jacket! You ungrateful little...

Church

Priest: I will take you from among the heathen and gather you out of all countries and will bring you into your own land. Then will I sprinkle clean water upon you an ye shall be clean. From all your filthiness and all your idols will I cleanse you. (To Mr Earnshaw)And what will be 'is name?

Mr Earnshaw: Heathcliff.

Priest: Heathcliff, do you reject satan? Come on. Don’t struggle now. Be still!

Mr Earnshaw: Heathcliff! Heathcliff!

Cathy Cathy! Cathy!

Cathy: He’s gone!