:05:08
-Wake up. Your father's home.
-Dear Father, l was asleep.
:05:12
-Father, did you get my fiddle?
-Let me be a minute. Hold on.
:05:16
l feel as lf l've been torn to pieces.
:05:19
-Did you get my fiddle?
-Did you get the whip?
:05:21
-Patience.
-Did you get it?
:05:23
Patience. Let him get his breath.
:05:25
You'll see everything soon enough.
:05:27
Two whole days l took coming here.
:05:30
The roads were that bad.
:05:33
Now this isn't exactly
what you've been expecting...
:05:37
...but let's say it's a gift from God.
:05:53
He looks more like a gift from the devil.
:05:56
-l'll not have gypsies in my house.
-He's not a gypsy.
:05:59
l don't care what it is, you get shot of it.
:06:01
-What? And let him starve?
-Why not?
:06:05
Plenty more do.
:06:09
What's so special about him
that makes you so fine and tender?
:06:14
Nothing. Except l found him in Liverpool...
:06:18
-...without a soul to--
-And no doubt found more besides.
:06:22
There's no need to drag your doings here.
:06:25
-You're too clever for me by half.
-And you're not clever enough.
:06:30
-What will you do? Make him work?
-Aye, but no more than others.
:06:34
We lost a son, didn't we?
:06:36
Well, thanks be to God, we have another.
He can be a brother to them.
:06:42
l've no doubt he is already.
:06:46
All right, get the lad washed and cleaned.
:06:49
Take him to sleep with the others.
:06:52
-What's his name?
-His name?
:06:57
Call him Heathcliff, after our first son.