 Master Hindley, you're to send for the vicar. He's dead. He's dead. Cathy. My dear, wild little Cathy. Don't cry, Cathy. Come, I'll take you to him. Not you, Heathcliff. You're not wanted up there. Hindley. He'll go to the stable where he belongs. But I only meant... You'll do as you're told. I'm master here now.