We're just in time， Joseph.Mr.Hindley's beginning to whine and stutter.
He needs fire in his veins. A little courage with which to face his unhappy
I'll have my gold, I'll have your blood, and hell can have your soul! Laugh
now, Heathcliff. There's no laughter in hell!
All you have to do is to shoot.
They'll thank me for it.The whole world will say I did right in ridding
it of a rotten gypsy beggar!
Yes. They'll say that! Shoot and you'll be master here again. The whole
county will resound with your courage， Hindley. Go on， shoot，you puny chicken
of a man with not enough blood in you to keep your hands steady! You remember
that time you hit me with a rock, Hindley? The times you shamed and flogged
me as your stable boy? You were a coward then， and you are a coward now.
Take him out,Joseph. Find some place for him to sleep.
I'll put him to bed.
Not in the master's room. I'm master here now. Joseph,his pistol.
Oh,I'll hide it.
No! A gentleman must not be deprived of his weapons,Joseph. I prefer that
he has it by him always,as a reminder of his cowardice.