[music playing]
Livable up to fifth.
Then, she gets the wobbles something chronic.
- All the way down? - Around the box.
Back bracket just doesn't let the vibrations in the red.
It's not strong enough.
Trouble with these cars is people will drive them.
Try a strap, Dick.
Make it pretty.
One pretty strapped.
I didn't really want to write up a whole new system.
And I don't really want to fit one, quite frankly.
It's six o-bloody-clock now.
- It's not. - It is.
It's 18:04. - Oh my god.
Where are my keys?
What's the problem?
Well, I got to be at the school, haven't I?
I'm going to be late.
Disaster.
Never mind.
Have a crack at it, Dick.
If it doesn't, take at least we tried, eh?
Right.
Oh, for god's sake [inaudible]..
Make him foreman.
He thinks he's a bloody [inaudible]..
Get on with it, you lazy bugger.
[inaudible] was the weak link in the '60's, people
forever bringing back the [inaudible] moaning like hell.
You know what my father used to do?
He'd stuff a pair of silk nickers down the gearbox.
Never failed, smoothest change on the road.
Ladies' knickers?
Ladies' knickers.
[sirens]
Oh, my [inaudible].
[inaudible].
Where are they going?
[sirens blaring]
Stay there.
All right, it's all right.
This is the boss.
We've lost seven cars.
Anybody hurt?
Well, Dink a bit shaken.
The weld on that [inaudible] caused a fuel leak,
went up in his face.
- Oh, my god. - But it's all right.
He's all right.
He's lucky it was just a flash.
Dink?
He said he could smell petrol.
Well, I couldn't smell it.
Jesus Christ.
[inaudible]
I couldn't smell it.
Relax, man.
It's all taken care of.
Sorry about the mess, Mr. D.
How do you feel, Dink?
Oh, a bit of brain damage, nothing serious.
[music playing]
[inaudible] that's it really.
[chattering]
All right, I just want to say [inaudible]..
Quiet, please!
Be quiet!
I just want to say one thing.
I don't blame anybody for this except myself,
and I'm not going to sack anybody because of it.
Yes, I'm going to have to lay a few of you
off for a short while, but I want
you to know this is a strictly temporary arrangement
and enforced only until the insurance is sorted
and we are fit to operate again as normal.
Also, you know--
I hope you know that I would not be
doing this if there was anything else I
could possibly do instead.
Right.
Anyone want to say anything here?
Yes, me.
We've had a rough ride before, and we'll have one again.
And just because we've had a bit of a bonfire
doesn't mean it's the end of the road.
Amen.
[chatter resumes]
Need a coat of paint, this one.
God forgive me.
I thought you put it rather well.
I'm not following this conversation.
I lied.
He lied.
There's nothing temporary about any of this.
Will somebody explain, please?
It's the end of the road, Pen.
We got there six months ago.
You'll have to translate.
GAVIN NICHOLS: The company is effectively bust.
We function entirely on overdraft, the limits of which
we transgressed some time ago.
Douglas Motors is what?
What are we?
Anathema to sensible investment.
That's us.
Says who?
Bank manager.
So what's the lie?
Those men I laid off, I can't see I'll
ever be able to take them back.
It's funny really.
Can't afford to employ them, can't make
the cars properly without them.
Hm, that's neat, isn't it?
I've never lied to them before.
They've never been lied to, ever.
So we're ruined?
Gavin.
Perhaps you should just see if your father's all right.
Could we mortgage the house?
No, I think two mortgages are probably enough.
PENNY NICHOLS: I keep making suggestions.
He's not listening.
He's just switched off.
I haven't switched off, Penny.
It's just that everything you can think of I have thought of
and tried several times already.
All right.
You don't have to snap.
Look, I'm not.
Oh, for heaven's sake.
Well, what are you going to do?
Sell, I expect.
Then die.
Not necessarily.
But I will--
I will go down fighting.
It's time to take the weapons from the wall.
We're talking about last resorts here really, aren't we?
I've got one.
Oh?
There's a bloke I used to box with a few years
back, works in the city as some kind of business analysts.
No, Gavin.
Penny doesn't like him because he once made a pass at here.
He did not.
GAVIN NICHOLS: All right, because he
once didn't make a pass at her.
Who knows, but I think he's worth a try.
What's his name?
GAVIN NICHOLS: Stephen Crane.
He's probably too busy even to talk to us.
STEPHEN CRANE: Turn it off.
It's the sun.
[groans]
Good sleep?
I don't believe I've been to sleep.
Oh, dear.
At all.
How awful for you?
For at least three months.
Three months, nine days.
I was reading my diary.
Is that right?
Mm-hm.
Getting bored with me?
When am I going to be late for work?
Half an hour ago.
Not really worth going in then, is it?
Not really.
[honks]
[metal scrapes]
Hey, hey, hey!
[sighs]
STEPHEN CRANE: What's your problem apart from the obvious?
Jimmy Blake, first bloody thing and all.
But he's such a nice person.
He's a bastard.
Oh, I can't face him.
Yes, you can.
I'll hold your hand.
Where's your report?
In here.
What's my bloody combination?
Stephen.
You recognize my touch?
Everyone's gone in, I'm afraid.
Show's started.
Oh, god.
You're very late.
We are also the main feature, so no worries.
[knocking]
Come.
Pearls before swine.
So?
Thank you, Markus.
That was jolly interesting.
An astute purchase, as I see it.
So you do.
Mm, so you do.
So is that the green light then, Jimmy?
No.
Piers, tell us about Nesmith Recreation.
Nesmith Recreation, PLC, small-time tax-losing
toy of Lord Nicky Nesmith.
Piers sleeps with Jimmy.
Is that a fact?
No, that's a lie.
I wanted to make you feel better.
[laughing]
My dears, do share your amusement.
Sorry, Jimmy, but frankly, Nesmith is a dog.
Rather brutish analysis, Stephen.
Business is up, certainly, however, my little man
at Inland Revenue tells me they've had Nicky's number now
for 18 months.
Buy Nesmith, Jimmy, you'll wind up paying his tax bill.
And we're talking the wrong end of six figures here.
Not my project, of course, just thought
it was worth mentioning.
There is a contingency.
We don't have to condemn the purchase because of it.
Yes, thank you, Piers.
Stephen, enlighten us on the subject of Telbec Trust.
Telbec?
You'll love it.
Hey, thanks.
It's just like I'm a waste of space.
I might as well-- - Remember--
--throw the report straight out the bloody window.
Crane's Law, rule number one-- never let them get to you.
If you do, you have to get them back.
Then you tend to lose your job, which
is something you can't afford to do
because you owe me 22,000 quid.
And if I don't see some of it soon, you're going to wake up
and a horses head making a mess of your duvet,
know what I mean?
So, cheer up-- happy, happy, happy.
Oh, yeah but, Stephen--
Listen, some you win, some you lose.
But I've never seen you lose.
Telbec, straight off--
hey, your promotion, is it official or what?
Or what-- nothing in print.
Markus, Jimmy would like to see you.
Oh, Christ.
Jimmy'll probably like to see you in a frock.
It's the way to get on.
But so what now?
You're going to get a small bollocking
for talking in class.
Relax, just be sensible.
I'll wear a condom.
Also, rule number one--
it's not who you do, it's who knows you're doing it.
I'll bear it in mind.
There's a bloke looking for you, by the way, downstairs.
PENNY NICHOLS: Half a million quid?
It isn't sweetie money, Gavin.
You used to tell me it grew on trees here.
It does, but the people are you
aren't allowed in the orchard.
Banks are banks, Gav.
They just won't spend into a loser.
Who owns the company?
Shares-- 30% sunk without trace on the USM.
70% held by the family.
i.e Robert Douglas?
And the two daughters and 20%, well,
technically belongs to Jamie.
Because Robert thinks that it's the displeasure
of the gods firing someone.
The fact is the company's been going elegantly to hell
ever since his father died.
This is unadulterated emotional blackmail.
And I apologize Stephen, but you're friend, see.
And I don't know what else to do.
I'd have to come and look around.
Whenever's convenient for you, and if you like--
You're also calling in an old debt here, aren't you?
Let's be frank about this.
There is an element of that, yeah.
OK.
One thing I don't understand.
What?
Who's Jamie.
Robert's son.
He disappeared that two years ago.
No.
STEPHEN CRANE: What do you mean disappeared?
GAVIN NICHOLS: Well, it's a long story,
but, basically, he just shoved off the night his mother died.
Haven't heard a peep from him since.
All right?
Yes, [inaudible].
All elemental checks that should be made by the police
before calling.
It really isn't necessary to keep asking--
No, no, it's what I ask them to do.
There's no reason why the body, if there is a body,
should turn up at this particular institution.
I do think you're wasting your time.
It's my time.
Of course.
Where are you?
Here.
You're not.
What's the matter?
I can't afford to waste a day pouncing about in sticks,
pretending to be interested in cars.
There's a lot of action at work.
You've going to get your face six
inches in front of Blake's nose or he forgets who you are--
pretends to forget.
[knock at the door]
You'll burn yourself out.
Hey, rule number one-- live fast, die young,
have good looking corpse.
[laughs]
Jo.
Markus.
I'm sorry, but I think I'm about to be sick.
Right, let's go find a good place to do that then.
Daddy.
I was calling.
Oh, sorry, love.
I thought I heard somebody up here.
Markus, over here, concentrate--
why are you so drunk?
Because I've been drinking.
Yes.
Where have you been drinking?
We'll try that, shall we?
Open.
Do you know where you are now?
I'm up Booger's Creek without a bloody paddle.
I'm redundant, me.
The bastards made me redundant.
You know what he said?
"Dear heart-- dear heart--"
Dear heart--
There's two things I've got to tell you.
The first thing is that I'm redundant.
The second thing--
Stephen, [inaudible] your money.
Forget it.
I just don't know how I'm going to be on able to pay you.
Don't worry about it.
I'll have [inaudible].
He's only given it to bloody Piers, hasn't he?
-
Gave what to Piers?
A promotion-- your promotion.
That's the second thing.
Are you going to be sick?
Nuh-uh, I haven't got the energy.
Don't touch me.
I wanted to make it better.
I'll make it better.
[phone ringing]
[whistle]
Hello,
[knocks on window]
Yes, I know I said yesterday, but you
may have heard we're experiencing
a few problems at--
Still ain't pass your test then, Penn?
Hello, Stephen.
And you're still very beautiful.
You haven't changed.
You certainly haven't.
Morning.
BANK MANAGERS: Good morning.
Bank managers.
Oh, is that what they look like?
After shaking hands with them, count your fingers.
Daddy.
Yeah?
Mr. Poyser's here.
ROBERT DOUGLAS: Oh, that man.
If he had a slightly higher IQ, he'd be a plant.
This is Eric Bailey who is replacing me as manager.
ERIC BAILEY: How do you do?
I hope 12:00 is still convenient for you,
Mr. Douglas.
Oh, yes.
Yes, yes, of course.
So, how much would one of these set you back nowadays?
[inaudible] of this type like this one, 16 grand.
Where I come from, you could buy a house for that.
But you can't run around with your arm
hanging out ass, can you?
It's a good business.
No, it isn't.
Sorry, Stephen, I need to borrow my husband a minute--
something's come up.
Right.
Well, Alfred here is production manager.
He'll give you the tour, tell you what you need to know.
Catch up with you [inaudible]. - What's the matter?
It isn't always like this.
How disappointing.
The prototype of the Douglas leather that we received today
was designed, built, and raised by Sir John Douglas
personally in 1931.
This is the gear-cutting machine.
And there's a lathe.
Oh, I-- I must show you this.
A Banker drilling machine--
10 years older than me and still in perfect working order.
If your money is spent here, it would
be money well spent worthwhile investment you'd see.
Oh, yes.
Of course, we had a lot trouble in name
the pigeons in the old days.
Oh, dear, they used to roost up there
and drop all over the place with they're droppings.
So, stuck that stuffed cat up there, see?
Perfect.
Haven't had any problem since.
Nobody's demeaning the quality of the product.
The car isn't the problem.
It's the management.
It's the management, the marketing, the capitalization.
You simply don't have the backup to sell profitably a vehicle
that's so expensive to make.
If I may speak frankly, Robert, you're a managing director,
but you behave like a mechanic.
I am a mechanic.
We make cars.
Yes, but we don't make money, do we?
Look, there are Leopards on the road which my father
made when he was my son's age.
Robert, it's not a quest--
Now, just listen to me.
These cars are anything up to 60 years old
and their owners use them every day.
I don't know how--
They are able to do so because nobody at Douglas Motors
at any level has ever compromised
on the quality of materials, craftsmanship,
or ambition for the mark.
Now, I know I could bang out pre-assembled engines in half
the time for half the cost.
So why don't you?
Was he listening to me?
Because I choose not to as a matter of principle.
Principles are a luxury you can no longer afford,
quite frankly.
Look we-- we have experienced a small
misfortune with this accident.
Mr. Douglas, this company's misfortune is neither small
nor is it accidental.
I have recently been approached
by a Japanese buyer, a new client whose name is Yamauchi.
He's very keen and there's every possibility
of a major contract.
Oh, well, that is good news.
Without the bank's continued support,
I shall be unable either to repair the fire
damage or re-engage the necessary staff
to fulfill such a contract.
Could we be specific about Mr. Yamauchi's requirements?
I shall discover them specifically when
I meet the gentleman next week.
I see.
I don't wish to bore you with the adjustment in lending
policy at [inaudible],, but I'm afraid that
unless you can demonstrate radical
new management initiatives--
50 cars-- the figure of 50 cars was mentioned.
Principally, along the lines of
further substantial rationalization of employees,
I do not think--
Please, please.
Now, through here.
Mind your feet, accounting.
Of course, this isn't all of it, see.
We lost everything prior to 1940 with the bombing.
Mind you, that's going back a bit.
What's this?
The future of Douglas Motors?
[laughs]
No, that's Little Richard.
It looks like a spaceship.
Thank you, Mr. Duxbury.
You've been jolly helpful.
It's not in your interest, Mr. Douglas,
to insult my profession.
I'm not insulting your profession.
I'm insulting you.
Am I supposed to be impressed by that?
No, I think it probably went over your head.
Fancy a quick one, Mr. [inaudible]??
So, we can take it negotiations are proceeding well.
Winning?
Nobody's winning.
Some of us are losing faster than others.
That's all.
Crane's law, rule number one-- never say die.
Unless, of course, you're already dead,
but people are too polite to point it out.
I think you're Stephen Crane.
So do I.
Making sports cars is no occupation
for an adult person, Mr. Crane.
Agreed.
Money, money, money--
I'll be carried to the barbecue in a long box
before I make any money.
Commonly, I need a week to understand a business.
A couple of hours here is enough, aye?
Now, you're going to say, aren't you, something like this--
I can tell it to you the hard way or the hard way.
Come on, Mr. Crane, on the chin, why not?
You don't make enough cars.
You sell them at the wrong price to the wrong sort of customer.
You're too local, too old fashioned, to ready to waive
costs for regulars.
And you don't pay your boys enough for the work they do.
Agreed.
The sort of individual prepared
to bail you out of this situation
is called a complete dickhead.
No, no, please, say what you mean.
Fortunately, the world is full of them.
[music playing]
Boo!
Pardon?
You're no fun at all. Go on, get in.
So what's a dump like you doing
in a beautiful place like this?
I've had Markus on the phone.
It was awful.
He just cried and cried.
I just didn't know what to say.
Well, what you expect me to do about it?
I'm up to here with Gavin bloody Nichols and his dinky toys.
I thought Markus was your best friend.
Everybody's my best friend when they run out of money, Jo.
Let's face it-- Jesus.
Listen to me.
It's OK.
No, it's not OK.
He is my best friend.
I'll find him a job somehow.
God knows how, but I'll try to sort that.
It's the money.
What do mean?
I lent Markus ages ago.
Yes, I know.
Well, I can't ask for it back now the stupid toss has gone
and got himself sacked, can I?
You are nice man.
I'm a bloody Saint.
I've still got to pay for this.
I can't afford to write off 25 grand being nice.
22.
Interest.
My halo's slipping.
Come here.
[inaudible].
[giggling]
Come on.
Come on, [inaudible].
Just about to start.
I'm being threatened with bankruptcy
and missing "Blind Date" all in one week
is more than a man could stand.
What?
VOICE (ON TV): Ladies and gentleman, Blind Date!
About the money, I might be able to help.
What?
Go through daddy's handbag?
In a way?
What kind of way?
I don't know.
Tell me.
Well, it's just--
I don't know.
No, it's too dangerous.
I'm sorry.
Jo!
There's a naked woman in the corridor.
What?
[screams] [door slams]
Cra--
[knocking on door]
What kind of way?
So, what kind of an animal is Stephen Crane?
He's rather like one of those things on Tom's videos
that won't lie down when you shoot it.
Time's getting short, Penn.
Do you really suppose he can get us the money?
He's certainly very persuasive.
Stephen!
STEPHEN CRANE: You know you want to tell me.
- Bastard. - Sorry, I missed that.
JOANNA FRANKLYN: All right, all right.
(WHISPERING) Bastard.
But I can't tell you till tomorrow--
[screams]
No, please!
Tomorrow, I promise-- I promise.
[screams]
If you ever--
OK, OK, I'm sorry--
--do that again, I will shave your entire
body when you're asleep, fair?
Fair-- shit!
OK, think of a number, big bum.
37.
Double it.
74
74,000 director's salary--
nice one, very tasty.
And another--
139.
Minus your age.
Can't do minus.
112, spot on.
Number of cars on order What a fabulous investment
opportunity this is.
What's this?
A game?
That kind of thing is called killing
three birds with one stone.
Gavin and the Dinkys get bailed out.
Blake gets peed upon from a great height.
And Crane gets a happy little face.
You are insane.
Insane-- six letters, double it.
12 million profit last year--
before or after tax?
After.
Golly, didn't they do well?
You're coming to bed now?
Yeah.
Sorry, I was-- you know today.
Doesn't matter.
You've got a lot on your mind.
It was probably my fault for making a scene.
That's a busy day tomorrow.
Let's turn in.
Not yet, I don't feel very sleepy
[music playing]
[phone ringing]
STEPHEN CRANE (ON THE PHONE): Good morning, Madam.
Guess what time it is today?
It's tomorrow and you're still in bed?
What time is it?
Time to tell me what's in daddy's handbag.
JOANNA FRANKLYN (ON THE PHONE): Transferred to your holdings.
Did I ever tell you what a beautiful woman you are?
Stephen, listen, I've got to check that's still the case.
He says he's fit to take over for Friday week.
Plenty of space.
By now, we're laughing.
They can't touch us.
JOANNA FRANKLYN (ON THE PHONE): But I've got to check, OK.
OK.
Don't buy anything until I tell you it's safe.
Did you hear what I said?
What's the matter?
Don't you trust me?
[chattering]
Time to go shopping again with your Uncle Stephen.
Let me get my [inaudible].
Trans Frontier-- put me on for 20K.
[beeper ringing]
What's this drivel?
From the man who bought you Loughlin PLC,
[inaudible] Partners, Telbec Trust, The Douglas Motor
Manufacturing Company LTD--
peaches and cream.
What you up to dickering about [inaudible] when
you should have been working.?
I was working.
I don't wish to appear churlish, Stephen.
But I do feel a bit of a churl coming on.
The words "small cash injection," a
scarcely competent to describe an investment
of 492,000 pounds.
I didn't say anything.
You rarely do.
Why are you smirking?
Because you're always so bloody
grumpy when you're about to make a lot of money.
It eases my conscience.
Moreover, I'm not as yet persuaded
by this tawdry document.
How did you arrive at this figure?
I asked my girlfriend to think of the first number that
came into her head then subtracted her age.
Don't be cheeky, poppet.
Morning, Jo.
Junk, junk, boring--
I knew that already.
Junk-- so, what's new?
Trans Frontier's been brought forward.
Oh?
When to?
Tomorrow, which is good news.
This stuff's been clogging up my desk for week.
Seven double five, please.
STEPHEN CRANE: Also, there's the new car.
I've seen it-- full specification
blueprint on the wall.
Pretty?
I don't know how to describe it.
It's like a spaceship.
Any other thoughts?
I promoted Piers.
Was I supposed to look surprised?
Your turn next time.
Something a little more substantial, perhaps.
That would be nice.
It beats me why I allow myself to be advised by you.
You're such a devious little oik.
May I use your telephone?
No, use your own.
Gavin, make me laugh.
Stephen Crane just rang and invited himself to dinner.
[laughs]
Oh, did he?
Not tonight.
Sorry, Robert, Penny's already given me a roasting--
But Victoria's coming up.
I know, I completely forgot, sorry.
Oh, well, never mind.
We'll make a space for him.
Did he, um-- did he say--
Nope.
No indication?
No mention at all, I'm afraid.
Going to be an interesting evening.
[inaudible] number five, please.
Hello, is Stephen Crane around at all?
It's me again, Jo, First Tokyo writer.
Would you mind?
It is rather urgent.
If you could put it somewhere he'll see it.
Thanks very much.
Poor little Stephen Crane appears.
PIERS GARFIELD-WARD: In what respect?
A little toad so desperate to lick up
to me after his professional disappointment.
He's gone to enormous pains to bring
me something quite delicious.
PIERS GARFIELD-WARD: How nice.
Tantalize and confound, my dear.
The perfect incentive strategy for the [inaudible]
in our midst.
I thought you'd heard my news.
Huh?
Franklyn's making a bid for Trans Frontier
through the services of First Tokyo.
We must allow the competition a little of his business.
First Tokyo ran a check on individuals who'd bought
into the company this morning.
An offer must be imminent.
And found that someone in particular
had been a little previous with their checkbook.
Naughty.
Called Stephen Crane.
Just had their compliance officer on the line,
told him there must be some terrible mistake.
Get Crane.
Reed, get that thing out of the way.
Now watch out, this is hot.
Come on.
Move away.
You're wasting your bullets, they're already dead.
Oh my, God.
I don't believe it, she's on time.
No, that's a Leopard.
Can't be Victoria.
Well, it's [inaudible] tops.
Oh, Stephen.
Now, the monstrous regiment is through there
and the booze is in there, make a rational decision.
Right, please.
Good man.
[phone ringing]
First Tokyo compliance calling me back.
Blake.
Yes, hello, again.
Regrettably, Mr. Crane is not available--
one moment.
You might find it useful to interview
a person in your company's employ by the name of Jo
without an "E."
I have in front of me a note found on Mr. Crane's desk.
It says, and I quote, "Call Jo 1 TOK," I presume
that means First Tokyo--
"V urgent."
Well, of course, yeah.
Hmm, oh, not at all.
Glad to be of assistance.
Ghastly people.
Silly, silly, boy-- unlucky, of course.
Will they prosecute?
I doubt it.
The city is rarely inclined to parade its misdemeanors
before the pros.
They get so agitated.
Besides, I don't believe there is sufficient dirt
to take sensibly to court.
But they will expect you to dismiss him?
Well, of course, but there we are.
One could never seriously countenance advancing
a man who says lounge.
Now, I believe we have an engagement.
Why won't he say.
I think it's bloody rude.
Well, I expect he--
Daddy's getting drunk worrying about it.
I expect he just wants to moment
with your father on his own.
Stephen, are you lost?
First on the right.
Good, I'm sorry.
It's all right, my fault.
Well, I think it'll be easier if you came out.
You've never actually met our host?
Only in legend.
What?
I've heard a lot about him.
I suspect most of it is true.
His talents are substantial, a remarkable man.
Arrived with his ass in rags from some sordid mid-European
hovel in 1946 aged 12.
Hacked his way to the top by the time he was 30.
It all sounds insurmountably tedious.
In spite of it all, he's a fascinating man.
As a guiding principle, leave the conversation to me.
I don't want to come away from this empty handed.
You want?
Piers Garfield-Ward, Thomas Franklyn.
What do you drink, Tom?
Oh, your money's no good here--
Felix.
No, on the contrary, I have in my pocket
a little list of poorly companies
that I should like to buy for me.
Or shall I give to Piers?
Yes, I shall.
Now, I don't think you've ever met my daughter--
Joanna.
Always mix business with pleasure?
Not the only way but the best.
There she is.
VICTORIA DOUGLAS: Hello, daddy.
Come here, give me a cuddle immediately.
Oh, you haven't waited for me, have you?
Yeah, of course, we have.
Come on in.
Who's the guest?
Oh, he's a friend of Gavin's.
He works in the city.
I thought he looked a bit chinless.
Does he drive a BMW?
Victoria, please, no, Che Guevara at the table tonight.
He's trying to raise some money on our behalf.
And he's going to talk to me about it after dinner.
Why doesn't he talk about with you now?
Because, obviously, he's failed to get me any.
Don't let him eat too much then.
Can we now congratulate you on a successful bid
for Trans Frontier.
There's been a leak.
The price is climbing.
Oh, how irritating--
as you say.
Well, I expect my family will keep me informed.
You work at Trans Frontier, Joanna.
Jo-- no, I work for First Tokyo.
Do I see here the name Douglas Motors?
Oh, yes.
Not seriously on your list, is it?
A celebrated product calamitously mismanage.
A prestigious morsel appears for a man who collects such things.
Surely, not.
The managing director is a decrepit drunk, squandered
every sort of available credit.
Ah, yes, a month of floundering, perhaps, then
we shall hear the death rattle.
Your cue to deliver me the corpse.
PIERS GARFIELD-WARD: You are saying the company is not as it
were in the best of health.
I think that's what I'm saying, yes.
Well, isn't this nice?
Can we order now?
Academics are not parasites, Mr. Crane.
I never said you were.
I fully appreciate the impact your research
into the 14th century secular basket making
is going to have on world economy.
We are, as a commodity fetishist like yourself should
recognize, a service industry.
That's right.
Like a laundry.
VICTORIA DOUGLAS: I would consider
working as a washer woman far more constructive
occupation than yours.
Victoria.
STEPHEN CRANE: I've often had the same thought myself.
Stop playing to the crowd and defend yourself.
Should I give you a bit of help?
A woman's view, of course, you don't have to listen.
Your bank has lots and lots of money,
which it lends to people who don't really have much at all.
Oh, this is where you say, "Yes."
Yes.
So, then these people have enough money
to pay you a great big fee, including
a substantial commission for you personally,
a high rate of interest, and, of course, fines if they default.
Yeah, but--
So, at the end of this whole wonderful process,
you have even more money than before.
And they have even less--
yes?
Yes.
So, what good did you ever do anybody
who was misguided enough to ask you for help?
Anymore for any more?
Well, I did pay check on special clearance
for 492,000 pound into your father's account
this afternoon.
But I'll take your point.
[music playing]
[chattering]
ROBERT DOUGLAS: That's brilliant.
GAVIN NICHOLS: You just find the right point.
ROBERT DOUGLAS: That's absolutely brilliant.
No, it's going to balance by itself.
ROBERT DOUGLAS: There you go.
GAVIN NICHOLS: Just put it on the edge here.
[silverware clattering]
[laughter]
Hello, big boy.
What's the matter, Darling.
Can't you sleep?
It's the trains.
Hmm?
They stop and then they go round again.
PENNY NICHOLS: Sleepy aren't you?
ROBERT DOUGLAS: Stephen, what about a nightcap?
That hand.
Magic.
Please, come to bed.
I'm not tired.
Not in my house.
Please, Robert.
Put it up.
This is against the law--
And I will not allow it in my house.
Do you understand?
Listen, why don't you just piss
off and let me have a smoke.
We're finished, Jamie.
We've always been finished, dad.
[grunting]
Let go.
Give me that.
Get off.
Get off!
Stop it.
Stop.
Mom.
Mom!
[car screeching]
What do you want?
[ending theme]