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Rusted.

Every one?

The whole cargo, I'm afraid.

Who was responsible for the stowage?

I was.

Those who bear responsibility
must learn to accept the consequences.

You had better come to my office.

Immediately!

Now, have that sealed and delivered
to the master of the Orphea

with instructions that he's to sail
no later than morning tide.

All right, Topman, that's all.

You've given Wilkinson the Orphea,
and that was to be my ship.

They Orphea was never intended for you.

Come on, she's stiff, cranky...

A workhorse.

She's a young man's ship.

Oh, too old, am I?
So I'm to be pitched on the beach

and my command given to a young
stripling still wet behind the years?

Wilkinson's only 28, he's a young man,
it's his first command.

Now, give the lad a chance.

I'll find another ship for you.

As senior captain,
first choice should be mine, sir.

First choice is mine.

Captains take whatever ship
that I give them.

That is your signature.

It is.

Receipting that the cargo
was shipped in good order.

It was.

We loaded in Buenos Aires.

I made random checks. There was nothing
wrong when they were put aboard.

You seem determined to hang yourself.

I thought cargo stowage was
the responsibility of the mate.

He's not to blame.

I supervised the loading myself.

And on the passage home,
I followed normal custom and practise.

During fine weather,
I ventilated the holes.

When the weather closed in,
I battened down.

I don't understand!

Well, your lack of understanding has
cost the company ã20,000,

for the insurance company won't pay.

- Well, they must do, surely...
- There's no must about it.

Not if the loss is attributable to
a servant of the company.

Here, read for yourself.

Do you still hold that
the blame was yours?

Look, I never admitted
the blame was mine.

I simply stated that
I don't know the cause!

I see, it's just bad luck, is it?

I close the books
and write "cause unknown".

Elizabeth, I'm trying to find out
the cause as much as you...

It's Mrs Frazer, if you please,
Mr Harvey.

I see.

There are 20,000 reasons
why you should see.

Just remember it was me
who gave you your first command.

And if any other ship owner
should ever need a reference...

Will that be all, ma'am?

Did you find out who the premises
really belong to then?

Oh, aye. It is the Salt Line.

They keep one floor to themselves
and sublet the rest of the building.

They never seem to do much business.

No, no.

Well, I'll have a word
with their Mr Sinclair.

And if he's willing to sell
and the price is right,

I reckon it'll be
a worthwhile investment.

The moment it's ours,
that toffee boiler has to go.

What, Emma Savage?

Well, she makes good toffee,
does Emma.

Very good toffee.

Well, I think it's time for
my appointment, aye.

Be firm. Don't offer them
too high a price this time.

I think you can safely leave
that side of the business to me.

- Excuse me, a Mr Sinclair?
- Oh, he's in there.

Mr Sinclair?

Ah!

Mr Onedin.

Delighted to make your acquaintance,
old fellow.

You will take a little something,
won't you?

Oh, yes, of course.

Yes. Mr Onedin will take the same.

- Thank you.
- And so indeed will I.

I hope you will
accept my recommendation.

Champagne and brandy, I find it
wondrously settling to the stomach.

It activates the juices
and promotes the appetite.

Thank you, very kind.

Fortunately I'm blessed
with a good appetite.

Without the aid of stimulus?

I envy you, Mr Onedin, I do indeed.

Erm, now, sir, in what way
may I be of service to you?

Well, I understand that you...

That you own the premises next to mine.

- Next to yours?
- On Stanley Quay.

Of course. You're the
shopkeeping Onedin, not the other one.

I'm afraid I haven't yet availed myself

of the opportunity
of visiting your emporium.

When not attending upon the office,
I live with my aunt in Croxteth.

No doubt, as a tradesman, you have
a certain familiarity with the area.

Well, it may interest you to know

that I have recently purchased
a residence there.

Really?

One never knows with whom one is
rubbing shoulders these days.

Never mind about the change.

- To our good health.
- Yeah.

Well, Mr Sinclair,

I understand that you are the sole
representative of the Salt Line company.

My dear boy, I am the Salt Line.

A very old established firm.

Yes, and they're very old buildings,
if I may say so,

and not in a particularly good
state of repair.

Really? I hadn't noticed.

I'm delighted you
drew my attention to it.

Repairs are the responsibility
of the tenants.

I've been too lax, my dear fellow.
Far too lax.

I shall see to it at once that
the rogues honour their obligations.

And now, sir,

what precisely is your interest?

Well, considering the general
dilapidation of the premises,

and their proximity to my own,

it did cross my mind that you might
possibly be willing to sell?

At a fair price.

And what would you consider
a fair price?

Oh... 200...

...and 50?

My dear old boy.

Not only would I need to
seek new premises,

but I would also lose
the small but adequate income

from my tenants.

I think not, Mr Onedin,
I think not.

Well, then, Mr Sinclair,

what would you consider
to be a fair price?

ã1,500 for that heap of old bricks?
You must be out of your senses.

Well, I had no intention of
paying such a sum.

I knew that he was baiting me,

I just wanted to see
how far he would push it.

Hmm.

Man of extravagant tastes,
would you say?

Oh, yes, he spends money like water.

He gambles quite a bit.

And I think he has a fondness
for the ladies.

And he turned down ã1,500
for a building worth, what?

Oh, couple of hundred.

He's either very wealthy or a fool.

Well, I take him for a spendthrift.

But I can assure you, James,
that he is no fool.

Are you sure, quite sure,
that he is Salt Line?

That's what he said.

"I am Salt Line."
Those were his very words.

Well, we could go into that, you know?

Maybe I should see this Mr Sinclair.

If you think it's in the company's
interest, perhaps I think you should.

Well, could be a good investment,

if the price were right. Now...

- About this Brazil venture...
- Ah!

You've had the prospectus for
over a week, and so far not a word.

Well, you know, James,
floating a public company, I mean it...

I mean, it needs careful thought.

Come on, we've done it before.

I know we have.
But not on a scale as vast as this.

Well, what do you think of it?

I'm putting in every penny
I can scrape together.

Everything.

And taking the lion's share, as usual.

Well, the risks, Elizabeth.

Control.

Let's keep it in the family.

Oh, so now it's an appeal
to family loyalty?

Not notably one of your virtues.

I can't afford it, James.

I might've put up ã20,000.

For as you know,
I do believe in the venture.

But that stupid man Harvey
has just lost me that much.

Oh.

A ruined cargo. A matter of insurance.

An entire shipment of canned meat.

Every single tin rusted through.

That's unusual.

Harvey has always struck me as a man
who knew his business.

First-rate hand, mate,

should make a good master.

Yes. Well, he's free of employment now.

So if you're thinking of hiring him,
don't say you haven't been warned.

As you say, 20,000 would see you in, eh?

I might go and see your Mr Harvey.

She's a Tartar, a regular Tartar.

Put out to grass like an old horse.

Pounds, shillings and pence,
that's all she understands.

Took me ship off me.

Too old for those games, he said.
Me, too old.

Well, she's not the only owner.

And a spell apart might not
be a bad thing.

On the beach at my age.

'Cause that's what it amounts to,

despite his fine words.

To perdition with owners.

Oh, I'll drink to that.

Hah! Good evening, gentlemen.

- Good evening, sir.
- What'll you take, eh?

Ah, same again, please, sir.

- A rum, please.
- For me too.

Hear you're looking for a ship.

That's right, sir. Yes.

- Not settled yet, eh?
- Not yet.

Well, I daresay you won't be
as fussy as Captain Baines over there

as regards choice of ships, eh?

Oh! Don't look so surly.
Here, got something in mind for you.

Why shouldn't I be so fussy, sir?

I heard that you had
a little trouble with your cargo.

You could put it like that, yes.

What happened?

I don't understand.

I followed the normal usages of the sea.

You ventilated the holes properly?

- I'm always most particular.
- Right.

- No seepage, no leakages...
- Dry a bone.

Bad weather?

Well, once we cleared the tropics,
it followed us all the way across.

But we were battened down
as tight as a drum.

And yet when we opened the hatches
every tin was rusted through.

Did you ever hear the like,
Captain Baines?

Never. It's a freak.

A freak, eh?

Well, maybe you're right.

Oh, yeah.

Take another, gentlemen.

This Brazilian nonsense.

Five million.

I tell you, we'll all end up
in the poorhouse.

Birds, Croxteth Road.

Yes, and a most superior address.

One thing I don't know.

If James goes down,
he's not taking me with him.

Oh, Robert, our new house.

Mortgaged up to the hilt.

Nonsense. We paid for it
with our own money.

Company money.

Your company, my dear.

Yes, but it's all tied up with James.

If one topples, we all fall down.

Who's in charge?

I am.

Where can I find the owner?

Home.

Abed, as usual.

Abed?

This time of day?

- Of course. She's a cripple.
- Who is?

Mrs Salt, the owner.

That's who you want, isn't it?

Mr James Onedin.

I don't think I know the name.

Are you of a religious turn of mind,
Mr Onedin?

No, not particularly.

Good afternoon, Mrs Salt.

Afternoon?

Is it afternoon already?

I take little account of time.

At my age every tick of the clock
is a small murder.

"Bring unto me my righteousness,

"for it shall not be far off,

"and my salvation will not tarry."

The prophet Ezechiel.

He once breathed life into dry bone.

Did you know that, Mr Onedin?

Yes, I'm familiar with the passage.

Yet you are not a believer?

Come, sit down.

I'll show it to you.

I have it here somewhere.

I cannot find it.

Oh, well.

It does not matter.

When I was but 18, newlywed,

one dreadful day, sky and water met
and broke my husband's ship into pieces.

It was a month before
I knew if he had survived.

But by then

my limbs had turned into sticks.

I'm sorry.

For 50 years
I've searched the testaments,

but can find no justification.

My husband was a patient man.

He died five years ago.

He built up the Salt Line?

We had 20 fine ships.

Now you have but six.

At my age it is no longer important.

He gave his life to it.

Dust, Mr Onedin. Dust and dross.

Who's Mr Sinclair?

That is my nephew, Lewis.

He's been managing the company
since my husband died.

Have you met him?

No, no.

He wastes his patrimony
on the pleasures of the flesh.

When I die, he will inherit
the years of the locusts.

It's your intention to
bequeath the company to him?

What remains of it.

Debt, Mr Onedin. A mountain of debt.

Poor monument to your husband.

All those years of effort.

The company could be made to pay.

I should like to make you
an offer for it.

Impossible.

I gave my word that I would not
sell his company during my lifetime.

Nothing written down, you understand?

Just my word.

I'd give you a fair price for it.

A sum that would enable you to live out
the rest of your days in comfort.

Comfort?

My only comfort will be the grave.

He can't sell,

and she won't.

Well, she might live
for 20 years.

Debts, she said.

Mountains of debts.

Gee.

Oh! Thank goodness you've arrived,
Mr Sinclair.

There's a gentleman in your office.
He's been there 30 minutes.

I tried to stop him, but he just
barged in and he wouldn't give his name.

I told him
you'd be back shortly, but...

- Ah, good morning.
- Who the devil are you?

Oh, didn't your clerk announce me?

You have the effrontery
to march into my office

without so much as a by-your-leave?

Hmm. You must be Sinclair.

Onedin.

I've already met the shopkeeping branch
of the family and I was not impressed.

Do you leave of your own accord
or do I have you thrown out?

Yes, yes, yes. I thought to make you
an offer for this business.

Good day to you, sir.

Of course, I realise that
you're in no position to sell

either a stick or a stone of it, but...

Well, I thought you might like to
use your influence with your aunt.

Hmph. Now why should I do that?

Oh, come, man.

You'll been on the rocks
before you know it.

You really are
the most presumptuous fellow

I've ever had the misfortune to meet.

Do you normally conduct your business
in so offensive a manner?

I have spoken to your aunt.

Oh, really?

However, she seems content to leave the
ruining of her affairs in your hands.

In that case,
there is nothing more to be said.

Good day to you, Mr Onedin.

Do not trouble yourself to call again.

I shall instruct my clerks
to forbid you the door.

Well, you know where I am.

If you should change your mind,

- you will give me first call, won't you?
- Never.

I didn't hear you knock, Mr Harvey.

Seems that the word has got around.

Does that surprise you?

No, only the speed.

I've had more doors slammed in my face
in the last 48 hours than I've had...

If you think I'm responsible for that,
you're very much mistaken.

I have far more important things to do.

Everywhere I go, the answer's the same.

A ruined cargo lying on a dockside
requires no messenger.

The Prince Edward loads next week,
and as yet you've got no master for her.

And you think I should give you command?

Yes. I know her
like the back of my hand.

You have the effrontery,
after losing me ã20,000!

God damn it, woman!
Don't you think I know what I'm asking?

Do you imagine that I enjoy
coming here, cap in hand!

The only reason I'm here is because

our relationship is something more than
that of an employer and an employee.

In that case, you've not only
taken a great deal for granted,

you've made a very big mistake.

Business and pleasure
I keep in separate compartments.

Ah, yes.

Seems like I have made a mistake.

The house? My house?

Belongs to the company.

The company of which
I am a shareholder and a director,

and have been so for many a year.

True.

But all profits belong to the company.

And must not be used to
line your pockets with.

I have never in my life touched
a penny piece that wasn't my own.

I have it here.

You bought yourself a house
for ã900 out of company funds.

With company approval.

Whereas you have been playing
ducks and drakes

with the profits, my profits,

to prop up your other company.

Investments, Robert.
Never a button to meself.

All right, then.

All right, then,
we will call my house an investment.

Exactly what I've been
trying to tell you.

Your house is an investment.

And a very good one, too,
if I might say so.

Oh, thank you.

And the company will be very fair
and charge you but a nominal rent.

She hasn't touched it.

You must see that she eats.

Don't you know that fasting
is good for the soul?

You should try it sometime.

Food, drink or gambling.

All three.

Oh, my poor Lewis,
they're the only pleasures you have.

You know, for such a brief time.

Very true, Aunt.

But then, the love of a good woman
continues to elude me.

- Now you're mocking me.
- Only very gently.

That poem that you were
reading me before supper...

Tennyson or Shelley?

Tennyson.

About the sea.

It's over there.

Read it to me again.

"Break, break, break

"On thy cold grey stones, O Sea!

"And I would that my tongue could utter

"The thoughts that arise in me

"O, well for the fisherman's boy

"That he shouts with his sister at play!

"O, well for the sailor lad

"That he sings in his boat on the bay!

"And the stately ships go on
To their haven under the hill

"But, O, for the touch
of a vanished hand

- "And the sound of a voice...
- "...sound of a voice

"that is still"

Thank you.

Go, go away now and play your games.

You cannot win, you know.

I can try.

And this Brazilian venture...

It's your intention to invest
all your assets?

- Aye, it is.
- It's a brave risk.

If it should fail...

Well...

If it should fail, you'll become
a ship owner as well as a banker.

Well, Mr Onedin.

I think we can accommodate you.

One and a quarter million at 2.5%?

2.25%.

Well, let us say,

2.5 for the first million
and 2.25 thereafter.

Let us say...

Two and one eighth.

Done.

You know, I might take a flyer myself.

Always useful to have a banker
on the board.

Tell me, uh,

does Salt Line bank with you?

Not one of our more rewarding accounts.

Going downhill, I hear.

It's a pity, great pity.

The old story. First generation
makes the money, second spends it.

Yeah.

You will have another brandy, won't you?

And the man's a fool.

Fond of the card tables, I gather.

Gambles away the profits,
such as they are, before they come in.

You know,
if it weren't for old Mrs Salt,

I would've foreclosed long ago.

Have you met her?

Mmm.

Thank you, my man.

I've known the family for years.

I've tried to advise her. She's an
obstinate woman, she will not listen.

You know, there are times when I think
the poor soul is bereft of reason.

Mmm.

Just how much does Sinclair owe?

I've already revealed
far more than I should.

However, you may find
moneylenders more forthcoming.

Moneylenders?

If the fool's got himself in that noose,
he'll never struggle free.

Just what is your interest
in the Salt Line, Mr Onedin?

Profit. What else?

You know, I can't understand why James
wants to buy the Salt Line company.

I mean, judging by the state of it...

Well, its asset are not worth the paper
they're printed on.

Knowing James, there'll be
a profit in it somewhere.

But not for us.

Have you been invited to put money
into this new Brazilian venture?

I have considered it.

It'll crash, you mark my words.

Well, if it doesn't, the shareholders
will stand to make a fortune.

At 5%?

Not less than 5%.

Robert, you really should
read more attentively.

If the undertakings succeed,
you could reckon on 16 or 20%.

Moonshine.

Like the rest of James' promises,
it'll turn to ashes.

I would've thought
you would've learnt by now, Robert,

that James has the trick of succeeding
where others fail.

I wonder where he is going to take us.

But, Robert, this is a gaming house.

That's all right, it's a private club.

They're very fashionable in London,
patronised by all the nobility.

Don't stand there, please.
Don't be so, so provincial.

The dining room's through there.
Excellent food, I'm told.

- Ah!
- Come on, Elizabeth.

There's purpose behind this, James.
What are you up to?

Ah, there's Sinclair.

Who?

Chap over there,
gambling away the Salt Line assets.

He seems to be winning.

Gamblers never win, Elizabeth.

I wish I were his moneylender.

- His moneylender?
- Mmm.

What is your game, James?

An exchange of information, Now...

You find out for me the name
of his moneylender,

and I'll show you how you can claim
your ã20,000 worth of spoilt cargo.

Come on.

Let me introduce you.

- ã40.
- Onedin.

I thought my luck had changed.

Are you a member?

I'd like to introduce my sister,
Mrs Frazer.

Elizabeth, this is Mr Sinclair.

I'm delighted to make your acquaintance,
Mrs Frazer.

Well, well, well.

I've long held the opinion
that the distaff is invariably

the more attractive side of a family.

I think he's pulling your nose, James.

We're old adversaries.

Oh, well, in that case we do have
something in common, Mr Sinclair.

In which case, may I suggest
that we join forces.

Do excuse us, Onedin.

And, um, where is Mr Frazer?

My husband died abroad.

Oh, I'm deeply sorry.

Do you play?

- What?
- The tables.

I'm afraid not.

One must never be afraid to take risks.

Perhaps you'll allow me the pleasure
of instructing you.

I think I might hazard a coin, Robert.
Just one, no more,

so that I could say I've actually
played the dreadful game.

Don't be foolish, Sarah.

- Yes.
- That's throwing good money away.

What? I won.

- I won.
- Yes, well, come away now.

No, no. Just...

Just once more, Robert.

Now will you come away?

No, just one more turn of the wheel.

- A card, please.
- All right, madam.

- Look at that.
- Oh, I've lost again.

ã20 in banco.

Banker.

I'm afraid I can't, I'm a born loser.

Then you must allow me to
put you in my debt.

Card.

I'm afraid I couldn't possibly...

I promise not to demand
immediate repayment.

I think I should borrow from my brother.

If you'll excuse me?

James, whatever am I to do?
The man is winning hand over fist.

I told you, Elizabeth.

Gamblers cannot ever win.

That I can believe,
but I've lost all my money.

All right. Now.

I want you to stay with Sinclair.

Use your wits.

ã20 in banco.

So much, and without even
a note of hand?

- Banco.
- How very unlike an Onedin.

What is a note of hand?

My dear, you really do
require instruction.

Card.

- Now, that's enough, come on.
- Oh...

Robert.

Please, all that money.

She... She's lost everything.

Including the housekeeping,
and even ã5 of mine.

But I was winning, James.
I was winning a fortune.

Never mind, Sarah.

Come with me. Come on.

I'll treat you to the best dinner
you've had in all your life.

- Oh, couldn't touch a morsel.
- I should think not.

What about Elizabeth?

I think Elizabeth can
look after herself, don't you?

ã50, madam.

Lord, I'm tired!

Do you know, that man just would not
leave the table

while he had another penny left
in his pocket.

Ah, well, never mind about that.

Did you find out just how much he owes
around the town?

There are limits, James, to how much
a man will divulge on a first meeting.

So you didn't find out.

Ah, well, it doesn't matter.
Can't be much.

Otherwise, those sharks would have
closed in.

You know, he doesn't own the company.

Yes, I know that.

Just give me the name
of his moneylender,

and by the time I'd have bought up
all his debts, he won't own anything!

First things first, James.
The insurance claim, if you please.

Elizabeth, when will you learn
to trust me?

All right, show me the contract.

Right, then.

Here we are.

Standard clause
in any insurance contract.

Black and white.

Yes. "The said goods and merchandise
shall be properly stowed

"and holds ventilated. Secured
and protected against bad weather.

"And all other such perils of the sea."

I am aware of the clause, James.
What of it?

Now, you examined the ship's log
and the master's report, eh?

Naturally.

The ship's course, from day to day?

No, I saw little point
in labouring the obvious.

I know the ship left the Argentine
and arrived with no damage.

Come with me. Now...

The ship loads in warm weather, right?

Then, goes north in warm weather.
Crosses the Caribbean

and the Gulf Stream,
then hits the cold Labrador Current.

And the weather closes in.

Now, Matt Harvey did
what any captain would do.

He battens down the hatches, fore, aft,

and he traps all that warm tropical
air in a cargo full of tin cans.

Condensation.

Condensation!

Oh, yes, he carried out the insurance
company's instructions to the letter.

Well, why hasn't it happened before?

Oh, it'll happen again. We're carrying
new sorts of cargo nowadays.

Got to devise new ways of carriage.

Yes, your insurance company
ought to be grateful to you.

Now, then, the name of
Sinclair's moneylender, hmm?

Oh, get out.

If you don't mind, sir,
Mr Sinclair has given orders

that you are not to be admitted.

Onedin!

I was under the impression that I had
given strict orders

that Mr Onedin was not to be admitted.

I'm sorry, sir,
I did try to stop him, but he just...

Sinclair, you've given your last order
in this...

Get out, I'm talking!

Your credit has run out.

So, you've been buying up my paper?

It won't do, Onedin, it won't do at all.
These debts don't fall due until my...

Until your aunt dies and you inherit.

You really are the most
despicable creature I've ever met.

A man spends a lifetime
building up a business

and you just chuck it away
across a card table.

He hung this business round my neck,
like an albatross.

During his lifetime I worked
for a beggarly remuneration.

There was always
the promise of tomorrow.

"One day you'll be rich", he said.

He dangled that bait before me
and like a greedy fool I swallowed it.

My uncle's a mean, penny pinching,
parsimonious...

And you're revenging yourself on him?

He's dead. What of the living?

Do you suppose I wouldn't have sold
if I could?

My aunt is as bound
to my uncle's resolution as am I.

He made her promise not to sell.

I know that.

Shall we put that to the test, hmm?

I don't follow.

Well, let's visit her together.

In exchange for your resignation,
I'll pay all your other debts.

If not, I'll calla meeting
of your creditors

and I'll drag you in front
of the bankruptcy courts.

All my other debts?

Every penny piece.

From your banker to your wine merchant.

My dear fellow, there is no
gratification quite so costly

as that of keeping out of debt.

Oh, very well, we will call upon
my aunt and I will offer my resignation.

Which I doubt she will accept.

She is a lady of the most
unyielding temperament.

Let's hope, for your sake,
she has a change of heart.

My God.

She couldn't. She couldn't have.

We shall never know.

The company's yours.

No, Onedin, it's yours.

There's your ship, Mr Harvey.

Thank you, sir.

Time enough to thank me when you return.

I intend this company to make a profit.

You'll be sailing with only three men
and a boy.

Now, I want you to load up with salt
for Newfoundland.

Then on to the West Indies with fish.

There you take on sugar,
molasses and rum.

Portugal, and then home.

Some of Señor Braganza's wine.

Do you still feel grateful?

Across the North Atlantic.
Three men and a boy.

I'll express an opinion
if I return, sir.

Go on, away you go.

The ship's all yours, Mr Harvey.

Well, sir, and what've you got for me?

Oh, don't worry.
I've got plenty to occupy you.

I want you to take charge
of the Salt Line.

Me! Work ashore in an office?

No, sir, I'm not cut out
for that kind of work.

Well, you're the only one
that I've got.

You can handle men and ships.

Paperwork, sir.

Assistant Marine Superintendent.

I don't like fancy titles.

With an increase of pay
to go with the job.

And then you can have your ship,
if you're still attached to salt water.

Which ship, sir?

This ship was designed
and built by the Norwegians.

Christian Raddick.

205 foot, 36-foot beam.

It's beautiful, sir.
Just look at that canvas!

She's the fastest ship you'll ever sail.

And she's all yours.

Once you get the Salt Line ships
ready for sea.

I'll stir them up, sir.

I'll shake up that parcel
of lazy dozy longshoremen.

You just leave it to me, sir.

- Oh, good morning, Mr Baines.

You really don't have
a very comfortable office, James.

No, I shall be moving shortly.

I bought the premises next to Robert.

- The Salt Line offices?
- Yes.

Sinclair sold to you then?

Those ships will show a profit.

And I shall lease the ground floor
to brother Robert.

Also at a profit.

Uh, naturally.
His rent will pay for my new offices.

You would turn a penny
from a blind beggar.

Business is business.

Now, then, what can I do for you?

Well, I took your advice and
the insurance company have paid out.

Not without an argument, mind you,
but they paid.

I owe Mr Harvey an apology.

Well, you're a bit late.
He's sailing this afternoon.

Have they paid in full?

Yes, ã20,000. I have endorsed it.

So, you've elected to buy in, have you?
Very wise, very wise.

In return for a directorship.

Very well.

And I want it now. In black and white.
Otherwise, not a penny.

There's nothing like trust
amongst a family, is there?

My feelings, entirely.

Topman, bring in your writing board.

There you are, Robert. It's all ours.

Hey, but I thought it belonged
to the company.

Why, of course it belongs
to the company.

Oh, so, the rent will be paid, like
that of my new house, to the company.

Exactly. Now, the company hires the
top floor to me for the new offices,

and the ground floor to you
for your extensions.

- Oh, no.
- Hmm?

No, I've decided to move
to new premises.

You what?

Yeah, well, you will pay the rent
for these buildings to the company,

and I'll be quite content to live off
the dividends.

It'll go some way to pay for the upkeep
of the new house.

A toffee?

Oh, well, please yourself.

Matt!

Matt.

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