Well, the fact is
You're my real estate attorney, Edward.
You're supposed to know about the erosion issue.
Look, you've cost me millions! All right?
I'll see you in court.
I never understood why rich people don't lock their doors.
You know, if we can't sell this place,
perhaps we'll just turn it into a home for wayward boys.
I mean, there's Victoria's bastard,
I'm not staying after our chat.
Well, what could we possibly have to discuss?
The only concern that we share--
My information isn't free.
You are much too late for a handout.
I don't want money.
First--I want your word
that you will handle this without bloodshed.