:10:00
Anything?
:10:02
I pledge $47,000.
:10:05
Did somebody
say something?
:10:08
I pledge $47,000.
:10:14
$47,000? We haven't got 47 cents.
:10:18
I want no part
in this.
:10:22
Uh, Mister... uh...
:10:24
Does the name Osborn Tremain
mean anything to you?
:10:28
I'm sorry, no.
That's quite all right.
:10:31
Mr. Peacock, I've made millions in the
publishing business... mostly technical textbooks.
:10:36
And with the trash on the stands
today, I would be an ingrate...
:10:39
if I did not offer
a few thousand dollars...
:10:42
to keep a decent magazine alive.
:10:47
Mr. Tremain...
No, no, none of that!
:10:49
The foreclosure is...
Noon, tomorrow.
:10:53
I'll be there in time with the money.
You have the word of Osborn Tremain.
:11:08
That's it, Mr. Pomfred.
:11:10
You're the highest
and only bidder.
:11:12
Mr. Peacock, I'm sure
Mr. Tremain was delayed!
:11:15
In all decency... Uncle Amos,
c-can't you wait just a few minutes?
:11:18
After 125 years, you can't just
up and... kill the Peacock.!
:11:23
Kill what? Peacock's Magazine has
been dead for the past 20 years.
:11:28
As majority stockholders,
our branch of the family...
:11:30
has been trying to unload this
white elephant... White elephant!
:11:34
Uncle Amos, this magazine has
brought honor to the name of Peacock!
:11:37
That's why it's better
this way, nephew.
:11:39
Why, you... you wouldn't want to drag that
honorable name through bankruptcy, would you?
:11:44
Well... Of course not! Well,
that does it, Mr. Pomfred.
:11:48
You can sell the presses as junk, start
demolishing the building in a month.
:11:55
Junk?
:11:57
Oh, Abner. I'm sorry.