Now tell me why I shouldnít throw you to the wolves for the colossal mess youíve made.
Sydney sips as well, enjoying his drink. He is not disturbed.
What mess, dearie? You asked me to take care of Larry in an appropriate way, and I did. You wanted the mayor and Larry's investors to believe in that fake methane map, and they do.
I didnít ask you to kill half the town to convince them!
That was Duvane's doing. The fellow suffers from a certain lack of proportion. I believe he may have started to think the whole ridiculous sphagnum thing is real...
Celeste finally snaps. She explodes out of her chair at startling speed to heave her champagne in his face.
How dare you mention that word to me after what Larry did to our family? You should know better!
Sydney calmly dabs at his face with a silk napkin and pours her another glass.
Five centuries we owned that land, those beautiful lochs and glens -- which he sells to a bunch of London fancyboys for a train line, for godís sake. For Highland golfers. And drinkers.
She drains her glass in a swallow. She is in control of herself now, but still angry.
And then he hides the money and leaves me nothing! Iím glad he choked on that peat!
Money will be the least of your concerns very soon now, dearie. You'll be a baroness of the new Los Angeles!