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Waiter!

- What's that? - Oh my God.

Hi.

- Madam. - Thank you.

Hang on one second.

- Well, yes.

Hang on one second. One second.

Hi. Sorry I'm late.

Cassie Jay, I'm the
features editor at the paper.

We spoke on the phone earlier. It's, um...

Laura Quinn.

Robin, go ahead.

I got front page?

Perfect. Thanks.

Thanks, bye.

Whoo! We should be careful
what we wish for. Hmm.

Having it all at 25 cannot
be biologically correct.

So, thank you for contacting us.

As you know, we're running a series
of features called "Women Who Led,"

all about the everyday women
who back in the late '50s,

the early '60s, started
breaking the boundaries,

really inventing the modern woman.

A lot of people who
turned up in our research

turned out to be dead, but you're...

alive, so that's great.

l, um, I need to paint a picture.

You're hired by the London
Diamond Corporation.

It's number one in the
world. But it's the '50s.

It's a fiercely male-dominated environment.

You take on the men.

You battle your way up
and become... a manager.

Well, that's not going to
impress anyone these days,

but you were the only female
manager that had ever existed

in that company and I
want to know your story.

You know, I haven't set foot in this city

as a free woman in over 40 years.

- Really? - It's changed.

It's an exceptional piece, isn't it?

168 carats,

58 facets...

very rare.

I stole it...

from London Diamond.

A good deal took place at London Diamond

that may not be in your notes.

You've been in prison.
That's where you've been.

Good morning, gentlemen.

Miss Quinn, good morning.

Good morning, Miss Quinn.

Good morning, Miss Quinn.

Good morning, Mr. Hobbs.

Aiming to beat the sunrise, Miss Quinn?

Obliterate, Henry. Obliterate.

No more blood for diamonds!

I see our fan club has assembled.

Murderer!

Murderers!

Good morning, Sir Milton.

Good morning, Sir Milton.

Morning, gents. Good morning.

I'm sure by now you're all aware

tensions reached a head
yesterday in Kimstad.

What are the final figures?

What do you mean?

- Dead? How many dead? - 100, give or take,

Most of them on our payroll.

It is a cock-up.

Everyone is pointing their fingers at us.

Christ Almighty!

The whole pissing South
African regime is our fault.

What are the Soviets saying?

I'm afraid the Russians
are leading the charge.

They're pressing
for UN sanctions.

They're going to war with us

the week that we are
renewing their contracts.

We don't need the Russians.

With respect, sir,

if the Soviets broke away,
it would be disastrous.

They could align with Botswana,

Sierra Leone or even Angola.

Combined production would exceed our own.

We would no longer control global supply.

The cartel collapses
and prices would free fall.

The Russians are paid well above
market. They won't break ranks.

In any case, officials from the
Soviet Diamond Trading Organization

are en route as we speak.

Precisely. To end our relationship.

Very well.

Now we have two days

two days to find a solution.

- Wait wait, uh, um...

one final item.

I'd like you to join me in congratulating

our newest managing director,

who, God willing, will keep
us afloat in Cape Town,

Mr. Peter Boland.

Congratulations. Well done.

I'm speechless.

Boland over you?

The old man is losing his mind.

No, he's thinking straight.

In addition to being
several years my senior,

Boland's experience is far
better suited to the position.

Besides, they're doing me a favor.

Didn't you know? Cape
Town's a furnace in the summer.

I hope that they've got
something better lined up for you.

"Lon Di subsidiaries worldwide, 1,223;

female managing directors, 0."

"Don't give up.

Work harder.

You will win."

You forgot again.

- Lunch? - Lunch?

It's a holiday middle of the day.

People meet, unwind, buy
makeup, plot against men.

- Oh, it's all the rage. - I'm so sorry.

Look, it's one crisis after
another. Can we reschedule?

Tuesday it is, but not with
me, with Kenneth Pearson,

a friend of mine that
would like to meet you.

Judy, it's so kind, but I really
don't like the name Kenneth.

Don't leave it too long, Laura.

There won't be any plots left.

Oh, working late again, Miss Quinn?

Always the first to arrive
and the last to leave.

Your colleagues must value your dedication.

What's that bit from
the, uh, from the Bible?

You know, "He who is last shall be first

and he who is first shall be last."

- Is that how it goes? - Yeah.

What a load of rubbish.

We all know you take what you desire.

Fortune favors the bold.

Take those South Africans, for example.

Do you think we should
hand them their freedom

or let them seize it for themselves?

Well, that's an interesting
debate a dangerous one maybe.

But for my money,

I'd say things are never
as simple as they seem.

I'm sure you're right, Miss
Quinn. You're the one with the suit.

Good night.

Good luck.

Living dangerously, Miss Quinn?

Recklessly, Henry. Recklessly.

Sir Milton: Something
troubling you, Miss Quinn?

The existing Russian contract:
I propose we simply extend it.

I'm sorry. You've lost me. Was it not you

who suggested the Russians were
on their way here to sever all ties?

lf we allow the Soviets to publicly
disassociate with London Diamond,

let them pound the table at the UN,

denounce racist capitalism
and so on and so on,

but secretly we extend our contract

and keep it a strictly private matter,

at least until the storm has passed over.

While they continue to wholesale
diamonds at a magnificent price.

That's not bad. That's not bad at all.

Who else have you told about this?

He's much better at the
job than Albert ever was.

In such a short time.

Laura, is that you?

Harold Reynolds, good God.

Gentlemen, this lady
is the cleverest person

I've ever met and she's American.

Ran circles around the lot of us at Oxford.

Of course I don't talk to her anymore.

She turned me down for dinner three times.

I was just testing his resolve.

lf he had tried one more
time, I would have said yes.

I'm at Allied Banking
heading up syndications.

We've just been sweating
over your accounts,

a lot of ice down there.

No doubt impressive, but
it's making people nervous.

But now I know you're here,
I can sleep a little easier.

Um, unless of course you're
considering a career change?

At Allied Banking world
domination can also be arranged.

Henry: Earliest and
brightest as usual, Miss Quinn.

Oh, I do my best, Henry.

Thank you.

"No, you won't"?

Miss Quinn. Miss Quinn.
Why don't we sit in there?

- Mr. Hobbs? - Yes.

Mr. Hobbs, I'm flattered, but
I'm I'm I'm really not looking

Oh, please please don't panic, Miss Quinn.

I'm I'm a happily married man.
And I wouldn't be so courageous.

I I have a proposal to put to you.

It's it's a trifle.

Just give me five minutes. Please.

Come and sit.

It's something I do to get sympathy.

War wound the Blitz.

My wife and l, we went
for some music at Wilton's.

Very explosive peftormance.

Anyway, we both survived that one,

only to find out that my wife
was living on borrowed time.

I thought you were happily married?

Oh, I am, Miss Quinn,

and I always will be.

Are you always in the habit of
reading private correspondence?

Would you hold these for me, please?

Correspondence?

This is more like a diary of frustration.

"Number of Lon Di
subsidiaries worldwide, 1,223;

number of female managing directors, 0."

That first number is not correct.

It's 1,224 now,

but the other number,
that is quite accurate.

You've succeeded in arousing my curiosity.

Now I'm wondering what it is you want.

Well, I I think the
question is, Miss Quinn, is

what is it that you want?

Hey, this is ridiculous.

They're they're going to knock over a bank

in the middle of London in broad daylight.

I could have yourjob for this.

Yeah, and they might just give it to you.

I know that you've been
passed over six times

in the last three years for
someone less qualified than you.

You know this has been illuminating,

But I am really
am very very busy.

Miss Quinn, please.

Please sit down. Please sit down. Please.

I I haven't got to my point yet.

- They're going to fire you. - Excuse me?

Yes, your ingenious Russian proposal.

How do you know about that?
How do you know all of my business?

- Shh! - Shh!

I'm only trying to help.

You know, it's extraordinary

the conversations people will
have in front of the cleaners.

It's like like we don't exist.

What conversations?

Well, I'm no businessman,
but I certainly got the gist of it.

What conversations?

Well, the Russians won't accept your plan

unless it's kept secret among senior staff

and only the senior staff.

They don't seem to think that you qualify.

Well, I don't believe you.

Well, uh, you you're probably right.

The ramblings of an old man, eh?

Who would notice?

Hey, this is a good bit.

Look there.

Would you like a peanut?

Oh, is MKA in?

- He's just left. - That's odd.

Someone from the prime
minister's office is in the lobby.

- Says he has an appointment. - Hmm.

Oh no, that's not right at all.

Ahem.

Well, I seem to be the
envy of the whole restaurant.

You look wondeftul.

Well, I heard reinvention
was the latest craze.

Thought I'd try it on for size.

Thank you for seeing me.

Well, don't thank me too quickly.

Um, ahem.

It's bad news, I'm afraid.
We can't offer you a position.

Really, why not?

There's a conflict of interests.

Lon Di is our largest
client, back to the Boer War.

We funded Ernest Ashtoncroft's
first diamond mine 70 years ago.

Well, it's done all the time.

You simply ask their
permission to speak with me,

say I know nothing about it unsolicited,

- That sort of thing. - I did.

Look, and I tell you this in
confidence as an old friend,

but they're saying you're
grossly incompetent

claim you botched their
relations with the Russians.

That is absolutely ridiculous.

I am sorry.

Word came down quietly you
are not to be touched by us,

or in all likelihood

by anyone doing business with Lon Di.

Well, that's every last company on earth.

You said you, um, had
something else to discuss.

Well, l... I feel stupid now.

I was going to finally
accept your offer of dinner.

Well, that, um, would
have to be unadventurous.

Married now five years,

three rather boisterous girls to prove it.

You should come over one Sunday.

Mmm, good soup.

Early lunch, Miss Quinn?

Very early and very long.

I'm taking the afternoon off.

Placed a bet, Miss Quinn?

Oh, I never gamble.

Not on dogs, cards or strangers.

You were right.

Was l?

Why do you want to steal from the company?

- Who said I did? - Hypothetically.

War and plunder,

the two most reliable sources of income.

I didn't realize. Are we at war?

In six months' time

I shall retire to a hearty pat on the back

and a not-to-hearty pension,

a situation in dire need of attention.

So money, plain and simple?

Suppose I wanted to
do something for my wife.

Your wife who died 15 years ago?

The one you're happily married to?

Lovely. You did your homework.

I guess you would.

What else did you uncover?

That you're far from stupid,

and you were forced to
apprentice under your father

a plumber with a drinking problem.

Oh, yes, married at 21. And years
later when your wife became ill,

you took the night job at London Diamond

so you could spend your days by her side.

You never did use those qualifications.

Clever, Miss Quinn.

Clever.

How do you know I won't turn you in?

Are we still speaking hypothetically?

What makes you think you
could pull off such a thing?

Well, simply because I have a plan.

What I propose involves
the least possible risk

because we don't have to
change our normal routines.

Each night at 9:00

they lock the front doors,

which means that for 10 hours

no one can go in or out of the building.

They increase the
security on the main floor,

but on the lower floor they
just keep these two guards,

here and here by the lift,

which is the sole point of access.

You intend to go for the vault?

That's where the diamonds are.

You can't be serious.

Generally, each evening
I start on the fourth floor

and work me way down, see?

Nice day today.

Hobbs: Once through the upper floors

I'm escorted to the sub-basement.

The next few hours are
spent on rubbish collection,

mopping, waxing, minor
repair and maintenance.

During that time I work mostly unattended.

Once an hour or so someone checks up on me.

Otherwise I'm left entirely to myself.

I mean, in theory,

I could take off all my clothes
and walk around naked.

A frightening thought,
Miss Quinn. Don't dwell on it.

I'll try not to.

I save the vault hallway for last

the long corridor that
leads to a circular door

behind which lies

one of the largest single
deposits of riches on earth.

For 16 years I've been working

within a hair's breadth of that door

and for 16 years I've
never opened it, not once.

You couldn't if you wanted
to, not without the codes.

The codes are changed weekly
and entrusted to only two people.

Mr. Eaton, lifelong company
servant, portrait of reliability.

Rumor has it that the Swiss
use his pulse to set their clocks by;

And, of course, Sir Milton
Kendrick Ashtoncroft,

aging ruler of everything
that daylight touches.

And you plan to obtain the codes how?

That's where you come in, Miss Quinn.

Until recently, this was
supposed to be a solo operation.

A year ago, quite by accident,

I discovered that Sir Milton kept
the codes concealed in his desk.

Then some months back, they were gone.

Night after night I searched the office,

but they never turned up.

Why'd you wait? Why not do
it while you had the chance?

Oh, I've asked myself that
question a thousand times.

I told you, I'm I'm not courageous.

But my hesitating will be your gain.

Will it? And what will that require?

Here, proof of conviction.

You are on the, uh, guest list, are you?

It's business. I'm expected.

We're entertaining the Russians.

You suspect he keeps the codes at home?

On Saturday, go to his study

and look under the
center drawer in his desk.

This is ridiculous.

Say I did find the codes

and you were able to slip in
and out of the vault undetected.

How would you get the
diamonds out of the building?

How much will it hold?

How much would you like it to hold?

What's the price of revenge?

Difficult, eh?

Would £1 million do?

Each? I should think so.

They wouldn't even notice that much.

Well, by then...

I'll be retired and
you'll have been let go.

Why should I trust you?

The same reason
I have to trust you.

We have the same objective.

Oh, you make it all sound so easy.

ls that a yes?

No, it isn't.

Be sure to wear something nice.

Good evening, sir.

Sir Milton: Welcome, Clifton. Come on in.

Clifton: The Russians here?

To pressurized carbon.

Hear hear!

Now that's a sight worth seeing.

Sir Clifton Sinclair, our
very own insurance man,

making a rare trip down from
his ivory tower at Kings Row.

No doubt losing sleep over our
somewhat top-heavy inventory.

Oh, I don't think Sinclair's
the type to lose sleep.

It's rather unnerving to consider a man

with that history as London
Diamond's greatest guarantor.

Ooh, you didn't know.

He was mixed up in all
those insurance scandals

before the National Health Service.

But of course he's completely
innocent or he was never prosecuted.

Otherwise we wouldn't do business together.

Allow me to present Vladimir Dmitriev,

head of the Soviet Diamond Authority.

Mr. Jameson, my second in command.

How do you do?

And Miss Laura Quinn,
one of our brightest gems.

Ballet, vodka, diamonds

the three things closest
to the Russian soul.

And which do you prefer?

Diamonds, of course.

I'll drink to that.

My Lord!

And what would you have
done had I said ballet?

I would ask you to dance.

Of course, I have ulterior motives.

And, um, what makes you think I don't?

I shall miss her.

How's the old man bearing up?

Oh, I expect he'll outlive us all.

Well, I only ask because
I should think hoarding

basically a worthless commodity
would be very bad for his heart.

What am I doing?

I ask myself that repeatedly.

I'm sorry. I didn't see you.

Purely by design.

You've stumbled into my
lair, my sanctuary of sorts.

Yes, I think I know what you mean.

At least the evening is a success.

Your father's spared no expense.

Never does, always first class

so long as it's discreet
and doesn't attract attention.

Yes, he's famous for his discretion.

ls it true he paid £100 to the families

of the miners who died in protest?

Anonymously.

Bought the bullets and the caskets.

Should be a discount for that.

What sort of man does such a thing?

A man of conscience?

Quinn: Mr. Hobbs?

I'm having trouble with
the heat in my office.

Uh, Miss Quinn, do you want

more or less heat in your office?

lf we do this, I want to
know every last detail.

Understand?

Okay.

Now if you just lock it off under there.

We have to call it off.

They've installed security cameras,

closed-circuit television
monitoring everything.

I've been with them all
morning showing interest.

Cameras in the building?

Yes, inside,
outside, halls, lobby.

In the vault?

No, but the vault corridor.

They don't want security guards
staring at mounds of diamonds all day.

Can you blame them?

Oh, security cameras, goodness
gracious. What will they think of next?

Is there any way around them?

No, absolutely not.

- No? - There are eight separate cameras

covering the entire sub-basement,

including one dedicated
to the vault corridor.

The cameras link to the guard station,

and Eaton has a man on watch
24 hours a day, seven days a week.

Basement's here.

We've got reception, the
boardroom, the corridor.

So you'll just have to
reconsider that pension of yours.

So it's foolproof, eh?

And you came all the
way over to the wrong side

of town to tell me...

when you could've told me tonight.

You've seen a way, haven't you?

I have not, Mr. Hobbs.

Your tenacity reminds me of my wife.

Why are you being so persistent?

Because I hate English winters.

Now tell me how it can be done.

All right. There's one possibility,

but I'm telling you, it won't work.

Although there are eight
cameras in the sub-basement,

only four images are on screen at
any one time four on and four off.

And since the images
cycle in 15-second intervals,

they reappear in the order they leave.

So each image
is off-screen for...

60 seconds, yeah?

Yeah, 60 seconds, but
that's not enough time.

Enough time? I'll be in
that vault in 10 seconds flat.

You can't be standing outside the vault

when the image goes off screen and
be nowhere in sight when it reappears.

You have to start at
the end of the corridor,

and that's 40 yards long.

Well, I don't have a problem with that.

With all due respect, Mr. Hobbs,

you can hardly walk, let alone run.

I'm telling you I can do it.

This has gone too far.

I'm sorry.

You're involved now,
whether you like it or not.

I beg your pardon.

You gave me the code, Miss
Quinn, so you're involved.

Make no mistake,

I'm going through with this.

And don't you pretend to
me that you don't want it

because you want it more than I do.

You want a life that means
something and adds up.

And you know that this is the
only way you're going to get it.

Miss Quinn, you said it yourself,

they're never going to notice it.

This is how it'll work.

Tomorrow we'll synchronize our watches,

but it has to be tomorrow before
they realize the flaw in the system.

At the exact moment
you're at the vault corridor,

I'll call the guard station.

That should buy you at
least 30 more seconds.

When this is over, I think
best we not speak again.

Evening, Miss Quinn.

Evening, Henry.

Albert.

Evening, Miss Quinn. May l?

What's the word, Henry?

Ask me again on Friday.

- Good night, sir. - Good night.

Ah!

Damn it.

Lewis. Hello.

Hello?

Henry: Hobbs!

I'm afraid there's a problem. lf
you wouldn't mind coming back in?

Open up!

The, uh...

Mr. Lewis, I'm afraid.

God knows what that man ingests.

Would you mind?

I'll, uh, leave you to it.

- Mr. Hobbs. - Morning, Miss Quinn.

How are things this morning, Henry?

In a word, dull.

Isn't there a sight next week?

Fifth Monday.

That's very odd. The
sorters have gone home.

Is he here yet?
MKA is he here yet?

No, sir.

Mr. Jameson, what happened?
What is so important?

- Miss Quinn?

Miss Quinn, you in there?

I need not remind you we're all
bound by the strictest confidentiality.

Under no circumstances
will you discuss the incident.

Any act to the contrary will result
in the severest consequences.

- Is that clear? - Yes, of course.

The elevator's the single point of entry,

no underground tunnels,

three narrow ventilation
ducts, all of which lead nowhere.

The entire sub-basement
is encased in concrete,

marble and an outer casing of solid steel.

This has to be the most
secure facility in all of Europe.

That's certainly what we believed.

Besides which there were
nearly two tons of diamonds.

You would need an army
of men and several vehicles.

Sir Milton: Now you all
know Sir Clifton Sinclair,

from Kings Row, our underwriters.

Well, we've talked it
through and we have agreed

that our utmost priority must be
the appearance of business as usual.

In any police investigation

the subsequent publicity
would be a disaster,

just like that all confidence gone.

So we handle the matter privately.

Sinclair.

As you all know Kings Row have been behind

London Diamond for the last 70 years.

And today is no exception.

With that in mind, I'd like to
introduce you to Sir Gavin Finch,

our chief insurance
investigator. Mr. Finch.

Good morning, everyone.
Please, there is no need to panic.

We will find your diamonds.

No need to panic? The world's
supply of diamonds have vanished

into thin air and there's no need to panic?

I will see inside the vault now

and if the night staff could
be called back? Thank you.

What have you done?

It's all in hand, Miss Quinn.

In hand? In hand?

The contents of a thermos, you said.

When you're finished, meet me at
the café at the corner of Hatton Ground.

Mr. Hobbs.

Yes.

This way, please.

Not one of your better ideas, Miss Quinn.

I suggest we cut this short.

What have you done with the diamonds?

I want answers and I want them now.

You're gonna get them all in good time.

Oh my God!

I insist that you remain calm.

What did you say to Finch?

I told him I went on shift as normal.

I waxed the floors for a while.

I emptied the rubbish a normal night.

l-l lied.

I want you to go back to work,
do exactly what we discussed,

keep to your routine and
we'll talk again. Okay?

This is where I'll be tomorrow.

Miss Quinn? Sir Milton's
office is asking for you urgently.

Should you elect to purchase the goods

you must notify me by week's end.

It's my understanding that specifics

as to the inventory and the purchase terms

are explicitly set forth in this letter.

lmportantly, I'm not to be made privy

to any arrangement between
my client and yourself.

You are simply to alert
me to your intentions

at which point I will provide instructions

regarding method of payment.

My client will then convey where
you may take possession of the goods.

Mr. Boyle, are we to understand

the identity of your
client is unknown to you?

That's correct.

As is the nature
of this inventory?

- Also correct.

Excuse me, but there's a call
for Mr. Boyle from his office.

What in the name of God is all this?

"Now available, a
selection of uncut diamonds,

market price: £100 million sterling."

ls that it? ls that all it says?

"Payable within 48 hours."

We've been hijacked by madmen!

Shouldn't this man be detained?

I'm afraid Mr. Boyle
has told us all he knows.

Pardon the interruption.

ls there anything further?

I will await your call.

Good day.

The South African Star.

Get Sinclair back. Now!

Ah, Miss Quinn, may l?

I'm working my way through personnel.

- Yes, please. - Thank you.

Take a seat.

Would you care for a cigarette?

No, thank you.

Thank you.

Now... Miss Quinn...

you're American, but you
were educated at Oxford.

You have been working here for 15 years

and you are now a senior negotiator.

That's right.

Would you say you have
done well for yourself?

Yes.

- Not married? - No.

And you are 38?

That's right, Mr. Finch.

I certainly hope that's not a crime.

- Do you have any leads? - Ahem.

Now in your professional
capacity, Miss Quinn,

who would you say were
London Diamond's enemies?

It's potentially a long list.

We are a major global business.

Why do you think there could
be more to this than money?

The diamond that Mr. Boyle has left, the...

The Kimberly 4.

530 carats, the fourth largest
cut diamond in the world.

lf they were motivated by money,

it's unlikely it would
still be in our possession.

Are you saying it's symbolic?

It's also known as the South African Star.

Thank you, Miss Quinn.
That'll be all for now.

Oh, uh...

that Mr. Hobbs,

you're on good terms with him?

I suppose so. He's
one of the night janitors.

Always seems quite jovial.

You were speaking to
him today in the corridor.

Yes, I've been having
problems with my radiator.

I asked him if he could
come and look at it.

It's erratic temperaturewise.

And did he manage to solve the problem?

I believe he was going to try
and find some time this week.

Good. Thank you again, Miss Quinn.

Thank you, gentlemen, for the instruction.

I'll get back to you in 24 hours.

Gentlemen, thank you.

- Good morning. - Miss Quinn, good morning.

You seem bright and breezy this morning.

I'd like to be given authority to liaise

with Mr. Finch on the investigation.

- Why? - With the time pressure we're under

we all need to be communicating
as efficiently as we're able. And...

And?

Finch was hired by Sinclair.

Well, I don't see why not.

There's a whole explosion
of nothing downstairs.

I see the Kings Row lawyers are back.

Surely they're not prepared to
pay the ransom on our behalf?

Not if Sinclair has anything to do with it.

He's already lobbied the other
members of the syndicate against

settling the claim, saying the,
uh, the deadlines are unreasonable.

But of course he would, wouldn't
he? He's the majority shareholder.

His life would return to
zero, where he started.

They're not bound by contract?

Miss Quinn, as I'm
sure you're aware,

where large personal
fortunes are concerned,

contracts have a habit
of developing loopholes.

And if that happened, then we're insolvent.

No diamonds. No sight. The world knows.

All hell breaks loose.

You'll speak to Mr. Finch?

Tell him that I'll be assisting.

It's our official company position.

Well, you seem terribly keen.

Well, my job is at stake.

All of ours are.

All right. I'll speak to him right now.

This has just come through, Mr. Finch.

Miss Quinn.

Mr. Jameson may
have spoken to you.

Uh, I'm to assist you

in any way I can with the investigation.

Yes, he told me.

I'm going down to the vault now.

Oh, these monitors?

The new security system.

Well, actually, not very secure.

Every 60 seconds each corridor

is left totally unobserved
for one full minute.

Well, one minute, that's
not very much time.

Time enough to pass undetected.

The lift is the single point of entry.

But the diamonds were not
removed by way of the lift.

Each activation is recorded,

prompting an electronic time stamp.

As usual, there were
three trips that night.

In each instance the lift
returned at once to the main level.

So the lift was never
stationary long enough

in the sub-basement to
load the contents of the vault.

That's right. You may need these.

Excuse me.

Steel, three inches thick,

floor, ceiling, walls.

But to get the diamonds out they
must have penetrated it somewhere.

Finch: No forced entry.

They knew the combination.

So, all things considered, Mr. Finch,

what conclusions have you arrived at?

lsn't it obvious what conclusions
I've arrived at, Miss Quinn?

A woman of your intelligence
must surely have guessed.

2:00, I believe we're expected upstairs.

A stopgap to restore diamond
inventories to an acceptable level.

£5 million,

that is what you've come up with, eh?

Fencing the stones is impossible.

You control all the major
trading centers across the planet.

When the first diamond turns
up, within hours you'll get the rest.

Sinclair, we are the sole supplier
of diamonds to six continents.

Any hint we can no longer
supply would be catastrophic.

Money is no substitute for diamonds.

Miss Quinn is here with Mr. Finch, sir.

Paying the ransom won't
guarantee your diamonds back

and will make it more difficult
to apprehend those responsible.

That is your problem, not mine.

Ah, Mr. Finch. I believe
Mr. Finch has got something

to tell us which may
alter all our perspectives.

I am now in no doubt that
the crime was perpetrated

by either one or a number of
London Diamond employees.

I believe also that the perpetrator
obtained the codes to the vault

from Sir Milton's residence, most likely
last Saturday evening during a party.

A team has been sent over
to the house to dust for prints.

Mr. Finch, you said that you deemed
the motive for the robbery to be political.

Were it crime for profit, a single
handful of diamonds would do.

Now, Mr. Finch, in your opinion, who
are the most likely political factions?

The Soviets and the South
African rebels would top the list.

And are there any members of personnel

in London Diamond who might be associated

with, uh, these political factions?

Well, there was one name
that came to the surface.

Ahem.

Oliver Ashtoncroft, age
20, arrested at Oxford

whilst attending a Marxist Leninist rally.

This is ridiculous. That
was nearly two decades ago.

Just because I don't advocate
everything that goes on at this company

does not make me a communist or a thief.

That is enough!

You really have sunk to
the dregs this time, eh?

Well, I'm sorry, but unless we can remove

even the slightest hint of fraud,

Kings Row will not even
consider full settlement.

Sinclair, as the syndicate's
largest underwriter

you stand to lose a great
deal of your ill-gotten fortune.

Or do I overstate?

lll-gotten? Well, now that is rich,

coming from a de facto
dictator of an entire slave nation.

For 30 years we have paid you

inordinate sums of money for your security.

We have done so in the hope that one day

we may receive something in return.

Well, that day has come,
Sinclair, and what, eh?

Nothing? I will crush you, Sinclair.

I will take everything you have

and then I will piss on your fucking grave.

How'd you do it, Mr. Hobbs?
How'd you get them out?

Do you know what the hardest
substance in the world is?

And who's really behind this?

The diamond.

You rub it with a cloth,
it lets off a charge.

You put it in water, it comes up dry.

Its only enemy is another diamond.

You do know you've
rendered the stones worthless?

All of them. They can't be sold.

London Diamond's the only buyer on earth.

Precisely. And to that end,
we have demanded a ransom.

We? No, there is no "we."

They won't pay. They
couldn't if they wanted.

There's no money.

And that investigator
Finch, he saw us talking.

He will find out, I have
absolutely no doubt.

Have you ever thought
about your plans, like?

No, I mean, when you get your share,

what are you gonna do with your life?

I mean, are you gonna
be a giver or a taker?

Oh, you stupid old man!

Wake up! Don't you understand

that the only life for
us is one behind bars?

Okay, look.

I can negotiate our way out of this.

I'll go to Ashtoncroft,
offer him the diamonds

in exchange for our
freedom and our silence.

He'll he'll accept the deal. His
terror of publicity will see to it.

All you have to do is tell
me where the diamonds are.

I'm I'm sorry, Miss Quinn.

I I'd like to help, but I do
not intend to negotiate.

Well, then I have no
option but to turn myself in.

Oh, really? Is that what
you're gonna do, eh?

After all these years clawing your way up,

laughing at men's jokes,

subservient, neglecting your opportunities,

giving up on love,

no time for the simple, the decent,

doing all the dirty work

you're really going to throw
all that away just to spite me?

I require the money in full.

And yes, they can pay it.

It is precisely what they are insured for.

As you wish. Then I shall
find the diamonds myself.

Oh, is that a fact?

Oh, it certainly is.

I shall find the diamonds,
make no mistake about it.

- Is this a bad time? - No no, not at all.

It's just a formality, you understand?

And we have requested
the same from all employees

who were present at Sir Milton's party.

A set of fingerprints?

Of course.

May l?

There's really nothing to worry about.

It's simply to rule you out
conclusively from our investigations.

Sorry, it's quite warm in here.

lsn't it?

Now if you'll allow me.

Are you really considering
Ollie to be your prime suspect?

What? Mmm.

Wouldn't you say he had the
greatest facility to obtain the codes?

But does he have the courage?

The requisite spine of ambition?

It's hard to imagine anyone
capable of so audacious a crime.

Audacious orjust ambitious?

Ambition is something
you understand, Miss Quinn.

No longer married, Mr. Finch?

No, I'm not.

She tire of all your investigating?

Yes, she did.

I'm sorry.

Here.

Thank you.

Oh, and just one last thing, Miss Quinn

I need your assistance downstairs.

Could you? It's just a
matter of a few minutes.

Certainly.

Now I want you to tell me
in your opinion, Miss Quinn,

if this man is lying.

Mr. Hobbs, I believe you know Miss Quinn.

Uh, third floor, second
office from the lift, yes.

She's been kind enough to
act as my second set of ears.

Uh, are we still discussing
Tuesday night, sir?

I would like to revisit the period

in the sub-basement

from 3:00-6:00 AM

three hours,

the bulk of which is unaccounted for.

The nature of my job,
sir, is somewhat solitary.

Now you stated earlier

these hours were spent
waxing and polishing floors.

Yeah, mostly. Yeah.

That's a great deal of time
devoted to polishing floors.

Well, marble is very particular, sir.

It requires a certain type of
polish and a lot of time to set.

At what time did you
tend to the vault corridor?

At the very end.

Between 5:00 and 6:00 AM? - Yes.

Why then? Why wait until the end?

Oh, it's it's a cherished task.

It's akin to tending the
palace throne, I imagine.

I always save the best till last.

Hmm.

Any hobbies, Mr. Hobbs,

leisure-time activities?

Yes, I I read a good book now and then.

Anything in particular?

Graham Greene, uh, HG Wells,

sometimes Emily Dickinson.

Nothing more radical?

No Soviet literature in
your collection, Mr. Hobbs?

Oh, l-l tried "War and
Peace," but I couldn't finish it.

You frequent greyhound races.

You like to watch dogs
run around in circles?

And I also wash my smalls on Thursdays,

if you're interested.

Now I see your wife died
some years back of cancer.

- Her name was... - Margaret.

That's right. It must have
been excruciating for you

sitting by, watching her wither away,

taken in the very prime of life.

Mr. Finch, you sound like
a man who's lost something.

Perhaps if you were to tell me
what it was, I could help you locate it.

- Mr. Finch? - Yes?

We have something that may be of interest.

Excuse me.

That'll be all for now, Mr. Hobbs.

I will see you later, Miss Quinn.

In Ashtoncroft's study
I used a handkerchief,

but in the heat of the moment
I may have left a fingerprint.

I know why you did this. I
know it's not about the money.

Nothing important ever is.

I understand you have
political convictions,

but you have to know Kings Row
is trying every tactic not to pay.

And I have a feeling
they're going to succeed.

Our only way out of this is to negotiate.

They never found the diamonds then.

You'll get nothing, absolutely
nothing, just a lifetime in jail.

ls this cause of yours worth it?

I mean, would the cause
do the same for you?

This time tomorrow
morning this will all be over.

What's that old phrase about
two wrongs a right do not make?

That's nonsense.

Sometimes to make something right

you have to do something just as wrong.

Oh oh, yes, my cause.

It's worth 100 lifetimes

in jail for me, Miss Quinn.

Someday you will understand.

Maybe it will inspire you

to look beyond these marble walls.

There's a remarkable world out there.

Oh, and if it's any consolation,

I never really intended to involve you.

Get the forensic department to verify it.

Yes, sir.

What about the dog track? Anything?

Yes, um...

this one here.

I'm pretty certain
that's him, sir the janitor.

Christ, Hobbs!

How did you do it?

I'm telling you, we have no more time.

Taking on Ashtoncroft
when his back is to the wall

will lead to a blood-bath.
Someone's going to be ruined.

And what about Finch?

He says he has some leads.

I don't think we can rely on him.

We don't have any choice.

Make sure that he comes
up with something and quickly.

What the hell do you
think I have been doing?

Contact the syndicate members,

all of them.

Convene a meeting tonight.

And tell them what?

Tell them...

tell them...

tell them if they do not come here

with their wallets open
to pay me everything

they owe me, I will
dedicate my remaining years

on this earth

to ruining every last one of them.

Tell them that,

word for word.

"London Evening News."

Put me through to the news desk, please.

I was looking for you.

I need some air. Will
you have a drink with me?

You know you're quite someone, Miss Quinn.

A true maverick.

Why was it again no one married you?

My mother said, "Beating the boys
won't make you popular or happy."

It turns out she was right.

We're the same, you
and l outsiders, loners.

We could almost be brilliant.

But what would we achieve
with all the hours we put in?

Absolutely nothing.

Anything else, sir?

- Come in.

Sir, the press are outside.

The press? What do they want?

I'm not sure, sir.

I'll speak to them.

Ladies and gentlemen,
ladies and gentlemen, please.

Sir Milton Ashtoncroft is
not available at the moment.

Sir Milton! Sir Milton!

So, Miss Quinn...

are you going to tell me how you did it?

Remove £100 million of
diamonds past cameras,

walls of steel, security
guards and sealed doorways?

For the life of me I can't unravel it.

I wish I could help you,
but I'm really not that clever.

Maybe you struck a deal
with the Russians. Who knows?

You could look after their new cartel

once Lon Di hits the scrap heap.

Do I appear so diabolical?

We've seen a photo of you at
the racetrack with Mr. Hobbs.

You must be mistaken. I never gamble.

We also found some fingerprints
at the Ashtoncroft mansion.

By midnight we shall
have conclusive results.

Oh, and, um...

did you know my fee is
5% of recovered goods?

I understand what you're doing, Mr. Finch.

You're testing me,

measuring my reactions,
my stimulus responses.

But the truth is you haven't arrested me

because you have no evidence

because I've committed no crime.

Perhaps I haven't arrested
you because I'm waiting for you

to reveal who's really behind all this.

Sir, there's been an incident.

News of the robbery
has leaked to the press.

Mr. Ashtoncroft has had a heart attack.

Is is he all right?

I'm afraid not, madam.

The board are reconvening
back at the office.

I hope you have no intentions
of leaving town, Miss Quinn.

Shit.

Ohh.

Hobbs: Aren't you a picture?

Clever girl, eh?

Filthy, but clever.

Ashtoncroft's dead,

or was that all a part
of your plan, Mr. Hobbs?

I'm going back and telling them everything.

I'm afraid I can't let you go, Miss Quinn.

You see, the deadline for the ransom's

in about an hour

and I'm guarding the
entrance to Aladdin's cave

in case someone's smart
enough to figure it out.

Like you.

You're quite an asset to the
company, aren't you, Miss Quinn?

They're not going to pay and
you're insane to think they would!

Oh, they will, I'm sure of that.

Ever think what you're going
to do when all of this is over?

Ugh! Ugh!

You know, you remind me so much of my wife.

Once she got her teeth into something...

Did I ever tell
you how she died?

Cancer.

At first they said that not
only was her cancer operable,

but it had been caught early
and she had an excellent chance.

But you see, we'd paid
what little money we had

into a private hospital policy.

But then the insurance company told her

that she had to wait her
turn for a stay in hospital.

So we pleaded our case all the way

up to the chairman of the company.

But he said it wasn't an emergency.

So, you know,

by the time she was
admitted to the hospital,

well, it it was

she was too far gone then.

- It's Sinclair. - Yeah.

At that time Clifton Sinclair
was the biggest seller

of private hospital policies
to the British underprivileged.

And he used that money
to establish himself...

As London Diamond's
largest insurance underwriter.

Individual participants
in Kings Row syndicates

are liable

to the full extent of their private wealth.

- What is the meaning of this?

What the hell are you doing here?

We've been
discussing the situation.

What situation?

The impossible situation
that you've got us into.

What are you talking about?

In case you
didn't know, we own

75% of "The London Evening News."
I believe you spoke with them earlier.

- Yes. - Going to the press means you don't

have to come up with a quick settlement.

The scandalous news, your time is
bought, that was the plan, wasn't it?

Mr. Ashtoncroft has, however,
agreed to dismiss all charges

pending an immediate
settlement of the claim

Which I have just authorized.

You have what?

Kings Row signifies one thing:

- Reliability. - Now just

Our business was built on
it. Our reputation demands it.

You will never ever get the money back!

It's for a ransom, for Christ's sake!

Are you telling me you waited

15 years for the absolute right moment?

All this to punish one man?

Patience, they say, is a virtue.

Hobbs: He took from me

the one thing in this
world that I truly loved.

Mr. Hobbs, this was for her.

No.

I did it for me.

How did you solve it?

My clumsiness and your background.

Come on, come on.

Here it is, sir.

Thank you.

This is a telex from the bank
confirming that the deposit

has been made corresponding
to the exact amount

as requested by your client.

Everything looks to be in order.

Ugh!

Location of the inventory list.

What does it say?

Would you call security, please?

- I don't understand. - Blank!

What the hell is that supposed to mean?

I believe it means the
diamonds are not being returned.

Night then.

The South African Star
so it wasn't a message?

Small complication.

Would you mind?

I'll, uh, leave you to it.

Boyle: My client will then convey where
you may take possession of the goods.

Excuse me, but there's a call for Mr. Boyle

from his office.

Yes?

Has there been a delivery?

May I give you some advice, Miss Quinn?

Well, you are the one holding the gun.

Life is for living.

It's there for the taking.

Grant yourself no regrets.

Go on, put it down.
You don't have it in you.

It was never loaded.

It doesn't matter now.

All done.

Workmen: All right, as we go.

Watch your step.

- How many more? - Steady.

Depends on exactly how much is in each box.

Steady with that.

Mr. Hopkins.

Finch: Miss Quinn.

Mr. Finch.

Congratulations.

The idea came when you dropped

an earring in a sink, is that right?

I'm sorry I lost you your finder's fee.

We didn't find prints on Sir Milton's safe.

We found them on the
opera glasses in his office.

They were inconclusive.

Mr. Finch

Whatever it is you have to say, Miss Quinn,

now is not the right time to say it.

Maybe there will never be a right time.

As strange as it may sound...

I can't bear the thought of you spending

the rest of your life behind bars.

Naturally you'll have to agree
to assist the investigation.

With your all-round experience, you are...

perfectly situated to do so.

Goodbye, Miss Quinn.

It has been widely reported

that a large-scale theft has
taken place on these premises.

As you can see, that is not the case.

Quinn: Ollie took over the company

and became everything
his father had ever hoped.

I was more fortunate.

Dmitriev: We look forward
to a long and prosperous...

and...

confidential relationship.

Quinn: After an extensive investigation,

it was determined that Mr. Hobbs
had somehow acted alone.

They never found him.

A month later I was passed over again

and tendered my
resignation the following day.

Cassie Jay: Well, forgive
me for being sensational,

but I really need to know:
What happened with the money?

Mr. Hobbs?

Well, Mr. Hobbs well, we never spoke again,

but I did receive a letter
from a bank in Switzerland

informing me a deposit had been made

to a numbered account on my behalf.

The sum of £100 million.

Everything.

And that's where my real story begins.

Your article it's called "Women Who Led."

That's right, isn't it?

I hope you're inspired.

I hope you can inspire others.

You can contact me. My
details are on the back.

Quinn: "l never intended this to happen,

but the burden of Hobbs' money
sent me in a different direction.

I discovered the world

and through it, I discovered myself.

You'd be surprised how long it
takes to give away £100 million.

It's taken me 40 years.

And just today...

today I gave away the last penny.

I'm free at last."

God damn it.

"Except...

except for that jewel
that you held in your hand.

That I've been saving for a rainy day.

Or perhaps...

or perhaps it's the last little piece

of vanity that I have left."