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Where the hell is it?

93 level. Looks like
the whole god damn drive's caved in.

Rod...

Rod, Lemmer was down there.

Lemmer!
What was he doing down there?

I don't know,
but it looks pretty bad.

Come on, hurry it up.

What were they doing
blasting at the 93 level?

I'd like to know.

If they drill into the dyke
they'll flood the mine.

Anyone seen Mr Lemmer?

- Yeah, he was underground.
- I hope he doesn't stay there.

The roof caved in.

Who's gang captain?

Leighdorf, we just pulled him out,
dead.

Tex, clear this station.
Injured out first.

Come on, move it.

Come on!

Clear the way there.

Keep your heads down.

- Come on.
- Let's move it.

Get some air down here.

Get the ventilators going!

Who's that?

Slater.

About bloody time.

How many are in there, Kowalski?

Three.
One of them is Lemmer.

Are you sure?

Of course I'm sure.

Got a bloody squealer
in there with him.

He makes good company.

Get his carcass out of the way,
we've work to do.

I know this man.

Well, shift it.

Okay, now shift it.

Shut up, Kowalski.

Move him, King.
There are others in there.

Yes, boss.

Quicker, quicker.

Up here, up here!

Here, I'll take it.
Keep at it, keep at it.

What's happened?

I don't know, Mr Steyner.
They were at 93 level.

They were driving
towards the big dyke.

Is Lemmer there?

That's what they say.

That's terrible.

Excuse me, Mr Steyner.

Damn it, Marais. You said
nothing could go wrong.

Someone was careless.

And if I lost my General Manager?

Now here.
Here, you fool.

Get more men down here!

Okay, Mr Slater.

Quiet!

Thula! Thula!

Thula!

Mario, move these.

Easy.

Get the doctor!

Bring the doctor down!

Is Mr Lemmer here?

Yes, he's hurt bad.

Can you move?

Tell the doctor.

Yes, sir.

Frank?

The roof is bad.

We'll support it.

You'll never move me.

You know, I had three month to go
before I went on leave.

I nearly made it.

You'll end up like this, Rod.
In the dirt, your bones crunched up.

It's not the end, Frank.

Isn't it?

Who's that?

George. Give me a hand, Rod.

You took a long time
coming here.

It's his leg.

Hi, Frank.

Union Steel closed at 98 cents
tonight. I told you to buy.

Overpriced.
Over capitalised.

Can we move this?

Blood pressure.

We made a good dig here.

Antiseptic swabs.

I'd wish they'd give it to you,
but they won't.

Whoever they get in my place,
keep an eye on him.

You know the ground.
Don't let him balls it up.

Syringe.

Alcohol.

Hold his chin back.

Instruments.

Antiseptic.

It wouldn't be any good
to him, anyway.

Antiseptic.

This is just terrible.
Did he say how it happened?

He didn't have the breath left.

Do you know what caused it?

The same as always,
digging for gold.

Yes.

Dr Steyner is here, Mr Hirschfeld.

Okay.

Hello HH,
how are you?

12 men died down that mine
and Lemmer was one of them.

You ask me how I feel?
What the hell happened?

We don't know yet for certain.

What were they doing
at 93 level?

Going toward the dyke.

The dyke?
What the hell was the idea?

I don't know.

You're my Managing Director,
what do you mean?

I can only guess.
Only Lemmer would know.

He's dead and you're guessing.
That's great.

Is my cigar bothering you?

What was he doing
down there?

That's our only clue.

He must've known something was wrong
and went to investigate.

Poor bastard.
With me over 25 years.

I remember the day he started.

See that his wife is okay.
You've got to take care of her.

Best General Manager
in the business.

Yes, he was.

I want a copy of the accident report,
I'm still the boss around here!

I'll see you get it
before I go to London.

Morning.

So, this is it, gentleman,
the big dyke.

An impervious wall
of green serpentine rock

which acts as a natural dam
to what lies beyond.

A vast underground ocean.

If that water is released,
the whole of the Sonderditch mines

would be totally flooded.

You're quite sure about this?

My top geologist, Marais, conducted
a series of probes on the other side

and there's nothing there
but water.

We wouldn't want to find any gold,
would we?

Exactly.

Any dig through the dyke would
release that water under pressure.

Enough to destroy the Sonderditch
and the whole minefield in 24 hours.

The finishing touch to our scheme.

World gold production cut by 30%

and, inevitably,
the price of gold freed.

This flood,
how many men would be drowned?

Well, not many,
only the actual gang working there.

Everybody else would have
some warning.

There'll be a minimum of risk.

Gentlemen, there are 5000 million
dollars at stake.

Of course there are risks.

One of them is
our individual discretion.

We all agree, then?

- Yes. Okay.
- Sure.

As to the financial arrangements...

A masterly exposition, Manfred.
Very discreet too.

What do you mean?

You omitted to mention that
your preliminary drive caved in.

And you lost your nice
cooperative General Manager.

I thought it might have
confused the issue.

You were going to tell me,
of course?

Yes, of course,
over a sherry.

Cheers.
Sorry it's not South African.

What went wrong?

Someone was careless.
It's only a slight delay.

How long?

We'll still make it by Christmas.

You better.

We're all looking forward
to a very prosperous new year.

Hello.

Hello.

Can I help you?

Maybe, I work for you grandfather.
Rod Slater.

Yes. My husband spoke about you.
You're the underground manager.

That's right. I dig it up,
the others bury it again.

In banks.

That one can come off.

Gilbert, Mr Slater would like
to see Mr Steyner.

Thank you, ma'am.
Please come this way, sir.

I'd better not go in with this.

Thanks.

Mr Slater, sir.

Come in, Slater.
Please, sit down.

A drink?

Scotch, if I may, please.

I wanted a chat with you.

I thought it'd be more private,
here in my home.

There are too many rumours
about who's going to replace Lemmer.

I hadn't heard any.

Then you assume
it's going to be Plummer.

He is the senior man.

Yes, but that's the trouble.

He's a little too senior.

I need someone who
knows the operation,

but isn't tied in to the old methods,
the old prejudices.

I'm so tired of hearing
what can't be done...

I'd rather you didn't smoke.

If you don't mind.

The mines are in for a shake-up.

I'm looking for a younger man.

Someone adventurous
to help me do the shaking.

What do you think?

I think you need a younger,
adventurous man.

I've been looking at your record.

You never finished your engineering
degree. Expelled, disorderly conduct.

I finished it
by correspondence course.

Your conduct doesn't matter
when you send your answers by mail.

First mining job,
two charges of assault,

and then you joined us.

Bad record at first,
taking unnecessary risks.

But as underground manager,
you're record has been exemplary.

I must've matured.

But not on the private side,

divorced two years ago,
alimony, 450 rand a month,

a paternity suit by a Miss Johnson
cost you 150 rand a month.

An expensive apartment in Hillbrow,
an expensive car, not paid for.

These are high overheads,
Mr Slater.

So, you're giving me a raise?

No.

But the job of general manager
does carry a higher salary.

Is this an offer,
or just an inquiry?

A little of each.

Of course, I'd have
to get the approval

of the chairman for my nomination.

He doesn't approve of divorced men
who took a correspondence course?

Not necessarily.
It depends.

Depends on what?

On how much I could rely on you.

If you were to become
general manager,

your future would lie with us.
You'd be my man.

I'd have to rely on you.

You could do that.

Good.
I'm glad we talked.

Can you find your own way out
through the garden?

I guess so.
It's the way I came in.

Finished work already?

If you call gardening work.

Anything that involves digging
is work. Mind if I smoke?

Not at all.

Did you have a successful meeting?

Very. If your husband
is as good as his word,

I'm the new general manager.

I imagine Pops will have
something to say about that.

Pops?

My grandfather.

What's so funny?

The chairman of CRC
being called Pops.

I'm the only one
who calls him that.

I bet you are.
I bet you could get away

with a lot no one else
would dare to.

He's cool,
but I think he's right for us.

Hirschfeld will want Plummer.

It's out of the question.

Plummer's too close to him,
he wouldn't make a move

without consulting
with the old man first.

No, I'll have to convince him
about Slater.

I better be going. I hope we see
one another again soon.

Goodbye, Mr Slater.

Mrs Steyner.

Maybe she can help.

Maybe.

Good evening, Mr Slater.

Hey, Rod.

Hi, Tex.

I want you to meet some friends.

Sharon and Danielle.
Rod Slater.

Ladies.

What are you drinking?

Drinks are on me.
Champagne, please.

What's the occasion?

I... just came of age.

I've evolved this barbecue sauce
over many years of experimentation.

It'll grow hair on a doorknob.

Aristide...

I want you to baste those steaks
every 30 seconds, but gently.

Very gently, like oiling
a baby's bottom.

Good evening, HH,
how are you?

Bloody awful.
I feel like a bag of dead mice.

It's those cigars.

You're a doctor of economics,
not medicine. How's Terry?

She's fine. She wants you
to come to dinner next week.

Okay, I'll come Monday.

Would you mind if I used
your washroom?

How come you're always so dirty?

Your office is like an incubator,
you have an air-conditioned car.

All this washing will weaken you.

First time a bug bites you,
it'll wipe you right out.

What are you here for? To talk
business, or wash your hands?

I wanted to talk about
appointing a new general manager.

Plummer's next in line.
He's been with us for 25 years.

Plummer is too old...

He's 12 years younger than I am.

Some men are old at 40.

You'd like me to move over,
you like my office.

Are you sure it's clean enough
for you?

Look, HH, all I care about
is finding the right man.

Someone who'll sit on the place hard,
someone tough.

We both know we need production up
and costs down.

I'd like you to consider Slater.

Who?

Rod Slater, the underground manager.

Why him?

He's tough, energetic.
He knows the job.

I'll not bypass Plummer for him.

I wish you'd please think about it.

Slater is first class and young.

All right I'll think about it,
but not much.

I didn't know you were in, Manfred.

No, don't.
Don't put on the light.

You look so lovely.

I noticed you slipped out.

Teresa, we've not been...
It's been a worrying time.

Lemmer's death,
all the travelling,

and now looking
for a new general manager.

Tell me,
what did you think of Slater?

In what way?

You met him,
what did you think of him?

I didn't.

I've suggested him to HH for the job,
but he's against it.

He's becoming very crusty
in his old age.

I hadn't noticed.

I think Slater is the best man.

It'd take some
of the pressure off me,

give me more time to be with you.

You could help me convince HH
about him.

It's none of my business.

Perhaps, but he listens
to your hunches about people.

Please...
tell HH you liked him.

How many dropouts today?

They're not bad. Only about 10%
are not fit to go under.

Why they'd do it beats me.

For the money, like the rest of us.

I don't want any arguments. I want
the drilling reports by Monday.

Miss Brown, no more calls.
I'm going underground.

You fool, I told you to go left.
You want to ruin my stope?

- No, boss, you...
- Don't argue with me, ignorant...

You leave him.

Why? Is he your boyfriend?

Drop it, Kowalski.

Drop it.

King, take him to first aid.

You vicious bastard.

You hit them
because they can't hit back.

I hit them,
what do you do?

Kiss them.

Kowalski! Kowalski!
Kowalski!

The next time you touch a face
darker than mine, you're out!

How is he?

Nothing broken.

King,

you want to transfer?

Yeah, Jimmy does too.

Tex is looking for a new busboy
go to him. Mario!

Yes, boss.

Take Jimmy too.

I like that.
Thank you, Mr Slater.

This helmet is given in recognition
of courage shown underground

in the saving of human life.

With the helmet, goes a pension
of 120 Rand per annum for life.

While we regret the tragic accident
which cost the lives of our men

and, above all, the loss of our
esteemed colleague Frank Lemmer.

We must pay tribute to those men
whose quick action and resolution

averted further suffering
and distress.

We, of this mine, are especially
proud today to honour a man

whose indescribable courage
will be an example to us all.

For his part in saving three lives,
it's my pleasure to make this award

to John Nkulu,
better known to you as Big King.

Are you staying for the show?

I have to fly to Cape Town.
We can't.

It's years since I've seen it.

Why don't you stay? I'm sure
Mr Slater will look after you.

I'm just sorry
you never come with us.

Do excuse me for a moment.

You do...

I'm sorry.

Aren't you going with your husband?

No, I rarely do.

He goes to meetings all the time.
I get bored.

Terry, I'm going home. I'm too old
to be standing around drinking.

Have you met Mr Slater?

Not lately.

Good evening, sir.

I hear you were a hero too.

Not really, sir.

Modest?

I better be going. Would you mind
seeing if my car is outside?

Excuse me.

You oughtn't to be drinking.

Stop nagging.

It's the first time I mention it.

That's nagging.

You know your husband wants Slater
to be general manager?

If Manfred thinks so,
he must be right for the job.

That's loyalty,
but what do you think of him?

I haven't thought.

But if you did.

He looks like daddy
in his photos.

Mr Hirschfeld, your car is here.

Thank you.
Goodnight, Terry.

You were right about that photo.

You know, Slater, a gold helmet
on you would look flashy.

Goodnight.

Goodnight, Pops.

Home?

Statement or question?

It's still early.

What did you have in mind?

You haven't had dinner.

No.

That's what I had in mind.

Pops would've retired
if my father hadn't died.

He never really got over
his death.

Manfred wants you
to be general manager.

Yes, but he has to convince
your Pops first.

He's pretty good at that.

Do you want the job?

Of course I want the job.
I've been underground long enough.

I need some air.

Do I get your vote of confidence?

Is that why you took me out
to dinner?

Of course.

Goodnight, madam.

Home?

You realise what's happening?

Yes.

It could be dangerous for you.

And you.

No, not for me.
I'm a Hirschfeld.

But it could destroy you.

I'm a Slater
and we're indestructible.

Thank you.

It's big.

I apologise for the mess

I'm not one of the world's
tidiest people I'm afraid.

It's a fabulous view.

One of my quirks.
When I'm not underground

I like to be high up,
the higher the better.

Where's the bathroom?

It's even higher.
One floor up.

First on the left,
top of the stairs.

What would you like to drink?

Champagne, if you've got any left.

Hello.
Yes, who's that?

Fine, fine, you?

Yes, I won't be able
to make it tonight.

No, I'll call you.
Yes, yes, I'll call you.

It's a guy I play poker with.

I'll get the champagne.

I should tell you something,
that wasn't a poker player.

I don't know why I lied,
it's crazy, isn't it?

I suppose I was thinking
that you were thinking

that you were just another girl
I brought up here,

but it's not like that.
I promise you.

Perhaps I shouldn't
have brought you here at all.

Terry...

You'd better not forget this one.

There's no point taking
all those files.

Tell them that as long
as the price of gold is pegged

there's no use squealing
about their dividends.

I've decided to accept Slater
as general manager.

Good.

I hope he's the right man.

But if he's not you'll hold me
responsible.

You bet your ass.

And tell Terry to look in on me
while you're away.

I've polluted the atmosphere,

but as you're going to New York
you should get used to it.

All passengers travelling
to Seoul and New York,

proceed to International Departures
for clearance of passport control.

I should be back in a few days.
I'm sorry you never come with me.

I'm having lunch with Pops tomorrow.

Whatever you said about Slater
worked. He's approved him.

I didn't say anything much.
Slater must be happy.

He doesn't know yet.

Goodbye, my dear.

Goodbye.

Hey, Rod.

Mrs Steyner,
I don't think your husband is here.

He's half way across
the Atlantic by now.

I've got some news for you.

Hop in.

Manfred just told me,
you got the job.

That's what I thought you'd say.
Congratulations.

Thanks.

I guess an apology
is in order for the other night.

That's all right.
Sometimes I scare easily.

Where are we going?

Shouldn't you be celebrating?

With the person who brought me
the good news?

If you've got any
of that champagne left.

Slater is perfect for the job.
He's tough and doesn't mind risks.

He'll cooperate?

The way I plan it, yes.

You see, this is Marais
secret report,

but this is the one
I'll show Slater.

It looks authentic,
but instead of water beyond the dyke

it shows gold.

Ingenious.

They're here, Mr Farrell.

We mustn't keep them waiting.

Thank you.

One thing about being so high up,
it's a long way to fall.

Only if you're careless.

Aren't you going to answer it?

It may be important.
It may be your poker player.

He'll just have to play
alone tonight.

Won't he?

As you all know,
this is our last meeting

before our plan goes
into operation. Mr Steyner.

Gentlemen, we'll start the drive
as soon as I get back.

It'll take ten days
to reach the dyke.

A couple of blasts will see us
through. The rest you know.

The timing is excellent.

It'll happen just after Christmas.
A nice present to us all.

It should shake the markets up.
Now, a few details.

We'll sell our shares
in Sonderditch gradually,

taking care not to depress the market
or arouse suspicion.

Simultaneously, we'll buy stocks
in the gold mines not affected.

The value of our new holdings
will at least treble

after the liquidation
of the Sonderditch.

Wall Street will go wild.

Understand,
no one jumps the gun.

No one.

All that remains now
is for you, Mr Steyner,

to make sure nothing goes wrong.

Will you order now,
Mr Hirschfeld?

No, Ben, I'll wait.
The 20 minutes are not up yet.

By the way, freshen this up.

Pops.

Sorry I'm late.

19 minutes. Never 20,
always 19 or 17 or 18,

but never 20.

20 would just be plain rude.

I should be grateful, your grandma
was always 24 minutes late.

I'd arrive 23 minutes late and
complain I'd been waiting all day.

How are you?

Fine.

You look better than fine.
You look marvellous.

What is it?

Nothing special.

I'm not pregnant
if that's what you mean.

Too bad.
When does Manfred get back?

Tomorrow.

You better not look too good,
he might get suspicious.

I wouldn't trust you
with our cat.

Like a drink?

Wine.

Ben!
Dry white wine.

Rod, do you think I look different?

From what?

From the first time you met me.

More beautiful, but there again
I have that effect on women.

God, you're vain.

Pops has sharp eyes,
he's noticed.

Will Manfred?

He never notices anything except
changes in the stock market.

He doesn't deserve you.

But you do?

I didn't say that.

You know the line,
"Tomorrow never comes"?

It does.
I hate the idea.

Why do you stay with him?

I ask myself that often.

What's the answer?

I don't know.
Different things, the scandal...

I suppose I'm scared.

Maybe it's because
there's never been anybody else.

And now?

I need time to think.

That is usually fatal.

It depends who
you're thinking about.

Bullshit.
There's only water there.

How do you know?

That's what narrow-minded people
have said for years.

It's obvious that it's water
down to 7800 feet,

but below that there's gold.
You'll find it all in there.

Now, Slater,
this is top secret.

If word gets out
there'll be speculation

and I want the company to get
the full benefit of the surprise.

I see now why you needed a younger,
adventurous general manager.

I thought you would.

Did Lemmer know?

Yes.

That's why he was
at the 93 level?

I couldn't afford to let that
come out in the accident report.

But this time we'll be driving
through at 8000 feet.

The going will be easier,
you'll be in charge.

There'll be no accidents.

You believe this is foolproof?

It's the work of experts.

It depends what one thinks
of experts.

What do you think of experts?

They can be right, or wrong,
but they don't do the digging.

No, you do that.
And I rely on you.

Am I being given
written instructions?

It's the general manager's decision
to work certain ground or not.

My promotion has just
been announced, hasn't it?

I'd have a bleak future
if I were fired tomorrow.

I wouldn't put it that way,
but I'm glad that you're a realist.

All right, Slater.

I want you to start straight away
in strict secrecy.

The report estimates
it'll be ten days work

with day and night shifts.

A strike by Christmas will make
a nice present for our investors.

In fact, you might invest yourself.
Give you an added incentive.

Thanks, I'll stick to poker,
it's safer.

Hello, Mrs Steyner.

Hello.

Teresa, you should congratulate
Mr Slater on his promotion.

Yes. Congratulations.

Thank you. If you'll excuse me,
I'll be getting back.

Kowalski.

You and Tex are the best
two rock breakers I've got.

That's why I want you
on this drive.

- Where's the catch?
- You sure are a suspicious bastard.

Now, this is is top secret.

We're going right, slap, bang
through the middle of the dyke

at the 8 level.

Say that again.

- You're crazy.
- For once I agree with you.

We've a report that shows
there's no water, only gold.

A report, well...
What if that report is wrong?

We'll take precautions.
If it's wrong you'll be warned.

If we hit water...

I've thought of that. We'll fill
the walls behind you with explosives.

If anything goes wrong
we'll blast

and seal the whole thing off.

Now, I want a gang day
and a gang nights.

There's a 50% bonus
and a ten day deadline.

Let's flip for it.

Heads.

- I take days.
- I just hope that report is right.

Don't worry.

When you blast through
I'll be there, next to you.

That's a promise.

You better wear your wetsuit.

What do you want?

Your friend Slater is going
to wreck the whole scheme.

He's putting in a safety charge.

It'll block the drive
when they hit water.

Can you cut the wires
at the right time?

Lt'll cost you.

You'll get it.

And get that bastard Slater
out of the way.

How's it going, Tex?

Fine.
Give me some tape.

I'm using half inch yellow cables,
so there's no mistaking circuit D.

Good thinking.
Kowalski can carry on in the morning.

Slater is far more intelligent
than we thought.

We'll keep him out of the way

so he can't put his safety device
into effect.

The problem is how.

He could be... enticed.

Enticed?

Good morning, Rod.

Morning.

Ready for the blast.

Okay, let her go.

Right, lock her in.

She's ready to blow.

Okay, hit it.

- We did five blasts today.
- Well, mother, pin a rose on me!

You did four last night.
What's the matter? Chicken?

That's it.
I'm real chicken shit.

Why complain? We leave more
for you, you make more money.

- You don't like money?
- What I like, I get for free.

Let's get this stuff
out of here.

Tex.

Good.

Don't push it deep, Tex.
The last lot were tickling it.

I've got that bonus
spent already.

Keep it clean, King.

Our German friend has decided
to have an early Christmas.

Please send him his present
ahead of time.

See to it that he delivers
efficiently and on time.

He's nothing if not efficient.

Yes, but I plan
for all contingencies.

We could trust you to take care of
Steyner, couldn't we?

- Trust me?
- Half a millions dollars worth.

- Where?
- Switzerland.

I'm nothing if not trustworthy.

First thing in the morning.
Goodnight.

How's it going?

You'll get your Christmas present.

I want you to stop
when you reach the dyke.

Don't go through
without my specific instructions.

Why?

The timing is important in view
of the stock market reactions.

Excuse me.
Hello.

Rod, I can't make it tonight.
Pops is coming over.

Okay.

But I'll be alone over Christmas.
Manfred's going to London.

Good.
Goodbye.

By the way,
I'll be gone over Christmas.

I'll give you the word
as soon as I get back.

Look what we've got here.

Hello.

We've hit it.

Sure?

It's big, shiny,
green and hard as hell.

Ugly piece of rock.

Clear up and pull out.

Merry Christmas.

Merry Christmas to you, Tex.

Hello.

Hi, it's me.

Who's speaking?

Is Manfred there?

Yes. Good evening, Mr Slater.
He's right here.

It's for you.

Hello.

Very good.

I'll be back after Christmas
and then we'll blast through.

Well done.
Merry Christmas.

What was that about?

It's a present
from our friend, Mr Slater.

Yes?

Hello, Marais.
We're there.

You can send those cables now.

Calling Doctor Steyner
travelling to London

to the first class counter please.

Good morning.

Merry Christmas.

Merry Christmas to you.

Here, I'll take that.

I'm sorry, but I'll make up for it
on New Years eve.

Have a good trip.

Your ticket.
Your boarding card.

Thank you.
Goodbye, dear.

Bye.

50 seconds to blast off.

40.

I don't think I can wait.

Patience is a virtue.
35.

25.

20.

They're 15 seconds early.

They must be on our side.

Hello, Mrs Steyner.
Hello, sir.

Your bags and flight plan
are onboard.

Hank, I'm on my own.

Okay, happy landings.

Okay.

Where to?

It's a magical mystery tour.
For once, someone else is in charge.

Okay, captain.

Park Hotel, Pretoria.

Miss Terry.

It's been too long.
Where have you been?

I've been busy.

New York.
What the hell for?

Joseph, this is Rod Slater.
Joseph Cruper.

Nice to meet you.

Nice to meet you.

Will you get the bags?

He's stone deaf.

Both his eardrums were blown out
by a fire in the 30's.

He looks after the lodge.

Good idea.
I bet he could do with a drink.

Bye, Joseph.

Who does it belong to?
Who does it belong to?

Me.
Pops.

As far as the eye can see?

Right to the edges of the sky.

Pops' private slaughter house.

No, we don't do any killing
except for culling.

I'm glad to hear that.

Watch it, Mr Slater.

I suggest you watch
the road, Mrs Steyner.

It's beautiful.

I have a reservation,
Levinson, P. Levinson.

Sign, please.

Key to 810, please.

I bet you forgot the corkscrew.

I bet you I didn't.

It's right here.

My God.
18 carat.

There's everything here,
isn't there?

Born with a golden corkscrew
in my mouth.

You resent that, don't you?

No, not really.

Maybe I resent the man
who got you.

I married a girl who had nothing
except a lousy temper.

Now she gets a third
of my salary.

Funny old thing, marriage.

I thought we weren't going
to discuss it for six days.

We're not and we'll drink
to that.

Happy Christmas.

Happy Christmas.

Here, Jimmy.

Come on, Jimmy.

- Who likes cake?
- Me!

There's plenty for everybody.

I reckon it's about 200 feet
thick where we've hit it.

Six blasts should do it, right?

That stupid American can't do
six blasts in one night.

- Take that ridiculous hat off.
- I like it.

- How many then?
- Two night shifts.

- What about a day shift?
- With me you've got to be joking.

Yes, I thought as much.

But you'll take care
of the safety fuse.

Here's your fee
and a Merry Christmas.

- What about Slater?
- No bother.

Go and get Santa and I'll tell him
how to get down the chimney.

Here we go.

Shoot, Jimmy.

Three things worry me.

And what are they?

One, your legs are too long
for this bath.

Look where you put
your toes, Mr Slater.

I beg your pardon.

What else worries you?

The second thing that worries me
is that I'm not worried.

Let's drink to that.

A toast.

Bless this ship
and all who sail in her.

To her captain, may he keep
a firm hand on the rudder.

May her bottom
never hit the reef.

May she be torpedoed frequently.

And what's the third worry?

The third worry is Manfred
comes home on Saturday.

We still have five days.

That was a fancy goal
you made today, Jimmy.

Are we going through
the big dyke tonight?

You wouldn't want Kowalski
to get to that gold before us.

I want to tell Manfred
when he gets back.

I thought you might.

You don't want me to.

Yes.

Yes, I want you to. I'm bored
with being general manager.

I thought perhaps
if I told Pops...

He'd wave his wand and overnight
I'd become Manfred Steyner.

No, not that.

Don't you worry.

Somehow, we will manage.

You promise?

Promise.

- What do you say we do six blasts?
- Okay, but we need more dynamite.

Go down to the station
and get three cases.

Maybe we'll go through
and put Kowalski out of work.

Yes, sir.

What are you doing?

Watch out!
Watch out!

Look out!

Help me!

Son of a bitch!

Let's get going
before the rush starts.

All right.
You get started.

Sorry, go on.
All right.

Come on, get down there.

Do they have to walk that slow?

It's a slow game.
Relax.

What the hell is it?

The alarm came from 80 station,
but there's nobody there.

Water.
A flood through the dyke.

Here you are.

Your off, Hurry.

Hey, where are you off to?

I've got trouble.
Get somebody else.

Reports are coming in
of an underground disaster

at the Sonderditch mine.
Full details are not known,

but at least a 1000 men
are believed to be underground.

We'll bring you more details
as soon as we have them.

It's happened.
It's on the radio.

I just heard it.

What happened?

It came in through the dyke.

The dyke?

They were drilling there.

What's going on?

We can't figure it out.

Tex must've had special instructions
from Slater.

Where's Slater?

Nobody knows.

Put a radio call in for Slater.

It'll take about four hours
to flood up to 70 level.

We lose the whole mine.

Yes, and the men.

How many?

About a thousand.

We interrupt this programme
to air an urgent message.

Will Rodney Slater,

the general manager
of the Sonderditch mines,

report immediately to the mine.

We again interrupt this programme
to air an urgent message

for Mr Rodney Slater...

Suppose he hears that.

It wouldn't make any difference.
If they're where I think they are,

it's two hours back and another two
from the airport to the mine.

All right, get the car.

I don't want to miss the finale.

That Slater is a maniac.

You mean, we can't lift a finger
to save this whole mine?

We can save the top levels
by blasting at 78 level,

but that's the end
for anyone alive down there.

How much time have we got?

Three hours at the outside.

Keep broadcasting for Slater.

Fried or scrambled?

Raw.

Raw?

Yes. Better than oysters.
You know why?

Because eggs get laid.

Never hit a man
with an egg in his hand.

I'll swear to God I'll drop it.

Rodney Slater, general manager
of the Sonderditch mine.

Mr Rodney Slater, general manager
of the Sonderditch mine

to report there at once.

It's now feared over a 1000 men
are trapped by the flooding.

Large scale rescue attempts...

Bastard.

Foxtrot Charlie to controller.
Are you receiving me?

Foxtrot Charlie, Johannesburg 95,
go ahead.

This is Rod Slater, general manager
of the Sonderditch.

You've got to get a message
to the mine.

To Jackson, chief electrician.

Tell him the safety device
is operating on yellow circuit D.

Repeat, yellow circuit D.

Foxtrot Charlie, yellow circuit D.
Roger, will do. Over.

Repeat, vital.
Over and out.

I've got to give them
my landing instructions.

To hell with the airfield.
Take me to the mine direct.

You're crazy.
I couldn't land on the mine.

Another excuse to keep me away.

Just what the hell
is that supposed to mean?

You got me out of the way.

You bastard!

I'll stick you right down
on your bloody mine.

...is fading for many of the men
who've been trapped underground

in what's becoming the biggest
disaster in South African mining.

There go stretchers
with the few souls

snatched literally
from a watery grave.

A message, sir.

... where we are standing now,
in savage contrast to the blue sky,

men are fighting for their lives
as the subterranean passages...

That's the end.

I've beaten him.
That's why I've got to see it.

What's on circuit D yellow?

What have you got?

Nothing shows up.

Maybe Rod has got some crazy system.
Pull it anyway.

Like I said, nothing shows.

The South Africa Reserve Bank
has issued a statement

urging foreign governments
to stand firm

until the extent of the disaster
is known.

But this did not deter
speculators

from moving in and forcing
gold prices to record levels.

We now commence our on-the-spot
report from the Sonderditch mine.

Experts have confirmed
that neighbouring mines

are being threatened
by the rising flood water.

The chairman,
the legendary Hurry Hirschfeld

is directing rescue operations.
I'll have a word with him.

Mr Hirschfeld, can you tell me
your plans on how to rescue the men?

There's nothing I can say
except we're doing everything we can.

Nothing more?

We're doing everything we can!
What do you want me to say?

The situation is tense
and nerves grow tense

as the hours tick away
here at the Sonderditch mine.

Stay tuned to this station
for further developements.

That's Terry's plane.

It's the only place to land,
the road.

Haven't you said enough
for one day?

She wants to land.
Clear the road!

Clear the road!

All right, clear the road!

Clear the road there.

Get back everybody, please!

Clear this road, please!
Hurry up.

You didn't think of that.

It's too late.

He can't do anything.
He's too late.

What have you got
to say now, big mouth?

Thanks.
Happy New Year.

You maniac!
You've drowned hundreds of men!

Did you pull the safety?

And nothing happened.

Kowalski cut the safety circuits
this morning.

What were you doing down there?

"Tex said, " " Orders came
from Mr Steyner."

You know where it was cut?

I'm going down,
will you come?

Yes, I'll come.

Glover, get me a rubber dinghy
from the emergency stores.

Jackson, I want a battery igniter,
pliers, gloves, emergency tools.

Right.

- Move it up.
- Give me a hand with this gear.

Let's get going.
It's not a bloody circus.

Pops, you can't let him
go down there. He'll get killed.

Best thing that can happen to him.
Provided he saves the mine first.

Climb down from the 79 level.

Work our way around
until we find the broken circuit.

If it's not under water already.

A dramatic last resort attempt
by general manager, Rod Slater,

to save the trapped men.

We'll bring you more details
as soon as we have them.

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a three year old who liked sweets,

but not brushing her teeth,
lost her first tooth.

She put it under her pillow,
but instead of five cents

the fairies left...

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We'll connect the battery igniter,
move back and then blow it.

I swear he knew nothing about it.

It doesn't matter anymore.

As long as he gets them out.

Hold it there, King!

Pull it, King!

Sonderditch and nearby mines
have fallen

while shares in unaffected gold mines
have soared.

Johannesburg stock exchange has
closed the floor in the interests...

King...

Tie her up.

King,

if you hold the door back, I'll
make the connection from this side.

Okay.

Push it, King!

Hold it there, King!

Now.

King! My arms!

Can you reach the igniter, King?

Can you reach it?

Burn it, King.

Burn it.

For Christ's sake, burn it.

Burn it!

King!

You go, my friend.

King...

King...

King...

He did it!

God.
He didn't? Did he, Pops?

Is he all right?

We don't know yet.

... Slater sealed off the flood tide
with an underground explosion.

We felt the shock here
a few moments ago.

We must hope the men
and the mine have been saved.

Torremolinos had the celebrities,
St Tropez sets the summer scene,

but Villajoyosa on the Costa Blanca
has the escape route to El Dorado.

Here you can sip your sangria,
watching the fishermen as the sun...

Rod.

Slater, you're a maniac.

Okay, put him inside.

We found this down there.

It's King's.

It's gold,
I hate the lousy stuff.

If I could get my arms
out of these things

I'd squeeze the life out of you.

You still can't say it,
can you?

I'll say it for you.

I love you.