All language subtitles for Flawless.2007

( insects chirping )

( theme music playing )

Waiter!

- What's that?
- Oh my God.

Hi.

- Madam.
- Thank you.

( horn honks )

Woman:
Hang on one second.

- ( whispers )
- Woman: Well, yes.

Hang on one second.
One second.

Hi. Sorry l'm late.

Cassie Jay, l'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?
( mouths words )

Perfect. Thanks.

Thanks, bye.

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

Having it all at 25 cannot
be bioIogicaIIy 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 Iate '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.

I, um, I need
to paint a picture.

You're hired by the London
Diamond Corporation.

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

lt'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 l want
to know your story.

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

as a free woman
in over 40 years.

- Really?
- lt's changed.

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

168 carats,

58 facets...

very rare.

l 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, gentIemen.
- 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.
ObIiterate.

No more blood for diamonds!

l see our fan club
has assembIed.

( yelling )

Murderer!

Murderers!

Good morning, Sir Milton.

Good morning,
Sir Milton.

Morning, gents.
Good morning.

l'm sure by now
you're aII 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 fauIt.

What are the Soviets saying?

l'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 wouId be disastrous.

They could align with Botswana,

Sierra Leone
or even Angola.

Combined production
would exceed our own.

We wouId no Ionger
control global supply.

The cartel collapses
and prices would free fall.

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

ln 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.

- ( mumbles )
- Wait wait, uh, um...

one final item.

l'd like you to join me
in congratuIating

our newest
managing director,

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

Mr. Peter Boland.

Congratulations.
WeII done.

l'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,

BoIand'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.

l hope that they've got something
better Iined up for you.

( thinking ) "Lon Di subsidiaries
worldwide, 1 ,223;

female managing directors, 0."

"Don't give up.

Work harder.

You will win."

You forgot again.

- Lunch?
- Lunch?

lt's a holiday--
middle of the day.

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

- Oh, it's all the rage.
- l'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 l really
don't Iike the name Kenneth.

Don't Ieave it
too long, Laura.

There won't be any plots left.

Oh, working late again,
Miss Quinn?

Always the first to arrive
and the Iast to Ieave.

Your colleagues must value
your dedication.

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

You know, "He who
is Iast shaII be first

and he who is first
shaII be Iast."

- ls that how it goes?
- Yeah.

What a load of rubbish.

We aII know you
take what you desire.

Fortune favors the bold.

Take those South Africans,
for exampIe.

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,

l'd say things are never as
simpIe as they seem.

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

Good night.

Good luck.

Living dangerously,
Miss Quinn?

Recklessly, Henry.
ReckIessIy.

( jazz music playing )

Sir MiIton: Something
troubling you, Miss Quinn?

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

l'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 secretIy
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 eIse have
you told about this?

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

ln such a short time.

Laura, is that you?

Harold Reynolds, good God.

GentIemen, this Iady
is the cleverest person

I've ever met--
and she's American.

Ran circIes around
the lot of us at Oxford.

Of course I don't
talk to her anymore.

She turned me down
for dinner three times.

l was just testing his resolve.

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

l'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 l know you're here,
l can sleep a little easier.

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

At AIIied Banking
world domination can also be arranged.

Henry: Earliest and brightest
as usuaI, Miss Quinn.

Oh, l do my best, Henry.

Thank you.

"No, you won't"?

( dramatic music playing )

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

- Mr. Hobbs?
- Yes.

Mr. Hobbs, l'm flattered,
but l'm-- l'm-- l'm really not looking--

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

I'm-- I'm a happiIy married man.
And l wouldn't be so courageous.

l-- l have a proposal
to put to you.

lt's-- it's a trifle.

Just give me
five minutes. Please.

Come and sit.

It's something
l do to get sympathy.

War wound-- the Blitz.

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

Very explosive performance.

Anyway, we both
survived that one,

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

l thought you were
happily married?

Oh, l am, Miss Quinn,

and l always will be.

Are you always in the habit of reading
private correspondence?

Would you hold these
for me, pIease?

Correspondence?

This is more like
a diary of frustration.

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

number of female
managing directors, 0."

That first number is not correct.

lt'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, l-- l 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 dayIight.

I couId have
yourjob for this.

Yeah, and they might
just give it to you.

l know that you've been
passed over six times

in the last three years for someone
Iess quaIified than you.

You know this has
been illuminating,

- but l am really am very very busy.
- Miss Quinn, please.

Please sit down.
Please sit down. Please.

l-- l haven't got
to my point yet.

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

Yes, your ingenious
Russian proposaI.

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

- Shh!
- All: Shh!

l'm only trying to help.

You know,
it's extraordinary

the conversations people will have
in front of the cIeaners.

It's Iike--
like we don't exist.

What conversations?

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

What conversations?

WeII, 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, l 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, l seem to be the envy
of the whoIe restaurant.

You look wonderful.

Well, l heard reinvention
was the latest craze.

Thought l'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 l know nothing about it--
unsoIicited,

- that sort of thing.
- l did.

Look, and l 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.

l 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... l feel stupid now.

l 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.

l'm taking the afternoon off.

( gasps )

- Placed a bet, Miss Quinn?
- Oh, l never gamble.

Not on dogs,
cards or strangers.

You were right.

Was l?

Why do you want to steal
from the company?

- Who said l did?
- Hypothetically.

War and plunder,

the two most reliable
sources of income.

I didn't reaIize.
Are we at war?

( rings )

ln six months' time

I shaII 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 l wanted to do
something for my wife.

Your wife
who died 15 years ago?

The one you're
happily married to?

LoveIy.
You did your homework.

l 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
Iater when your wife became iII,

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
l won't turn you in?

Are we still speaking
hypotheticaIIy?

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

Well, simply because
l have a plan.

What l propose involves
the Ieast possibIe risk

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

Each night at 9:00

they lock the front doors,

which means
that for 10 hours

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
l 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 coIIection,

During that time
l work mostly unattended.

Once an hour or so
someone checks up on me.

Otherwise I'm Ieft
entirely to myself.

l mean, in theory,

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

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

l'll try not to.

I save the vauIt
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
l've been working

within a hair's
breadth of that door

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

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

The codes are changed weekIy
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 soIo operation.

A year ago, quite by accident,

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

Then some months back,
they were gone.

Night after night
l searched the office,

but they never turned up.

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

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

I toId you, I'm--
l'm not courageous.

But my hesitating
will be your gain.

Will it? And what
wiII that require?

Here, proof of conviction.

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

lt's business.
l'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 l 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 wouId
you like it to hold?

What's the price of revenge?

Difficult, eh?

Would £1 million do?

Each?
l should think so.

They wouldn't even
notice that much.

Well, by then...

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

- Why shouId I trust you?
- The same reason l 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?

( classical music playing )

Man:
To pressurized carbon.

Hear hear!

Now that's
a sight worth seeing.

Sir CIifton SincIair,
our very own insurance man,

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

No doubt Iosing sIeep over our
somewhat top-heavy inventory.

Oh, l don't think Sinclair's
the type to Iose sIeep.

lt'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 scandaIs

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
VIadimir 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.

( speaking Russian )

Ballet, vodka, diamonds--

the three things closest
to the Russian soul.

And which do you prefer?

Diamonds, of course.

l'll drink to that.

My Lord!

And what would you have done
had I said baIIet?

l would ask you to dance.

Of course, l have
ulterior motives.

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

l shall miss her.

How's the old man bearing up?

Oh, l expect
he'll outlive us all.

Well, l only ask because
l should think hoarding

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

What am l doing?

l ask myself that repeatedly.

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

Purely by design.

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

Yes, l think l know
what you mean.

At least the evening
is a success.

Your father's spared
no expense.

Never does,
always first class--

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

Yes, he's famous
for his discretion.

ls it true he paid £100
to the famiIies

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 troubIe
with the heat in my office.

Uh, Miss Quinn,
do you want

more or less heat
in your office?

If 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.

l've been with them all morning
showing interest.

- Cameras in the buiIding?
- Yes, inside, outside, halls, lobby.

- ln 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 wiII they think of next?

- ls there any way around them?
- No, absoIuteIy not.

- No?
- There are eight separate cameras

covering the entire sub-basement,

including one dedicated
to the vauIt 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
toId me tonight.

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

l 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 l'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 intervaIs,

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? l'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, l don't have
a problem with that.

With all due respect, Mr. Hobbs,

you can hardly walk,
Iet aIone run.

l'm telling you l can do it.

This has gone too far.

l'm sorry.

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

l beg your pardon.

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

Make no mistake,

l'm going through with this.

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

because you want it
more than l 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,

l'll call the guard station.

That should buy you
at least 30 more seconds.

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

Evening, Miss Quinn.

Evening, Henry.

Albert.

Evening, Miss Quinn.
May I?

- What's the word, Henry?
- Ask me again on Friday.

- Good night, sir.
- Good night.

Ah!

Damn it.

( ringing )

Lewis. Hello.

Hello?

( chatting )

( whispering )

Henry: Hobbs!

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

Open up!

The, uh...

Mr. Lewis, l'm afraid.

God knows what
that man ingests.

Would you mind?

l'll, uh, leave you to it.

- Mr. Hobbs.
- Morning, Miss Quinn.

How are things
this morning, Henry?

ln a word, dull.

- lsn't there a sight next week?
- Fifth Monday.

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

( telephone ringing )

- ls he here yet? MKA-- is he here yet?
- No, sir.

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

- ( pounds on door )
- Eaton: Miss Quinn?

( pounds )

Miss Quinn, you in there?

l need not remind you we're all bound
by the strictest confidentiaIity.

Under no circumstances
will you discuss the incident.

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

- ls that clear?
- Yes, of course.

The eIevator's
the single point of entry,

no underground tunnels,

three narrow ventilation ducts,
aII of which Iead 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 certainIy
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 CIifton SincIair,

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.

ln 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 aII know
Kings Row have been behind

London Diamond
for the last 70 years.

And today is no exception.

With that in mind, l'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?

l will see inside the vault now

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

What have you done?

lt's all in hand,
Miss Quinn.

ln hand?
ln 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.

l suggest we cut this short.

What have you
done with the diamonds?

I want answers
and l want them now.

You're gonna get them
all in good time.

- Oh my God!
- l insist that you remain calm.

What did you say to Finch?

I toId him I went
on shift as normal.

l waxed the floors
for a whiIe.

l 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
l'll be tomorrow.

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

Man: Should you elect
to purchase the goods

you must notify me
by week's end.

lt's my understanding
that specifics

as to the inventory
and the purchase terms

are explicitly set forth
in this letter.

ImportantIy,
l'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 wiII
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.
- ( door opens )

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?

l'm afraid Mr. Boyle has
toId us aII he knows.

Pardon the interruption.

ls there anything further?

l will await your call.

Good day.

The South African Star.

( buzzes )

Get Sinclair back. Now!

( knock on door )

Ah, Miss Quinn, may l?

l'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.

l 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?

lt'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 worId.

lf they were motivated by money,

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

Are you saying it's symbolic?

lt's also known
as the South African Star.

Thank you, Miss Quinn.
That'II be aII 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, l've been having
problems with my radiator.

l asked him if he could
come and Iook at it.

lt's erratic--
temperaturewise.

And did he manage
to solve the problem?

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

Good.
Thank you again, Miss Quinn.

Thank you, gentlemen,
for the instruction.

l'll get back
to you in 24 hours.

Gentlemen, thank you.

- Good morning.
- Miss Quinn, good morning.

You seem bright
and breezy this morning.

l'd like to be given
authority to liaise

with Mr. Finch
on the investigation.

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

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

And?

- Finch was hired by Sinclair.
- WeII, I don't see why not.

There's a whole explosion
of nothing downstairs.

l see the Kings Row
Iawyers are back.

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

Not if Sinclair has
anything to do with it.

He's aIready Iobbied 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 l'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 insoIvent.

No diamonds. No sight.
The worId knows.

All hell breaks loose.

You'll speak to Mr. Finch?

Tell him that
l'll be assisting.

lt's our official
company position.

Well, you seem terribly keen.

Well, my job is at stake.

All of ours are.

AII right.
l'll speak to him right now.

This has just come
through, Mr. Finch.

- Miss Quinn.
- Mr. Jameson may have spoken to you.

Uh, l'm to assist you

in any way l 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 fuII minute.

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

Time enough
to pass undetected.

The Iift 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 usuaI, there were
three trips that night.

ln 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.

( construction noise )

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 sureIy have guessed.

2:00, l 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 pIanet.

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 wiII make it more difficuIt
to apprehend those responsible.

That is your problem, not mine.

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

to tell us which may alter
all our perspectives.

l am now in no doubt that
the crime was perpetrated

by either one or a number
of London Diamond employees.

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

from Sir Milton's residence, most likely
Iast 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 poIiticaI.

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

Now, Mr. Finch, in your opinion, who are
the most IikeIy poIiticaI 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.

OIiver Ashtoncroft,
age 20, arrested at Oxford

whilst attending
a Marxist Leninist rally.

This is ridicuIous.
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?

WeII, 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 l 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

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

Nothing?
l will crush you, Sinclair.

l will take everything you have

and then l 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 worId is?

- And who's really behind this?
- The diamond.

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

You put it in water,
it comes up dry.

Its onIy enemy
is another diamond.

You do know you've rendered
the stones worthIess?

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 taIking.

He wiII find out,
l have absolutely no doubt.

Have you ever thought
about your plans, like?

No, l mean,
when you get your share,

what are you gonna
do with your life?

l 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.

l can negotiate
our way out of this.

I'II go to Ashtoncroft,
offer him the diamonds

in exchange for our freedom
and our siIence.

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.

l'm-- l'm sorry, Miss Quinn.

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

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

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

After aII 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?

l require the money in full.

And yes, they can pay it.

It is preciseIy what
they are insured for.

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

- Oh, is that a fact?
- Oh, it certainIy is.

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

- ls this a bad time?
- No no, not at aII.

lt'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 reaIIy
nothing to worry about.

lt'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?

lt'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, l'm not.

She tire of all
your investigating?

Yes, she did.

l'm sorry.

Here.

Thank you.

Oh, and just one
last thing, Miss Quinn--

l need your assistance
downstairs.

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

Certainly.

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

if this man is lying.

Mr. Hobbs, I beIieve
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?

l 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 deaI of time
devoted to polishing floors.

Well, marble is
very particular, sir.

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

At what time did you tend
to the vauIt 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, l imagine.

l always save the best till last.

Hmm.

Any hobbies, Mr. Hobbs,

leisure-time activities?

Yes, l-- l 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 couIdn't finish it.

You frequent greyhound races.

You like to watch dogs
run around in circles?

And I aIso 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. lt 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 Iost something.

Perhaps if you were to teII me
what it was, l could help you locate it.

- Mr. Finch?
- Yes?

We have something
that may be of interest.

( recorder clicks )

Excuse me.

( men whispering )

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

l will see you later,
Miss Quinn.

ln Ashtoncroft's study
l used a handkerchief,

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

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

Nothing important ever is.

l understand you have
poIiticaI convictions,

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

And l 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.

Is this cause
of yours worth it?

l 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.

lt's worth 100 lifetimes

in jail for me, Miss Quinn.

Someday you will understand.

Maybe it will inspire you

to Iook beyond
these marble walls.

There's a remarkable
world out there.

Oh, and if it's
any consolation,

I never reaIIy
intended to involve you.

( thundering )

Get the forensic
department to verify it.

Yes, sir.

What about the dog track?
Anything?

Yes, um...

this one here.

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

Christ, Hobbs!

How did you do it?

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

Taking on Ashtoncroft
when his back is to the wall

wiII Iead to a bIood-bath.
Someone's going to be ruined.

- And what about Finch?
- He says he has some leads.

l 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
l 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, l will dedicate
my remaining years

on this earth

to ruining
every last one of them.

Tell them that,

word for word.

( thunder rumbling )

( telephone rings )

Woman:
"London Evening News."

Put me through
to the news desk, please.

l was looking for you.

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

( jazz music playing )

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."

lt turns out she was right.

We're the same, you and l--
outsiders, Ioners.

We could almost be brilliant.

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

Absolutely nothing.

Man:
Anything else, sir?

- ( knock on door )
- Come in.

Sir, the press
are outside.

The press?
What do they want?

l'm not sure, sir.

l'll speak to them.

( reporters clamoring )

Ladies and gentlemen,
ladies and gentlemen, please.

Sir MiIton Ashtoncroft is
not available at the moment.

( reporters yelling )
Sir Milton! Sir Milton!

So, Miss Quinn...

Remove £100 miIIion
of diamonds past cameras,

walls of steel, security guards
and seaIed doorways?

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

I wish I couId heIp you,
but l'm really not that clever.

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

You couId Iook
after their new cartel

once Lon Di hits the scrap heap.

Do l appear so diabolical?

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

You must be mistaken.
I never gambIe.

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?

l 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 l've
committed no crime.

Perhaps l haven't arrested you
because l'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 aII right?
- l'm afraid not, madam.

The board are reconvening
back at the office.

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

( sobbing )

Shit.

Ohh.

( grunting )

Hobbs:
Aren't you a picture?

Clever girl, eh?

Filthy, but clever.

Ashtoncroft's dead,

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

I'm going back
and telling them everything.

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

You see, the deadline
for the ransom's

in about an hour

and l'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 wiII,
l'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 l ever tell you how she died?
- Cancer.

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

but it had been caught earIy
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 toId her

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

So we pIeaded
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.

- lt's Sinclair.
- Yeah.

At that time Clifton Sinclair
was the biggest seIIer

of private hospitaI poIicies
to the British underprivileged.

And he used that money
to estabIish himseIf...

As London Diamond's largest
insurance underwriter.

lndividual participants
in Kings Row syndicates

are liable

to the fuII extent
of their private wealth.

- ( door sIams )
- What is the meaning of this?

What the heII
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?
- ln case you didn't know, we own

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

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

have to come up
with a quick settlement.

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

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

pending an immediate
settlement of the claim

- which l 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 wiII 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 l truly loved.

Mr. Hobbs, this was for her.

No.

l did it for me.

( gunshot )

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.

( grunting )

Ugh!

Location of the inventory list.

What does it say?

WouId you caII
security, please?

- l don't understand.
- Blank!

What the hell is
that supposed to mean?

l 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?

l'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
hoIding the gun.

Life is for living.

lt's there for the taking.

Grant yourself no regrets.

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

( clicks )

lt was never loaded.

lt doesn't matter now.

All done.

- Workmen: All right, as we go.
- Watch your step.

- How many more?
- Steady.

Depends on exactIy
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?

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

We didn't find prints
on Sir MiIton'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...

l 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 aII-round
experience, you are...

perfectly situated to do so.

Goodbye, Miss Quinn.

lt 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.

l was more fortunate.

Dmitriev: We Iook 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 l was
passed over again

and tendered my resignation
the foIIowing day.

Cassie Jay: Well, forgive me
for being sensationaI,

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

Mr. Hobbs?

WeII, Mr. Hobbs--
well, we never spoke again,

but l 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?

l hope you're inspired.

l 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.

l discovered the world

and through it,
l discovered myself.

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

lt's taken me 40 years.

And just today...

today l gave away
the Iast penny.

l'm free at last."

God damn it.

"Except...

except for that jewel
that you held in your hand.

That l've been saving
for a rainy day.

Or perhaps...

or perhaps it's
the last little piece

of vanity that l have left."

( jazz music playing )

( theme music playing )