Flawless Page #2
I 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,
only to find out that my wife
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
your job 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 their cleaners.
It's like...
like we don't exist.
What conversations?
Well, I'm not a 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 end
of the whole restaurant.
You look wonderful.
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 mines 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, I... 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 I?
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
we were 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,
the one
with the drinking problem.
Oh, yes, married at 21 and years
later when your wife became ill,
you took the night job
at London Diamonds
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?
I mean, what makes you think
you can pull off such a thing?
Well, simply because
I have a plan.
What I propose involves
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
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.
Once through
the outer 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'll 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've saved the vault
hallway for last.
The long corridor that leads
to a circular door,
behind which
lies one of the largest singular
deposits of riches on earth.
For 16 years
I've been working
within a hare's
breath 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.
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,
Why'd you wait?
Why not do it while
you had the chance?
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