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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?
Each?
They wouldn't even
notice that much.
Well, by then...
I'll be retired and
you'll have been let go.
The same reason
I have to trust you.
We have the same objective.
Oh, you make it all
sound so easy.
Is that a yes?
No, it isn't.
Be sure to wear
something nice.
Good evening, sir.
Come on in.
The Russians here?
To pressurized carbon.
Here here!
Now that's
Sir Clifton Sinclair, our
very own insurance man,
making a rare trip down from
his ivory tower at King's 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.
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. Chanson,
my second in command.
How do you do?
And miss
Laura Quinn,
one of our
brightest gems.
Ballet, vodka, diamonds,
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
basically a worthless commodity
would be very bad for his heart.
What am I doing?
I ask myself that
repeatedly.
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.
Is it true he paid 100
pounds to the families
of the miners
who died in protest?
Anonymously.
Pulled the bullets
from the caskets.
Should be a discount
for that.
What sort of man
does such a thing?
A man of conscience.
Miss Quinn:
Mr. Hobbs.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?
Ok.
Man:
Now, if you justlock 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'll they
think up 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,
boardroom, the corridor.
So you'll just have to
reconsider that pension of yours.
All right.
So, fool proof, 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, four off,
in 15-second intervals,
they reappear
in the order they leave.
So each image
is off-screen for...
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 that 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 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.
Evening, Henry.
Albert.
Evening, Miss Quinn.
May I?
What's the word,
Henry?
Ask me again on Friday.
Good night, sir.
Good night.
Ah!
Ah!
Damn it.
Willis.
Hello?
Man:
Halt!I'm afraid
there's a problem.
If you won't mind,
come along with me.
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 sorties have gone home.
Man:
Is he here yet?MKA, is he here yet?
No, sir.
Mr. Jameson, what happened?
What is so important?
Man:
Miss Quinn?Miss Quinn, you in there?
I need not remind you
we're all bound to the
strictest confidentiality.
Under no circumstances
are we to discuss the incident.
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