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three trips that night.

In each instance the lift

returned at once to the main level.

So the lift was never

stationary long enough

in the sub basement to load

the contents of the vault.

That's right.

You may need these.

Excuse me.

Steel, three inches thick,

floor, ceiling, walls.

But to get the diamonds out

they must have penetrated

it somewhere.

No forced entry.

They knew

the combination.

So, all things

considered, Mr. Finch,

what conclusions

have you arrived at?

Isn't it obvious what conclusions

I've arrived at, Miss Quinn?

A woman of your intelligence

must surely have guessed.

we're expected upstairs.

A stop gap to restore diamond

inventories to an acceptable level.

Five million pounds.

That is what you've

come up with, eh?

Financing the stones

is impossible.

You control all the major

trading centers across the planet.

When the first

diamond turns up,

within hours

you'll get the rest.

Sinclair, we are the sole supplier

of diamonds to six continents.

Any hint we can no longer

supply would be catastrophic.

Money is no substitute

for diamonds.

Miss Quinn is here

with Mr. Finch, sir.

Well, paying the ransom

won't guarantee

your diamonds back and will

make it more difficult

to apprehend

those responsible.

That is your problem,

not mine.

Now, Mr. Finch.

I believe Mr. Finch

has got something

to tell us which may

alter all our perspectives.

I am now in no doubt that

the crime was perpetrated

by either one or a number

of London Diamond employees.

I believe also that

the perpetrator obtained

the codes to the vault

from Sir Milton's residence,

most likely on the evening of

last Saturday during a party.

A team has been sent over to

the house to dust for prints.

Mr. Finch, you said

that you deemed

the motive for the

robbery to be political.

Were it a crime for profit,

a single handful

of diamonds would do.

Now, Mr. Finch,

in your opinion,

who are the most likely

political factions?

The Soviets and the South

African rebels would top the list.

And are there any

members of personnel

in London Diamond

who might be associated

with, uh, these

political factions?

Well, there was one name

that came to the surface.

Ahem.

Oliver Ashtoncroft, age

whilst attending a

Marxist Leninist rally.

But this is ridiculous.

That was nearly

two decades ago.

Just because I don't

advocate everything

that goes on

at this company

does not make me

a communist or a thief.

That is enough!

You really have sunk

to the dregs this time, eh?

Well, I'm sorry,

but unless we can remove

even the slightest

hint of fraud,

King's Row will not even

consider full settlement.

Sinclair, as the syndicate's

largest underwriter,

you stand to lose a great deal

of your ill gotten fortune.

Or do I overstate?

Ill gotten? Well,

now that is rich,

coming from a de facto dictator

of an entire slave nation.

For 30 years

we have paid you

inordinate sums of money

for your security.

We have done so

in the hope that one day

we may receive

something in return.

Well, that day has come,

Sinclair, and what, eh?

Nothing.

I will crush you, Sinclair.

I will take

everything you have.

And then I will piss

on your f***ing grave.

How'd you do it, Mr. Hobbs?

How'd you get them out?

Do you know what the hardest

substance in the world is?

And who's really

behind this?

The diamond.

You rub it with a cloth,

it lets off a charge.

You put it in water,

it comes up dry.

Its only enemy

is another diamond.

You do know you've rendered

the stones worthless?

All of them.

They can't be sold.

London Diamond's

the only buyer on earth.

Precisely!

And to that end

we have demanded a ransom.

We? No,

there is no "we."

They won't pay.

They couldn't

if they wanted.

There's no money.

And that investigator finch,

he saw us talking.

He will find out.

I have absolutely

no doubt.

Have you ever thought

about your plans, like?

No, I mean,

when you get your share,

what you gonna

do with your life.

I mean, are you gonna

be a giver or a taker?

Why, you stupid,

old man!

Wake up!

Don't you understand?

That the only life for us

is one behind bars.

Ok, look.

I can negotiate

our way out of this.

I'll go to Ashtoncroft.

Offer him the diamonds

in exchange

for our freedom

and our silence.

He'll... he'll

accept the deal.

His terror of publicity

will see to it.

All you have to do is tell

me where the diamonds are.

I'm... I'm sorry,

Miss Quinn.

I... I'd like to help, but

I do not intend to negotiate.

Well, then I have no option

but to turn myself in.

Oh, really?

Is that what you're

gonna do, eh?

After all these years

clawing your way up,

laughing at men's jokes,

subservient, neglecting

your opportunities,

giving up on love,

no time for the simple,

the decent.

Doing all the dirty work,

you're really going to throw

all that away just to spite me?

I require the money in full.

And yes, they can pay it.

It is precisely what

they are insured for.

As you wish.

Then I shall find

the diamonds myself.

Oh, is that a fact?

Oh, it certainly is.

I shall find the diamonds.

Make no mistake

about it.

Is this a bad time?

No, no, not at all.

It's just a formality,

you understand?

And we have requested

the same from all employees

who were present

a Sir Milton's party.

A set of fingerprints?

Of course.

May I?

There's really

nothing to worry about.

It's simply to rule you out

conclusively from our investigations.

Sorry, it's quite

warm in here.

Isn't it?

Now, if you'll

allow me.

Are you really considering

Ollie to be your prime suspect?

What? Mmm.

Wouldn't you say he had the greatest

facility to obtain the codes?

But does

he have the courage?

The requisite spine

of ambition?

It's hard to imagine anyone

capable of so audacious a crime.

Audacious

or just ambitious?

Ambition is something you

understand, Miss Quinn.

No longer married,

Mr. Finch?

No, I'm not.

She tire of all

your investigating?

Yes, she did.

I'm sorry.

Here.

Thank you.

Oh, and just one

last thing, Miss Quinn.

I need your assistance

downstairs.

Could you? It's just

a matter of a few minutes.

Certainly.

Now, I want you to tell me

in your opinion, Miss Quinn,

if this man is lying.

Mr. Hobbs, I believe

you know Miss Quinn.

Uh, third floor, second

office from the lift, yes.

She's been kind enough to

act as my second set of ears.

Uh, are we still discussing

Tuesday night, sir?

I would like to revisit

the period

in the sub basement

from 3-6:
00 a.m.

Three hours.

The bulk of which

is unaccounted for.

The nature of my job,

sir, is somewhat solitary.

Now, you stated earlier

these hours were spent

waxing and polishing floors.

Yeah, mostly. Yeah.

That's a great deal of time

devoted to polishing floors.

Oh, marble is very

particular, sir.

It requires a certain type of

polish and a lot of time to set.

At what time did you tend

to the vault corridor?

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