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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.

Hirschfield 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.

Ah, 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 honor 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, huh?

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. Hirschfield, 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

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