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his death.

Manfred wants you

to be general manager.

Yes, but he has to convince

your Pops first.

He's pretty good at that.

Do you want the job?

Of course I want the job.

I've been underground long enough.

I need some air.

Do I get your vote of confidence?

Is that why you took me out

to dinner?

Of course.

Goodnight, madam.

Home?

You realize what's happening?

Yes.

It could be dangerous for you.

And you.

No, not for me.

I'm a Hirschfield.

But it could destroy you.

I'm a Slater

and we're indestructible.

Thank you.

It's big.

I apologize for the mess

I'm not one of the world's

tidiest people I'm afraid.

It's a fabulous view.

One of my quirks.

When I'm not underground

I like to be high up,

the higher the better.

Where's the bathroom?

It's even higher.

One floor up.

First on the left,

top of the stairs.

What would you like to drink?

Champagne, if you've got any left.

Hello.

Yes, who's that?

Fine, fine, you?

Yes, I won't be able

to make it tonight.

No, I'll call you.

Yes, yes, I'll call you.

It's a guy I play poker with.

I'll get the champagne.

I should tell you something,

that wasn't a poker player.

I don't know why I lied,

it's crazy, isn't it?

I suppose I was thinking

that you were thinking

that you were just another girl

I brought up here,

but it's not like that.

I promise you.

Perhaps I shouldn't

have brought you here at all.

Terry...

You'd better not forget this one.

There's no point taking

all those files.

Tell them that as long

as the price of gold is pegged

there's no use squealing

about their dividends.

I've decided to accept Slater

as general manager.

Good.

I hope he's the right man.

But if he's not you'll hold me

responsible.

You bet your ass.

And tell Terry to look in on me

while you're away.

I've polluted the atmosphere,

but as you're going to New York

you should get used to it.

All passengers travelling

to Seoul and New York,

proceed to International Departures

for clearance of passport control.

I should be back in a few days.

I'm sorry you never come with me.

I'm having lunch with Pops tomorrow.

Whatever you said about Slater

worked. He's approved him.

I didn't say anything much.

Slater must be happy.

He doesn't know yet.

Goodbye, my dear.

Goodbye.

Hey, Rod.

Mrs. Steyner,

I don't think your husband is here.

He's half way across

the Atlantic by now.

I've got some news for you.

Hop in.

Manfred just told me,

you got the job.

That's what I thought you'd say.

Congratulations.

Thanks.

I guess an apology

is in order for the other night.

That's all right.

Sometimes I scare easily.

Where are we going?

Shouldn't you be celebrating?

With the person who brought me

the good news?

If you've got any

of that champagne left.

Slater is perfect for the job.

He's tough and doesn't mind risks.

He'll cooperate?

The way I plan it, yes.

You see, this is Marais

secret report,

but this is the one

I'll show Slater.

It looks authentic,

but instead of water beyond the dyke

it shows gold.

Ingenious.

They're here, Mr. Farrell.

We mustn't keep them waiting.

Thank you.

One thing about being so high up,

it's a long way to fall.

Only if you're careless.

Aren't you going to answer it?

It may be important.

It may be your poker player.

He'll just have to play

alone tonight.

Won't he?

As you all know,

this is our last meeting

before our plan goes

into operation. Mr. Steyner.

Gentlemen, we'll start the drive

as soon as I get back.

It'll take ten days

to reach the dyke.

A couple of blasts will see us

through. The rest you know.

The timing is excellent.

It'll happen just after Christmas.

A nice present to us all.

It should shake the markets up.

Now, a few details.

We'll sell our shares

in Sonderditch gradually,

taking care not to depress the market

or arouse suspicion.

Simultaneously, we'll buy stocks

in the gold mines not affected.

The value of our new holdings

will at least treble

after the liquidation

of the Sonderditch.

Wall Street will go wild.

Understand,

no one jumps the gun.

No one.

All that remains now

is for you, Mr. Steyner,

to make sure nothing goes wrong.

Will you order now,

Mr. Hirschfield?

No, Ben, I'll wait.

The 20 minutes are not up yet.

By the way, freshen this up.

Pops.

Sorry I'm late.

19 minutes. Never 20,

always 19 or 17 or 18,

but never 20.

20 would just be plain rude.

I should be grateful, your grandma

was always 24 minutes late.

I'd arrive 23 minutes late and

complain I'd been waiting all day.

How are you?

Fine.

You look better than fine.

You look marvelous.

What is it?

Nothing special.

I'm not pregnant

if that's what you mean.

Too bad.

When does Manfred get back?

Tomorrow.

You better not look too good,

he might get suspicious.

I wouldn't trust you

with our cat.

Like a drink?

Wine.

Ben!

Dry white wine.

Rod, do you think I look different?

From what?

From the first time you met me.

More beautiful, but there again

I have that effect on women.

God, you're vain.

Pops has sharp eyes,

he's noticed.

Will Manfred?

He never notices anything except

changes in the stock market.

He doesn't deserve you.

But you do?

I didn't say that.

You know the line,

"Tomorrow never comes"?

It does.

I hate the idea.

Why do you stay with him?

I ask myself that often.

What's the answer?

I don't know.

Different things, the scandal...

I suppose I'm scared.

Maybe it's because

there's never been anybody else.

And now?

I need time to think.

That is usually fatal.

It depends who

you're thinking about.

Bullshit.

There's only water there.

How do you know?

That's what narrow-minded people

have said for years.

It's obvious that it's water

down to 7800 feet,

but below that there's gold.

You'll find it all in there.

Now, Slater,

this is top secret.

If word gets out

there'll be speculation

and I want the company to get

the full benefit of the surprise.

I see now why you needed a younger,

adventurous general manager.

I thought you would.

Did Lemmer know?

Yes.

That's why he was

at the 93 level?

I couldn't afford to let that

come out in the accident report.

But this time we'll be driving

through at 8000 feet.

The going will be easier,

you'll be in charge.

There'll be no accidents.

You believe this is foolproof?

It's the work of experts.

It depends what one thinks

of experts.

What do you think of experts?

They can be right, or wrong,

but they don't do the digging.

No, you do that.

And I rely on you.

Am I being given

written instructions?

It's the general manager's decision

to work certain ground or not.

My promotion has just

been announced, hasn't it?

I'd have a bleak future

if I were fired tomorrow.

I wouldn't put it that way,

but I'm glad that you're a realist.

All right, Slater.

I want you to start straight away

in strict secrecy.

The report estimates

it'll be ten days work

with day and night shifts.

A strike by Christmas will make

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