The Wilby Conspiracy Page #5

Is that where they are,|down in some mine?

- I'm not at liberty to tell you, my dear.|- Political intrigue, revolution.

You're all idiots! The lot of you!

Why can't we simply and logically divide|the diamonds and go our separate ways?

London...

...a dental office all steel and glass|and waxed floors...

...where a girl like me has a future.|- Forget it.

The police have us under|intensive surveillance.

I was right, wasn't I?|You and Horn, you made a deal.

I had to. He can pick us up|any time he chooses.

And he chose the time after|we bring up the diamonds?

As we head for the border, yes.|That's the plan.

I don't know the details, I'm afraid.

I know one of them.|Shooting me while trying to escape.

Then forget the bloody diamonds!

- It's all the same to me!|- But not to me.

We have got to have those diamonds.

- Horn will be waiting for us at the border.|- Yes.

That is as we expected.

So we have a plan.

But don't ask me what it is.|If they twist your wrists...

...you'll sing them the whole song.|- Why, the bloody...

Now, gentlemen, please!|I abhor violence.

We will get to this later, I promise you.

Right now we have to bring up|those diamonds.

And it's not "we," is it?|It's me.

I'm the one putting his neck|on the line for your diamonds.

And I intend to hang on to them|for a while.

- What's "a while"?|- Until we are safely across the border.

- They are my accident insurance.|- Against what?

Against being left behind by you and|the politically aware Indian dentist here.

All right.

If you can bring up the diamonds.

- Rina can get us out of the country.|- Rina?

- In your husband's new airplane.|- My husband? You must be crazy.

He'd give you up without a thought.

Not if we armed you with some|of the information we have on him.

No, Blane is a dangerous man,|and I certainly don't...

He will listen hard to what you have to say.

- What do you mean?|- We know things about him...

...that had you known,|you never would've married him.

- Now, you will call him.|- Oh, how jolly! A piece of cake.

"Hello, Blane, Rina here. Do be a sport|and fly me and my lover...

...and a mixed bag of friends|out of the country.

Oh, by the way, the police are after us,|and we're all fugitives. Bye."

I like to think Rina will call, not you.|She will handle it differently.

- How? I'd like to bloody know how.|- Well, it's like... Like this:

You are an engineer and she is a woman.|You each have your own speciality.

It all sounds like great fun,|especially the illegal border crossing.

Please, I'm in desperate trouble.

- Lf you ever loved me...|- I still do.

- Good, I was counting on that.|- Unfortunately I've made other plans...

...for my life, which don't include|being shot down...

...and"l"or spending the next|25 years in prison.

Therefore, in love or out, I decline.

That's too bad.

Our divorce next month|can be civilized or damn messy.

I.e., I've names, dates and addresses|of your hash suppliers.

What you consider a social smoke|could be turned into a major scandal...

...in the Johannesburg papers.

You'd be termed a dope fiend.

Your hunting trips to Mozambique consist|of bedroom forays with black girls.

- I thought you were a liberal.|- I am, but your father isn't.

He's had you up to here.

Goodbye, allowance. And you'd be|out of his will.

- You'd do that to me?|- Lf you refuse to fly us out, yes.

- And if I do, what's in it for me?|- Me.

Why didn't you say that in the first place?

This is a model of the sinkhole,|built out of dental plaster.

- Is that where they are, the diamonds?|- Yes, 71 meters down.

- Do you know about sinkholes?|- Only what I've read in books.

They are great bottomless pits|which open without warning.

This one is not great or bottomless.|I plumbed it myself this afternoon.

What a loss to geology|when you chose jail instead.

- Stop it, Keogh.|- His plumb line is not the bottom.

It's merely a point where enough rubbish|has collected to block the hole.

Any slight disturbance and bang,|it's a clear drop, a deathtrap.

You won't get down there|with a rope or a rope ladder.

- The only possibility...|- Is to move down vertically.

Suspend a man at the very center|and then lower him by a winding system.

- You've done your homework.|- I've thought of nothing else for 10 years.

That says something about his dentistry.

You have to build a shear-legged tripod...

...with its vertex|over the center of the hole.

heavy steel cord...

You need a hell of a lot of hardware.

You're certain our message|got off to Wilby?

Oh, yes, have no fear.

I've entrusted it to the fleetest man|in our party.

It is heartwarming to work in|an atmosphere of mutual trust, boss.

You asked for it, boy.

Let us review the signals:

One tug on the rope means pull up slowly.

Two tugs means stop.|Three tugs, emergency.

Give me that lamp.

Take the strain, slowly.

A bit more.

Throw the shovel down.

- Throw the shovel down.|- I have thrown the shovel down.

- Okay.|- Right.

Hold it!

I found them!

Mukerjee, bring him up!

You are determined to give the diamonds|to those black terrorist thugs.

Those black terrorist thugs,|as you call them...

...are the best and only hope|for South Africa.

Yes, and when the black|fight the white...

...you know who will lose.|We Indians.

Oh, for shame, Persis.|How parochial.

If the emerging nations of the Third World|are to abolish imperialism...

...colonialism, racism...

- Where did you get that gun?|- Where you left it, in the sterilizer.

And I don't give a tuppenny damn|about emerging nation.

I want those diamonds.

And a new life.

I'm deadly serious, Mukerjee.

Pull me up!

- Pull me up!|- Mukerjee!

- Keep going!|- Just a minute.

Dear Persis.

Don't be a child. Give me that gun.|You wouldn't shoot me.

You wouldn't...

Hold it!

- Mukerjee, hold it!|- Stop it!

Mukerjee!

- For chrissake, let me down!|- Mukerjee!

Down 10 feet!

Mukerjee!

- Tell Mukerjee to lower him.|- That will be difficult.

Mukerjee's dead.

- What happened?|- This is what happened.

I've just killed Mukerjee.

And I won't hesitate to kill you.

Toss me the diamonds,|and you can join Rina.

Don't, and you get flushed|like a cigarette butt down the loo.

Shack, don't play the hero|with my life!

Throw me the diamonds.

- Is that what we are looking for?|- Yes, it is.

Rina should be waiting.

Border police.

Back up.

Bastards ducked out of sight,|that's a guilty conscience in my book.

Border police, miss.|Stop at once!

Ready, now!

Take over.

Turn around.

Eleven minutes.

- He'll wait.|- He won't!

- It's only two kilometers away, let's run.|- In 10 minutes?

Come on!

- Lf he doesn't wait, we're trapped.|- Stop talking and run, goddamn it!

There he is.|Oh, God, are we gonna make it?

I'll hold him till you get there.

Take your coat off, it'll be easier.

- He's killing the bloody pilot.|- I can't run any further.

I'll come back for you.

Gentlemen!

It's halftime.

- Had a change of heart, Van Niekirk?|- Just that.

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