Flawless

Waiter!

What's that?

Oh, my god.

Hi.

Madam.

Thank you.

Woman:
Hold on one second.

Well, yes.

Hold on one second.

One second.

Hi. Sorry I'm late.

Cassie Jane, I'm the features

editor at the paper.

We spoke on the phone earlier.

It's, um...

Laura Quinn.

Robin, go ahead.

I got front page?

Perfect. Thanks.

Thanks, bye.

Whoo! We should be careful

what we wish for. Hmm.

Having it all at 25 cannot

be biologically correct.

So, thank you

for contacting us.

As you know, we're

running a series

of features

called "Women Who Led."

All about the everyday women

who back in the late fifties,

the early sixties,

started breaking

the boundaries,

really inventing

the modern woman.

A lot of people who

turned up in our research

turned out to be dead,

but you're...

alive, so that's great.

I, um, I need

to paint a picture.

You're hired by the London

Diamond Corporation.

It's number one in the world.

It is the fifties.

It's a fiercely

male-dominated environment.

You take on the men.

You battle your way up

and become... a manager.

Well, that's not going to

impress anyone these days,

but you were the only female

manager that had ever existed

in that company and I want

to know your story.

You know, I haven't

set foot in this city

as a free woman

in over 40 years.

Really?

It's changed.

It's an exceptional

piece, isn't it?

very rare.

I stole it...

from London Diamond.

Good deal took place

at London Diamond.

It may not be

in your notes.

You've been in prison.

That's where you've been.

Good morning,

gentlemen.

Miss Quinn, good morning.

Good morning,

Miss Quinn.

Good morning,

Miss Quinn.

Good morning, Mr. Hobbs.

Aiming to beat

the sunrise, Miss Quinn?

Literate, Henry.

Literate.

No more blood for diamonds!

I see our fan club

is assembled.

Murderer!

Murderer!

Good morning, Mr. Milton.

Good morning,

Mr. Milton.

Morning, gents.

Good morning.

I'm sure by now

you're all aware...

tensions reached a head

yesterday in Kimstad.

What are

the final figures?

What do you mean?

Dead? How many dead?

A hundred, give or take,

most of them on our pay roll.

It is a cock-up.

Everyone is pointing

their fingers at us.

Christ Almighty!

The whole pissing South

African regime is our fault.

What are the Soviets saying?

I'm afraid the Russians

are leading the charge.

They're pressing

for U.N. sanctions.

They're going to war with us

the week that we are

renewing their contracts.

We don't need

the Russians.

With respect, sir,

if the soviets broke away,

it would be disastrous.

They could align

with Botswana,

Sierra Leone,

or even Angola.

Combined production

would exceed our own.

We would no longer

control global supply.

The cartel collapses

and prices would free fall.

The Russians are paid

well above market.

They won't

break ranks.

In any case, officials from the

Soviet diamond trading organization

are en route

as we speak.

Precisely.

To end our relationship.

Very well.

Now we have two days.

Two days to find

a solution.

Wait, wait, uh, um...

one final item.

I'd like you to join me

in congratulating

our newest

Managing Director,

who, god willing, will keep

us afloat in Cape Town,

Mr. Peter Boland.

Congratulations.

Well done.

I'm speechless.

Boland over you?

The old man

is losing his mind.

No, he's

thinking straight.

In addition to being

several years my senior,

Boland's experience is far

better suited to the position.

Besides, they're doing

me a favor.

Didn't you know cape town's

a furnace in the summer?

Well, I hope that they've got

something better lined up for you.

"Lon Di subsidiaries worldwide, 1,223.

"Female Managing Directors,

"0."

"Don't give up.

"Work harder.

"You will win."

You forgot again.

Lunch?

Lunch?

It's a holiday,

middle of the day,

people meet, unwind,

buy make-up, plot against men.

Oh, it's all the rage.

I'm so sorry.

Look, it's one crisis

after another.

Can we reschedule?

Tuesday it is,

but not with me,

with Kenneth Pearson,

a friend of mine that

would like to meet you.

Judy, it's so kind,

but I really don't like

the name Kenneth.

Don't leave it

too long, Laura.

There won't be

any plots left.

Oh, working late again,

Miss Quinn?

Always the first to arrive

and the last to leave.

Your colleagues must value

your dedication.

What's that bit from

the, uh, from the Bible?

You know, "he who

is last shall be first

"and he who is first

shall be last."

Is that how it goes?

Yeah.

What a load of rubbish.

We all know you

take what you desire.

Fortune favors the bold.

Take those South Africans,

for example.

Do you think we should

hand them their freedom

or let them seize it

for themselves?

Well, that's an interesting

debate, but a dangerous one maybe.

But for my money,

I'd say things are never as

simple as they would seem.

I'm sure

you're right, Miss Quinn.

You're the one with the suit.

Good night.

Good luck.

Living dangerously,

Miss Quinn?

Recklessly, Henry.

Recklessly.

Man:
Something troubling you,

Miss Quinn?

The existing

Russian contract.

I propose

we simply extend it.

I'm sorry.

You've lost me.

Was it not you that

suggested the Russians

were on their way

here to sever all ties?

If we allow the soviets to publicly

disassociate with London Diamond,

let them pound

the table at the U.N.,

denounce racist capitalism

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