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Why do you want to steal

from the company?

Who said I did?

Hypothetically.

War and plunder,

the two most reliable

sources of income.

I didn't realize

we were at war.

In six months' time

I shall retire

to a hearty pat on the back

and a not to hearty pension,

a situation

in dire need of attention.

So money, plain

and simple?

Suppose I wanted to do

something for my wife.

Your wife

who died 15 years ago?

The one you're

happily married to?

Lovely. You did

your homework.

I guess you would.

What else

did you uncover?

That you're far

from stupid,

and you were forced to

apprentice under your father,

the one

with the drinking problem.

Oh, yes, married at 21 and years

later when your wife became ill,

you took the night job

at London Diamonds

so you could spend

your days by her side.

You never did use

those qualifications.

Clever, Miss Quinn.

Clever.

How do you know

I won't turn you in?

Are we still speaking

hypothetically?

I mean, what makes you think

you can pull off such a thing?

Well, simply because

I have a plan.

What I propose involves

the least possible risk

because we don't have to

change our normal routines.

Each night at 9:
00...

they lock the front doors,

which means,

that for 10 hours,

no one can go in

or out of the building.

They increase the security

on the main floor

but on the lower floor they

just keep these two guards,

here and here

by the lift,

which is the sole

point of access.

You intend to go

for the vault?

That's where

the diamonds are.

You can't be serious.

Generally, each evening I

start on the fourth floor

and work

me way down, see?

Nice day today.

Once through

the outer floors

I'm escorted

to the sub basement.

The next few hours are

spent on rubbish collection,

mopping, waxing, minor

repair and maintenance.

During that time,

I'll work mostly unattended.

Once an hour or so,

someone checks up on me.

Otherwise, I'm

left entirely to myself.

I mean, in theory,

I could take off all my

clothes and walk around naked.

A frightening thought,

Miss Quinn.

Don't dwell on it.

I'll try not to.

I've saved the vault

hallway for last.

The long corridor that leads

to a circular door,

behind which

lies one of the largest singular

deposits of riches on earth.

For 16 years

I've been working

within a hare's

breath of that door,

and for 16 years I've never

opened it, not once.

You couldn't if you wanted

to, not without the codes.

The codes are changed weekly

and entrusted to only two people.

Mr. Eaton, lifelong company

servant, portrait of reliability.

Rumor has it that the swiss use

his pulse to set their clocks by.

And, of course, Sir Milton

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