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Kendrick Ashtoncroft,
aging ruler of everything
that daylight touches.
And you plan to obtain
the codes how?
That's where you come in,
Miss Quinn.
Until recently, this was
supposed to be a solo operation.
A year ago, quite by accident,
I discovered that Sir Milton kept
the codes concealed in his desk.
Then some months back,
they were gone.
Night after night,
I searched the office,
Why'd you wait?
Why not do it while
you had the chance?
question a thousand times.
I told you, I'm...
I'm not courageous.
But my hesitating
will be your gain.
Will it?
And what will
that require?
Here, proof of conviction.
You are on the, uh,
guest list, are you?
It's business.
I'm expected.
We're entertaining
the Russians.
You suspect he keeps
the codes at home?
On Saturday, go to his study
and look under the center
drawer in his desk.
This is ridiculous.
Say I did find the codes
and you were able to slip in
and out of the vault undetected.
How would you get the
diamonds out of the building?
How much will it hold?
How much would
you like it to hold?
What's the price of revenge?
Difficult, eh?
Each?
They wouldn't even
notice that much.
Well, by then...
I'll be retired and
you'll have been let go.
The same reason
I have to trust you.
We have the same objective.
Oh, you make it all
sound so easy.
Is that a yes?
No, it isn't.
Be sure to wear
something nice.
Good evening, sir.
Come on in.
The Russians here?
To pressurized carbon.
Here here!
Now that's
Sir Clifton Sinclair, our
very own insurance man,
making a rare trip down from
his ivory tower at King's Row.
No doubt losing sleep over our
somewhat top heavy inventory.
Oh, I don't think Sinclair's
the type to lose sleep.
It's rather unnerving
to consider a man
with that history as London
diamond's greatest guarantor.
Ooh, you didn't know.
He was mixed up in all
those insurance scandals
before the national
health service.
Of course, he's
completely innocent,
or he was never prosecuted.
Otherwise, we wouldn't
do business together.
Allow me to present
Vladimir Dmitriev,
head of the Soviet
Diamond Authority.
Mr. Chanson,
my second in command.
How do you do?
And miss
Laura Quinn,
one of our
brightest gems.
Ballet, vodka, diamonds,
to the Russian soul.
And which do you prefer?
Diamonds, of course.
I'll drink to that.
My lord!
And what would you have
done had I said ballet?
I would ask you to dance.
Of course, I have
ulterior motives.
And, um, what makes
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