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you think I don't?

I shall miss her.

How's the old man

bearing up?

Oh, I expect

he'll outlive us all.

Well, I only ask because

I should think hoarding

basically a worthless commodity

would be very bad for his heart.

What am I doing?

I ask myself that

repeatedly.

Sorry.

I didn't see you.

Purely by design.

You've stumbled into my lair,

my sanctuary of sorts.

Yes, I think I know

what you mean.

At least the evening

is a success.

Your father's spared

no expense.

Never does,

always first class,

so long as it's discreet

and doesn't attract attention.

Yes, he's famous

for his discretion.

Is it true he paid 100

pounds to the families

of the miners

who died in protest?

Anonymously.

Pulled the bullets

from the caskets.

Should be a discount

for that.

What sort of man

does such a thing?

A man of conscience.

Miss Quinn:
Mr. Hobbs.

I'm having trouble with

the heat in my office.

Uh, Miss Quinn,

do you want...

more or less heat

in your office?

If we do this, I want

to know every last detail.

Understand?

Ok.

Man:
Now, if you just

lock it off under there.

We have to call it off.

They've installed

security cameras.

Closed Circuit Television

monitoring everything.

I've been with them all

morning showing interest.

Cameras in the building?

Yes, inside, outside,

halls, lobby.

In the vault?

No, but

the vault corridor.

They don't want

security guards staring

at mounds

of diamonds all day.

Can you blame them?

Oh, security cameras,

goodness gracious.

What'll they

think up next?

Is there any way

around them?

No, absolutely not.

No?

There are eight

separate cameras

covering the entire

sub basement,

including one dedicated

to the vault corridor.

The cameras link

to the guard station,

and Eaton has a man on watch 24

hours a day, seven days a week.

Basement's here.

We've got reception,

boardroom, the corridor.

So you'll just have to

reconsider that pension of yours.

All right.

So, fool proof, eh?

And you came all the way

over to the wrong side

of town to tell me...

when you could've

told me tonight.

You've seen a way,

haven't you?

I have not, Mr. Hobbs.

Your tenacity reminds

me of my wife.

Why are you being

so persistent?

Because I hate

English winters.

Now, tell me how

it can be done.

All right. There's

one possibility,

but I'm telling you,

it won't work.

Although there are eight

cameras in the sub basement,

only four images are on

screen at any one time.

Four on, four off,

and since the images cycle

in 15-second intervals,

they reappear

in the order they leave.

So each image

is off-screen for...

Yeah, 60 seconds,

but that's not enough time.

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