Entrapment Page #4

GIN:

He left the window open when he came in.

His only mistake.

Cruz is with her now.

CRUZ:

The draft blew over the flowers.

GIN:

Put the bolts on that window under a

scope. I'm betting you'll find wrench

scratches on them.

CRUZ:

Here's a dollar. Buy yourself a cup of

coffee.

GIN:

Keep digging. I'm going to tell you who

did it.

He fishes in his pocket for more money. She hits the remote,

changing the monitor to:

INT. SOTHEBY'S - DAY

The Auction House is filled with buyers.

GIN (V.O.)

Four weeks ago, when our client bought

the painting.

Paintings on the block. We recognize our REMBRANDT.

GIN:

Bathsheba reading King David's letter...

She hits a button. The view SNAPS to tight resolution. The

image of ROBERT MACDOUGAL, 60: tall, wide shoulders, the

build of an ex-sailor and the elegance of a diplomat. Between

him and Cruz is some ancient enmity.

CRUZ:

Robert MacDougal.

He says the name like Ahab when talking about Moby Dick.

GIN:

He marked the buyer, then stole the

painting a month later.

CRUZ:

Look at that smile. I hate that smile.

GIN:

And let's not forget the calling card-

She hits the remote again, back to the crime scene. The image

of Elvis in the Rembrandt frame appears.

GIN:

(continuing)

Elvis has not left the building.

CRUZ:

I don't buy it. MacDougal's a Frank

Sinatra kind of guy. Besides, every art

thief from Oslo to Copenhagen imitates

his m.o.

GIN:

Copies are copies. This is a MacDougal. I

can feel it.

CRUZ:

You can "feel" it.

But it's better than anything else he has, so he reaches for

the phone.

CRUZ (cont'd)

All right. I'll get in touch with London

and Geneva, get Europol and the ALR on

it.

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