Thick As Thieves Page #2

some other time.

- When, some other time?

- I'll call you.

But you don't have my number

or know my name or anything.

I guess that could be a problem.

Gabriel.

- Oh, sh*t!

- Are you with him?

I don't know.

Should I? More or less.

Ahh... yes, I am.

What'd you want?

Can't I bring my goddaughter

a birthday present?

My birthday was last month.

It was two weeks ago

and I'm sorry it's late.

Alex, it's just a present.

No strings.

No thanks.

Well, it was nice

to have almost met you, Gabriel.

- Gaby.

- Gaby.

It's a shame you don't keep

a higher class of company.

- Don't even think about it.

- Think about what?

You go anywhere near her.

I'll rip your heart out. I mean it.

It looks like it's your heart,

she's not so fond of.

You were warned.

Let's go.

I thought you said

the target was Romanov's.

- This is research.

- Research?

Oh, wow!

They're absolutely stunning.

They are.

Between 1885 and 1916...

Faberg produced 50 of these

Easter eggs for the Empress...

and her daughter-in-law,

the Czarina Alexandra.

Should I take notes?

Will there be a quiz?

No quiz but there will be a test.

Okay... the Fabergs are all made

of precious metals and fine jewels.

- Every one a unique masterpiece.

- Indeed.

Most are on display in the Kremlin.

The rest in private collections,

museums... or lost.

In this case, at Romanov's.

Who is your buyer?

You don't want to know.

Oh, I'm stealing 40 million dollars

worth of eggs so I want to know.

I also want to know

why these particular eggs...

are even worth 40 million dollars.

Because no one knows they exist.

Oh.

- The so-called mystery eggs?

- Mm-hm.

Yeah, I've heard rumours,

but I thought it was just a myth.

Last year, they turned up...

at Romanov's.

So how do you know this?

I was partners with a man named

Victor Korolenko... Alex's father.

He was in tight with the Russians.

What they knew, he knew.

So, why aren't you

pulling this job with him?

Let's just say

he's no longer around.

Leave it at that.

He's gone.

You're here.

Now we just have to deliver.

- Ripley...

- Hmm?

Why?

Why risk your freedom at all?

This will not be

anything close to easy.

You are not in jail in the present.

- Are you not comfortable?

- I'm never comfortable.

Some people

were born to compose music.

Others to split the atom.

I was born to steal sh*t.

Hold out your hand.

Hand?

That coin was given to me by Victor

when we became partners.

The coin represents

a Russian phrase.

"Vorovoslky mlr".

Loosely translated, thieves' world.

Victor belonged to it.

Now...

you belong to it.

Psst... Hey!

You misunderstand.

Ripley's just... huh, business.

This is... huh...

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