The Good Thief Page #3

- Ah.

Let me start again.

The Casino Riviera

has been refurbished.

New owner.

Funded by a Japanese bank.

- So?

- So they're taking it upmarket.

They want to attract

a new class of customer.

- How do they do that?

- Art.

- Art?

- Paintings. On the walls.

- Remember the '80s, Bob?

- No.

The Japs had so much cash

they couldn't spend it.

- They bought... Yeah.

- Art.

Picasso, Modigliani, Czanne...

At prices you can't imagine.

So, to recoup their investment,

they hang it on the wall of the casino.

- And you want to lift...

- F*** the safe!

The paintings.

Worth more than ten years of Grand Prix.

- How?

- Oh. Now you're interested.

Where's Paulo?

- Helping a friend.

- Oh.

- Better than wallpaper, hmm?

- No comparison.

- What was that song

about Van Gogh?

- "Starry, Starry Night."

So where is

"Starry, Starry Night"?

- Maybe in the Guggenheim.

But don't be picky.

- Let's not be picky.

Come over here.

- La chambre Picasso.

- Oh, that's how it is.

Hello, Jacqueline. Huh!

- Czanne.

- Yeah. There's only one problem.

- What's that? I know.

- They're fakes.

Good ones.

I think another forger.

- Modigliani. Beautiful, isn't it?

- Yeah.

- You want to rob fakes?

- No, not exactly. Come outside.

- The originals are in there.

- Why are they in there?

It's a Japanese thing.

Protect your investment.

Painting in the vault,

perfect copy on the wall...

- And we crack the vault?

- Yes.

- Yeah.

- And you know the beautiful thing?

- What's the beautiful thing?

- They can't disclose the robbery...

because if they did,

the joint closes.

Who'd come to see

a copy of a Van Gogh?

Either somebody just walked over my grave,

or I'm going through withdrawal.

- Maybe you're excited.

- Who tipped you off?

A friend of mine.

You leaving

the best to last?

Vladimir.

He installed the security system.

- You okay?

- No, I'm not okay.

I'm out of dope, and I'm out of luck,

and I'm tempted.

But I want to die in an old folks' home,

not in a jail.

- Well, then, forget about it.

- We'll need money, a lot of it.

- How do you plan to get it?

- I take out a loan.

- Pretty good deal.

- F*** that. The interest...

We'll get the money, Bob.

What we need is a plan.

- Don't you have one?

- That's your speciality.

- You know what my plan is?

- You've got one already?

No more gambling!

No more dope!

- Till we pull this off. Of course I'm in.

- So, Bob. You're in?

- Hey.

- Here's the deal.

I'm gonna chain myself to that bed.

I'm gonna need

the bucket, the bedpan...

- and some ice cream.

- Yes, Bob. I'm sorry, Bob.

Oh, Paulo, love means

never having to say you're sorry.

- You look good for a man of your age.

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