The Thomas Crown Affair Page #5

we nail him.

He's not gonna sell.

He's not?

Mm-mm.

This is an elegant crime...

done by an elegant person.

- It's not about the money.

- Okay.

So who's gonna risk prison

to steal a Monet...

just to not sell it?

A Monet lover.

Whose desk is that?

- Could I use it?

- Yeah. Sure.

Okay. Let's dig up every major auction

in the last five years...

and see who's been bidding

on Monets.

See anyone we know?

Him?

A big day for this guy

is taking off his tie.

He's a finance geek.

Is he?

- How's that?

- Yeah!

Go, go!

Ease up.

Whoa.

Come on! Get 'em up.

Get it! Let's go!

I saw him wreck a $100,000 boat

because he liked the splash.

Do you have any idea what kind of

flesh-eating lawyers this guy has?

- Hmm?

- Mm-hmm.

Not to mention political connections.

Mr. Thomas Crown

has very generously loaned us...

a Pissarro until our own Monet

is restored to us.

Not to mention personally apprehending

one of the suspects. Come on!

I'm afraid Jim

embellishes horrendously.

I just did what Jim does

at these fund-raisers.

I waved my arms in the air...

and shrieked for help.

Hello, Gloria. How are you?

Lovely to see you.

- You're well?

- I knew him, you know.

- Did you, madam?

- His son, that is.

Lucien Pissarro

in the '30s in Paris.

It's very impressive.

Well, it seemed the right size

for the space.

Or maybe you were bored with it.

Do we know each other?

Not yet.

I'm Catherine Banning.

Thomas Crown.

- Vodka rocks, twist.

- Okay.

And scotch neat.

- How did you know that?

- I've been reading about you.

- Oh? Where?

- In a file.

Who do you work for?

I'm in the art world.

- Dealer?

- Mm-mm.

Gallery owner?

No, it's closer to insurance.

I'm covered.

Not for this.

The painting?

The Monet?

You don't think they'd simply cut

a check for a hundred million dollars...

do you?

- So you...

- Get them things.

When it's this much money involved, it

usually means I get them someone's head.

- And whose head are you after?

- Yours. Good evening, Mr. Crown.

Are you trying to...

Are you trying to imply that I had

something to do with that painting?

Trying? Thank you.

No, I wouldn't call it an attempt.

- What's your take from this?

- Five percent of the value recovered.

- Oh. A bounty hunter.

- If you like.

- Always get your man?

- Mm-hmm.

Think you'll get me?

Oh, I hope so.

Can I drop you somewhere?

I have a car here. Thanks.

Then tomorrow?

Us, dinner?

You're on.

Let's make it early.

We've got a stop to make first.

- What's happened?

- Happened?

Whenever I talk while

you're tuning out what I say...

the corners of your mouth go up.

You're enjoying something.

It's not me. What is it?

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