Entrapment Page #2
CRUZ:
If the Rembrandt were lying on the table,
they'd toss their donuts on it.
Another Technician manipulates computer representations of
the system on screen.
SECOND TECHNICIAN
We did a hundred simulations. No way
anyone could have got in.
CRUZ:
Too bad someone did.
The other Technician scrolls faces on his screen.
SECOND TECHNICIAN
We're checking airline and immigration
records against known aliases.
Cruz turns to the Third Technician.
CRUZ:
How much we in for?
THIRD TECHNICIAN
Twenty four million.
This does not make Cruz happy.
CRUZ:
Baker here yet?
FIRST TECHNICIAN
(nods)
She's been doing her own thing...
Cruz walks away before he can hear the rest.
SECOND TECHNICIAN
...as usual.
INT. WEBBER ASSURANCE - GIN'S CUBICLE - DAY
One of dozens of identical work stations. VIRGINIA BAKER,
early thirties, sits at the work station where she spends
most of her life. She's dressed in typical no-nonsense
insurance attire. Cruz peers over the partition.
CRUZ:
Where were you? I called at 4:30 this
morning.
GIN:
There are times when you don't answer the
phone.
(beat)
Besides I hardly knew the guy.
She pulls up security schematics, technical specs.
CRUZ:
Why be rude to strangers.
Cruz has an easy, ironic demeanor that hides a steel will.
There's something eerie about him: he seems to be right
inside Gin's head.
GIN:
Exactly.
He gestures at the video feed of the crime scene.
CRUZ:
Perhaps you could find time--in your busy
personal life--to figure out how the Lone
Ranger broke through our best system.
GIN:
He came in the window.
CRUZ:
If he's Spiderman. This was sixty stories
up. Those windows are smart glass. 400
pounds a pop.
GIN:
What if he drilled out the existing
bolts, replaced them with custom-fit
rollers--rolled the window aside?
CRUZ:
And then just...flew away, leaving angel
dust behind.
She looks up at the live feed on the monitor and clicks the
remote as she murmurs something in Chinese.
CRUZ:
(continuing)
Ordering Chinese again?
GIN:
Let a thousand flowers bloom. Chairman
Mao.
She manipulates the camera, zooming in on the Vase of lilies
by the window. All the flowers are tilted in one direction:
away from the window.
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.
GIN:
And you'll kiss catching Mac goodbye.
CRUZ:
You got a better idea?
GIN:
Someone who could get close to him. Win
his trust. Catch him in the act.
She begins to smile.
CRUZ:
You?
GIN:
Me.
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