Ocean's Twelve Page #4

to be distracted...

What?

Hi, Isabel. Well, we could really use

your help on this one.

I hope the scene hasn't

been contaminated.

When can I speak to Mr. van der Woude?

Probably tomorrow. He's heavily sedated.

We can't figure out how they disabled

the alarm. Shorted it out somehow?

No, that would have triggered the system

and damaged the circuits.

Well, then. Then I don't know

how they got in.

They had the code. Someone other than

the owner must have known it.

Impossible. Van der Woude programmed

the last nine steps of the system.

He set it and never left the house again.

Closed loop. Redundant servers.

Titanium encasement.

It's not bad, actually.

Yeah. Thanks.

Do we know each other?

- I think I saw you yesterday.

- Oh, yeah?

Yeah, you were being chased

by the police.

Chasing me? No. I don't think so.

I'm quite sure it was you.

Doesn't say much for the police.

No, I love Rome. I love it.

But there's an opening at work

the level above me, and it's...

I was thinking I was gonna try out for it.

It's in Amsterdam.

My mother has family there, so it'd be...

It'd be good.

- He lifted the whole house?

- The whole house.

- The entire house?

- The entire house.

It's called a Schumann Special...

...named after this guy, a brilliant guy,

Max Schumann.

Then he did it in Istanbul in 1973.

What is it?

It's where the crossbow bolt hit.

The crossbow bolt?

They fired from that rooftop through

this open window.

With a crossbow bolt from that roof

through that window?

- That's a very difficult shot.

- No, it is an impossible shot...

...until they raised the building.

Check the pylons. They'll be elevated.

- You know the name Max Schumann?

- No.

- Well, they do.

- Who?

The Americans.

Wait a minute.

Exactly. Why would they bring the drill

if they weren't planning to use it?

- What?

- Oh, God.

- What?

- I don't know.

Congratulations.

You are the second person to crack

the van der Woude safe tonight.

In arriving second, Mr. Ocean,

you have joined a long line...

...of people who've worked hard

and risked a great deal...

...only to get somewhere second.

You don't know these people by name,

of course, because they enter oblivion.

You know this word, "oblivion"?

It means to be totally forgotten

by everyone forever.

And it's where you would be now

if it weren't for the Bellagio heist.

How does this guy know who we are?

In a way, I'm responsible for you coming

to Amsterdam in the first place.

I hired Matsui, and Matsui hired you.

That's the guy who dimed us

to Benedict.

- All of them, including Ocean.

- Yes.

I find that hard to believe.

And you are?

You can call me the Night Fox.

The Night Fox. Okay, Mr. Night Fox.

- What will this information cost me?

- Don't worry. Nothing.

Nothing? Who do you think you're

dealing with? Nothing costs nothing.

And this information is definitely

worth something.

Let's just say our interests

are temporarily aligned.

How so?

Well, the information is free,

but it comes with certain conditions.

- Such as?

- Restraint on your part.

Restraint? That's asking a lot.

What else?

Two weeks to buy themselves

out of trouble.

Two weeks?

I can live with that, even if they can't.

Just out of curiosity,

what will you make them pay?

For letting them live?

Everything they stole, plus interest.

A lot of interest.

But didn't your insurance cover

what was stolen?

Of course.

So you're asking them to double

your money?

Well, do you really think that's fair?

Fair? I certainly hope not.

So, what about the information?

Okay. It's on your desk.

He was here. Around 3:30 this morning.

I can tell.

- Who?

- The Night Fox.

Go down to the Dampkring and pick up

a guy called Matsui.

Real name, lan Nicolas McNally.

The Night Fox was here at the same time

as the Americans? Why?

That's what we're gonna find out.

What is he doing?

Get him out of there.

God.

Hello, Frank.

I can't understand what we did

to this guy.

- Why does he have it out for us like this?

- How did he get that code?

Doesn't matter. He broke rule

number one. He's on the list.

Great time for a turf war.

I spoke with Frank's associate in Dublin.

She's trying to get us a name on this guy.

Our train leaves tomorrow at 1:38, okay?

- Where is Frank?

- I don't know.

It's gonna get out. Then we'll be dead,

and no one will wanna work with us.

Housekeeping.

Turndown service for Mr. Ryan.

Hi.

Nice room.

You have it all to yourself?

You here to take me in?

Why would I do that?

It's not as if you stole something.

It's nice to see you again, Robert.

You too.

Of course, you've been seeing

plenty of me, haven't you?

I like this one.

I call it "thief la mode."

Schumann Special, huh?

I guess that's what I get

for opening my mouth.

So, what about the Night Fox?

Did he leave you a message?

What about the figurine?

You still have it?

I suppose it's a compliment in a way.

I guess he's threatened by you,

though I can't imagine why.

You have no idea

what you're up against.

The French police think

he's better than LeMarc.

Well, he is French.

Let me give you some advice.

Find out how you offended him.

Apologize. Beg for mercy.

Got to go.

Any message for Frank?

He's been hanging around the station.

On what charge?

Well, we found a print of a size 14

Hi-Tec Magnum boot at the crime scene.

And?

Bought with a fraudulent credit card.

From that point on, well,

there's only one...

...maybe two great nail salons

in Amsterdam.

- And you lied to us.

- Yeah, and to me.

Well, Frank knew.

- Frank knew you were in touch?

- I wasn't in touch.

I was more like keeping tabs.

- She's a cop!

- Detective, actually.

- Where'd she learn all the Schumann crap?

- Dad.

- What, he was a cop?

- Thief.

- Oh, God. Was he good?

- Oh, yeah.

Great. Pissed-off ex-girlfriend

whose thief father...

...taught her every trick in the book.

Well, she just made Danny and Yen.

In the next 48 hours, your pictures

will be in every police station.

- Nobody looks at them.

- Nobody but cops.

- Detectives.

- You'd think she'd have sympathy...

...for us if her old man was a thief.

- Is that sympathy or empathy?

No, her old man got popped a day

before her 9th birthday. Died in jail.

So I wouldn't count on much sympathy.

Or empathy.

She's gonna have the hotel

under surveillance.

Great. We'll just eat room service, watch

movies and wait for Benedict to kill us.

- Who's on the $ 100 bill?

- Adams.

- John Travolta.

- He said every problem...

...is an opportunity in disguise.

He couldn't say that with

a.45 in his mouth.

No, you're missing

the silver lining here.

Now, she gave us a name, didn't she?

The Night Fox.

One phone call, we'll find out everything

there is to know about this guy.

The name is M. Diaz.

D-l-A-Z.

It's a black duffel bag.

The team's in Rotterdam.

The bag's in Brussels.

He's the modern man:

disconnected, frightened...

...paranoid, but with good reason.

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