Ocean's Twelve Page #9

...to keep you from him. He's alive.

- What are you talking about?

When they divorced, she told him if he

contacted you she'd go to the cops...

...with everything to put him in jail.

How do you know that?

And why should I believe you?

I don't believe you, okay?

You know where he is?

I know somebody who does.

There's nothing back there

but a forged 1077.

- No. Really? No.

- No.

That'd be horrible.

It's hard, you know, for dinners.

Well, you must have very good contacts.

I hear it usually takes days

to buy your way out.

- Tess, this is Francois Toulour.

- Madame Ocean, at last.

- Hello.

- He's French.

Shouldn't you be somewhere else

by now, like...

...Outer Mongolia, maybe?

Well, before we get to that,

we just wanted to ask you one question.

- What is that?

- How'd you do it?

Oh, so that's why you came.

You wanna know.

Well, I guess that's normal.

But I got another deal for you.

You both recognize that I'm the best,

and I'll tell you my secret.

- Yeah.

- That...

- get him to tell us...

- And tell him that he is the best.

- Oh, okay.

- I won't tell him because you're the best.

- All right. Thank you.

All right.

We'll tell you you're the best

after you tell us how you did it.

How can I refuse

a dying man's last request?

The egg arrived in Rome at 6:45 p.m.

the Saturday before it went on display.

- It was at the museum by 8 p.m.

- Wait a minute, hold on.

You stole it that evening?

With the museum locked down?

How'd you get in the building?

How'd you get past the sensors?

Why didn't my recon team see you?

- Don't touch my thing.

- I didn't touch your thing. Like it works.

You got greasy hands, you put them

on the lens. Now I can't see.

- You can't see anything.

- I see you. You look like a retard.

You look like a retard.

I'll pay you a million dollars if you don't

speak for a month. One month.

- I wanna eat your whole head.

- Go ahead. A million dollars. No joke.

Right. With no equipment, no rope.

Of course. Come on, don't tell me

you don't know how to do that.

How did you get by the laser field

in the Great Hall?

The laser fields. Well...

Okay. Toulour, you're the best.

Well, thank you, Danny.

Good. Now, if you can just

get us our money...

...we'll be going.

The money?

What money?

The money that you agreed to pay

Benedict if we won.

- We're under a deadline.

- No, no, no, you don't understand.

You didn't win.

You lost. And not only did you lose...

...your entire crew got pinched.

I gotta tell you something.

You don't look anything like her.

Eventually, the nose, but the ears...

I mean, the way you walk

and you dress...

That means that you spoke to LeMarc.

You spoke to LeMarc?

Since I'm dead, I think my involvement

in this should stay among the three of us.

- Of course.

- Absolutely.

It's ironic that the solution to all of

our problems will be provided by Toulour.

I'm sure I provoked him by agreeing

with my American friend...

...that you might be better than him.

I apologize sincerely for the trouble

I've caused you.

- There's no need.

- Especially now.

Remember, from the time you see Toulour

at his villa and the challenge begins...

...you must assume he will have you

under surveillance everywhere you go.

You'll have to put on

a very elaborate show.

The egg, the real egg...

...will be carried in a backpack

on a train leaving Gare du Nord...

...at 9:
30 a.m.

- Thank you.

You saved our lives, Gaspar.

Yeah. And I'm still getting

the better of you.

And I stole a replica?

Your paintings are in a high-security

warehouse in Milan.

It's 17 Via Andreotti, unit 222.

- Security code is 2-3-1-1-6...

- 6-4-6. Thank you.

Listen, all games aside, that was...

That was very good.

That was good. How'd you do that?

Well, I told you one story tonight.

I think that'll be enough. So now...

...if you, both of you, could please...

Now.

- Whose house is this?

- It belongs to a thief I know in Paris.

He knows my father?

Probably better than anyone.

Who is he?

- He helped with the Night Fox thing.

- What's his name?

His real name? I don't know, actually.

I've only known him as LeMarc.

LeMarc?

Oh, my God.

Where the hell have you been?

Waiting.

For what?

For this.

Oh, my God.

So we done?

Issue closed?

- Is it actually good?

- It's good. Trust me.

I don't trust you, and I don't

trust Ocean. If it's good, we're done.

These grudges, they're awful.

Nobody wins.

Danny's had enough of this meshugaas.

And the competition,

it's worse than our business.

Always some new young punk

trying to prove himself.

Guys like Ocean, they keep coming back.

They don't like to lose.

- Too much ego, too much pride.

- Maybe for some guys, but not Danny.

Trust me on that.

Danny don't feel like he lost in all this.

It's hard to believe,

but that's how he feels.

Well, if he tries anything... If anybody

tries anything, I'll be waiting.

Terry, I can't predict the future.

I pay professionals to do that,

and even they get it wrong sometimes.

I can't say that nobody'll ever

try to rob from you again.

But I can say this: lf, God forbid,

anything does happen to you...

...we will not be involved.

You better not be, Reuben.

You better not be.

Hey.

Good to see you guys.

You don't remember? You put me

through hell, and you don't remember?

- Hey.

- Hey.

- You're more beautiful than ever.

- Hey!

- Five-oh-five?

- Four-oh-five.

- Who's winning?

- I'm little.

- And you're big.

- You're big?

Oh, my God.

- Hello.

- Oh, my God.

You're all under arrest.

You're thieves. You're crooks.

Isabel, Livingston Dell.

Thank you.

Isabel, Tess.

The adult table. That's the kids' table.

- Let me clear that for you.

- I'm in.

- Right, Danny.

- Can I get another beer?

- I feel I know you.

- Wait, wait. We didn't... We didn't bet.

You want five?

- Five.

- So nasty.

Okay.

Is that a joke?

Yes.

- Jesus Christ.

- She's drunk!

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