The Art of the Steal Page #3
You never used to be that easy.
Look, if it's an apology you
need to put this thing to bed...
An apology? You sent me
to prison, man.
Exactly. I owe you one.
No. You owe me
five and a half.
But right now,
I just wanna go back to work.
Let's do that, then.
Let's go back to work.
I mean, I practically
apologized here.
You boys done fistin'
in to one another?
Ah, man. I wish you wouldn't
use that turn of phrase.
So, can we get down to work now?
No, Paddy. I'm not gonna help
Nicky fence that painting.
This has nothin' to do
with Nicky's paintin'.
And, by the way, Dennis,
he is your brother
- and one day you're gonna have to forgive
him. - Please don't call me Dennis.
And, Nicky Boy, you're gonna pay the
piper for what ya did to Dennis.
- I'll see to it meself.
- I want to pay the piper.
Still not workin'
with Nicky, Paddy.
Oh, just listen to the story
before you say no, lad.
There's a good moral
to this story.
How big a moral are
we talking about here?
One and a half million dollars.
Jesus.
[PADDY] Two weeks ago,
I gets a knock on me door.
[TECHNO MUSIC]
Julius Friedman.
You've heard the name.
Just stories.
I've heard stories.
[REVEREND] The things in this
man's collection, I mean,
if it were public knowledge, it'd close
the books on a hundred major art thefts.
Believe me, I've seen it.
So then Friedman asked me if I've
ever heard of the Gutenberg Bible.
- [BELL TOLLS] - [REVEREND] Gutenberg
invents the printing press in 1440.
It changes everything.
The first book he printed
was the Gutenberg Bible,
the Mona Lisa of books.
The most valuable
book in the world.
[CRUNCH] Whoa, whoa, whoa,
whoa. Back that sh*t up.
We can't steal
a Gutenberg Bible.
We're not stealing
the Gutenberg Bible.
The second book Gutenberg printed was
well outside the beliefs of the Church.
[REVEREND] The Gospel According to James.
Well, that's a legend.
The church has been
trying to bury this gospel
since before the time
of Constantine.
And, to Friedman, that makes
the Gospel According to Jimmy
even more priceless.
So we nick your fancy book,
hand it on over,
and make scads of loot.
But the thing is,
it's already been stolen.
So last month at the Vanderloos
Gallery in Amsterdam,
our man almost gets nabbed by a cop
who sees him crawlin' out the window.
So how is it I've not heard
that such a fancy,
famous book
as yours was nicked?
No one knows it's stolen.
We swapped it out for a fake.
No one's gonna know it's
missing... until Saturday.
Now, here's where we come in.
They flew the book from
Europe to Canada.
Since 9/11 you can't fly
anythin' into America anymore.
It was supposed to go from Montreal
to Detroit, crossin' through here.
But the driver got greedy and tried to smuggle
a brick of hash along with the Gospel.
So they arrest our man,
put the Gospel in storage
and have an expert coming
in on Saturday.
But any expert's gonna look at that Gospel
and know it's the Guttenberg original.
Which means the Gospel
According to James
locks and so many keys
that Julius Friedman will never
catch a whiff of it again.
We get the Bible,
we take it to Detroit.
We collect one and a half
million dollars.
And that, laddiekins, is that.
Well, you're shittin' me, right?
First off, I ain't ever heard of
this Gospel According to Jimmy.
And number two, we're not equipped to
rob an international border station.
Look! There's guards.
There's cameras everywhere.
This would take, like, months of planning
and skill sets we just don't possess!
Forget it! We're not
the A-Team here, guys.
I'd peg us at a D-minus
for this kind of thing.
I thought you had something,
Paddy.
- I'm out.
- Hey, Crunch...
- Leave him, lad.
- I got him.
Let's go, boy.
[BICK] Sir, I'm telling you,
it's happening.
- [MAN OVER PHONE] What's happening?
- Paddy's here, Nicky's here
and they all just happened to converge
in the city where Crunch lives?
And Crunch, we know he's
desperate for money.
Sir, this is
all about the Seurat.
So I need you to authorize eyes
on every entry point
into the country within
a half a day's travel.
I need a full surveillance kit,
I need manpower and I need a gun.
- Look, there's no f***in' way you're
getting a firearm. - OK. No gun.
Come on! Hold up!
Let's take it down,
you're a little testy.
Yeah, well, jail
will do that to a man.
Let me add that "Polish Prison"
isn't quite as hilarious as it sounds.
Whoa! Pardon me.
I can't believe
you're still doin' that.
- What?
- That.
Eh, keeps me sharp.
Listen... [SIGHS]
Bottom line is, I know that
you're hard up for cash.
And let's just say,
hypothetically,
I feel bad and I wanna
make it up to you.
So we do this thing with Paddy
and I cut you in
for ten percent on my end.
A sort of "Sorry for f***ing
you over" money. Huh?
Oh. Hi, little girl.
What's your name?
- Robin.
- Oh yeah? Very cute.
Everything out of
your mouth is nothin'.
- How could you say that?
- Gee, I don't know.
Maybe 'cause you just knocked over a
nine-year-old little Chinese girl.
There's supposed to be
a code, Nicky!
You never prey upon
the virtuous or the poor.
You never put the paycheck
over your honor.
And you never,
ever betray your family!
Sure, maybe it's all
just horseshit
that we feed ourselves
so we can go to sleep at night.
Maybe it's horseshit so that
we can fancy ourselves
the gangsters of the world.
But I bought into that
horseshit, Nicky!
And you, you just trample
all over that horseshit.
And you just, now you, you got sh*t
all over your, your boots, you know.
You, you just... you,
you got shitty boots.
Hey, the analogy's
breaking down.
Yeah, maybe a little.
You know what I f***in' mean.
Hey, what's a fella got to do
to make amends with you?
The only thing I trust about you
is you'll be a greedy,
snaky motherf***er
- the second you see an angle.
- There is no angle.
There's always
an angle with you, man.
You're always hedging,
you're always working it.
You think this is
about money, Crunch?
Well, I got news for you.
Think again.
Gotta be a cheaper
way to do this.
Now tell me, baby Tell me
What kind Of man are you?
Just because he says he's sorry
doesn't make him a changed man.
Like just 'cause you like being
drunk doesn't make you an alcoholic.
Ah, sh*t. Lola. Lola.
Babe. Yeah. Hey.
Go. I need
to talk to Crunch.
[CRUNCH] What are you
doin' with him?
Nicky told me you were out.
- Yeah.
- I told him you're back in.
[CRUNCH] Forget it.
This thing smells.
Crunch! We need the money.
How are we gonna pay our bills?
Wow! She's good.
Oh. So, so you
made her do this?
No. Crunch needs this.
He needs me.
It's a brother thing.
You wouldn't understand.
Oh. Well, what I
understand is that,
that's my guy and
he doesn't need you.
Well, he needs someone to stop
him from taking dives for $800.
Take care.
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