The Thomas Crown Affair Page #3
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?
- An entertainment.
- Very little entertains you.
So I can easily guess.
A worthy adversary?
You waltz in there
without even a heads up...
without one word to me
or anyone else in the department.
I had a little chat with him, yes.
You had a little chat.
You told him balls-out he was a suspect.
I cut through the crap.
How long was it gonna take you,
Mike?
Weeks of wire taps,
if you could get them.
Guys tailing him to the bathroom.
I found out in ten minutes.
He did it.
The smug son of a b*tch did it.
- You compromised the investigation.
- No, I jump-started it.
Oh, really? What do you have
to show for it, besides a date?
The man likes the high wire.
I'm gonna play with him for a while.
Well, I think there's some question
as to who's playing whom.
You saying I shouldn't go?
Don't piss on the department, okay?
We're on this.
How do you do?
This is a warrant.
We're here to conduct a legal search
of these premises. I'd let us.
Jack, give me two men up here.
I want two more men in this room here.
- Let's go. Move, move.
- Come on. Let's go.
John, take the back room.
You want help in here?
Mr. Crown.
Thank you. Excuse me?
Why are you in my house?
I'm sure it's a mystery to you,
but your lawyer will be able to explain.
Wallace?
This gentleman happens
to be my attorney.
Keep your knickers on.
I'll get into his house.
- You look wonderful.
- Thank you.
- How are you?
- Popular.
Mikey. Man, you're not
gonna believe this.
You know where he's taking her?
To the museum.
- He's takin' her to the f***ing museum.
- It's kinda sweet.
You know, for a first date.
Huh?
Hey, I didn't know
your portrait was here.
The faceless businessman
in a bowler hat.
Everything but the briefcase.
Did you have to sit long for the artist?
Actually,
I do own a copy of that.
Oh, of course you do.
- And where might you be taking me?
- Come, come, come, come.
Good evening, sir.
The museum is closing in 15 minutes.
Thank you.
- Your loaner.
- That's the least I could do.
I see they got the air back on.
I shouldn't have checked my coat.
Well, thank you.
You know, if I had
my pick in this room...
I wouldn't have taken the Monet.
- No?
- No.
What would you take?
For my personal choice?
That one.
You?
You'd like to have that?
Why?
Will you get it for me?
Anything's obtainable.
Okay, I'll bite.
What would you do to get it?
I'd buy a print.
It looks like they're going
into Cipriani.
Wait a minute. I thought they
were supposed to go to Le Cirque.
I'm watching them
walk into Cipriani.
And with no reservation.
Scotch neat for me,
and I guess the lady would like a...
What?
That the lady
actually likes champagne.
We have Krug Grand Cuvee 1981.
- Wonderful. On the way.
You've been busy.
I'm sure your files
are thicker than mine.
The thing that impressed me most...
was getting from Glasgow to Oxford
on a boxing scholarship.
Not bad for a wee lad
from "Glasgee."
It was easy.
Rich kids can't box.
The hard part
was learning to talk.
But you, now. The matador?
The Italian industrialist?
- The ambassador's son?
- He was cute.
- He was 17.
- Yes, he was.
I must admit, that's a fair litany
for a young girl from Lima, Ohio.
But the part I didn't get... I mean,
it's obvious that you like men...
but you never keep any of them
around very long either.
Oh, well, men make women messy.
Thank you.
Here's to the fear
of being trapped.
- Here's the fish for the lady.
- Thank you.
You're welcome.
And the lamb chops for the gentleman.
Thank you.
We'd like to pre-order souffles.
And I'd like to send a bottle
of burgundy to those two gentlemen.
Of course, sir. Enjoy.
Thank you. At least they look uptown.
The ones yesterday looked like flashers.
- Well, we do our best.
- I'm under glass.
Soon you'll know
everything about me.
- There are things we don't know.
- Like what?
Like why.
Were you bored?
Acquisitions and mergers
looking a little stodgy?
Is it more fun getting it
than keeping it?
- Is this the fun part for you?
- How do you mean?
It's not about the money.
You like the chase.
Not many women get to chase.
It's like poker.
We don't let you in the game.
You're right. My brothers said
I didn't have the mind for it.
- And now they're plumbers.
- Oh, but you knew that.
- Hmm. Can I ply you with anything else?
- Nothing.
- Cheese tray? Would you like a...
- Would you like a deal?
Make it easy on yourself.
We'll just get more
warrant searches.
Mess up your carpeting.
May I...
May I ask you
a very personal question?
Why not?
Would you like another hit
of espresso?
- Would you like another...
- Like another hit of espresso?
- That's the very personal question?
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