The Thomas Crown Affair Page #5

in three days...

flipped my car on an on-ramp...

beat a suspect unconscious,

got suspended.

But I was okay.

Is there a point to this story?

They both had to come out

of the same building.

- What's this?

- Photos of the borders of the Monet.

- The borders?

- Before insurers indemnify a painting...

they remove it from the frame

and photograph the borders.

Borders are never seen in galleries or

auctions, so if a picture is stolen...

and someone tries to pass off a forgery,

the borders won't match.

And if the borders

do happen to match?

Then the forger was in the presence

of the original painting.

So, if Crown's prank Monet

happens to be too good...

Then we find the forger

and nail the bastard.

- How long have you had these?

- Five days.

- And you didn't open them?

- Yeah, well, they're open now.

- It's beautiful.

- You're not gonna say...

"I couldn't possibly"?

I wouldn't say anything

that boring.

She's an old friend, but it'll be

like having dinner at a morgue.

You know, it occurred to me, I might be

able to bear it if you came with me.

Tomorrow? That's so soon.

I sense hesitation.

Do you find my company monotonous?

Because I'd hate to think you could.

What, be bored by you?

Require a little variety?

You're referring to Anna.

- They photographed me with Anna.

- You know, that's your prerogative.

I thought they were.

I let it happen.

- You wanna know why? I'll tell you why.

- I don't want to know why.

- I wanna tell you.

- You know what? I don't wanna know why.

- Jimmy, I'd like to get out.

- Jimmy, keep driving.

- I don't wanna know why!

- Just let me tell you why!

- Now ask me why!

- I don't wanna know!

- You're upset about it.

- Yeah, because that's what you wanted.

I needed you to be upset.

He's sadistic. Who knew?

- Did it occur to you I needed to know?

- Know what?

Know whether all it was to you

was the painting.

How else could I know?

What about you?

I can leave here tomorrow.

So can you.

- We'd be fugitives.

- Fugitives with means.

All the difference in the world.

I don't know.

Oh, dear.

Peter Pan decides to grow up

and finds there's no place to land.

The only sad part is...

if she's anything like you...

she won't know what she's lost

until it's gone.

- Hey, let's go.

- Where?

The painting's borders

match perfectly.

Then again, I'm sure you knew that,

didn't you?

Come on.

Let's go meet some forgers.

I was never an Impressionist.

- Anyway, I pay taxes now.

- Doing what?

Portraits.

Inserting the rich

into old masterpieces.

The wife's face on the Mona Lisa.

From Brooklyn to Greenwich

in one generation...

you gotta have the paintings

to match.

So, who did it?

The German.

Heinrich...

Knutzhorn.

Art's a small world, Michael.

So who do you think did this?

Frederick Golchan.

He said you did.

So you think if I want paint,

it just comes FedEx...

and the guards just think

it's therapy...

while I madly copy a Monet

in my cell from the original?

What?

- What?

- Nothin'.

I was just wondering

about what he wouldn't say.

Give.

There's nothing.

You know what? Life is full

of shitty conflicts, okay?

Give.

I just wondered if there was

a connection between them, that's all.

Between Crown and that old man?

You are spooky.

You are really spooky.

They owned a gallery together...

Crown and Knutzhorn.

In Berlin, 1990. And another one

in Hamburg and one in Paris in '94.

You notice the one-man show

in Paris in '95?

The artist is Knutzhorn.

So?

So look at the first name.

Tyrol Knutzhorn.

Yeah, we spoke to a Heinrich.

You know what it was?

The way he smiled at the painting?

Pride. Paternal pride.

- I bet you it's his son.

- Son of a great forger...

who paints as well as Dad.

Just hasn't been caught yet.

Well, I assume if you look...

you'll find Tyrol Knutzhorn

lives in New York.

You know what? L...

I owe you an apology.

I didn't think you had the chops

to see this through.

- Well, you don't know me.

- Yeah, but I should have.

I bet you'd stand at the pearly gates

and kick St. Peter right in the teeth...

before you'd let somebody play you.

Harold, listen carefully.

Please, don't interrupt.

If I had to be gone, and I mean

seriously gone, in about eight hours...

how much could I take with me?

Are you all right?

You'll be taking an enormous loss,

if you liquidate like this. Understand?

I understand that, and that can't

be helped. But what could I leave with?

Call me back in an hour, I'll have

a number for you of some kind.

Leavin' us?

No, you're not that lucky.

I'm organizing.

No Knutzhorn's ever been

to see the old man.

There was a Knudsen, though,

three times last month.

You think that's just

a coincidence?

Could be.

Probably is.

Look, here's an extra hundred.

Just go, go!

- Is he here?

- He's in a meeting.

- It's very important.

- Wait in the living room. I'll get him.

Ma'am, wait.

I know we have a plug adaptor.

I saw it.

I just can't find the bloody plug

adaptor. Would you go downstairs and...

Well, we seem to have backtracked.

Take your hands off me!

What do you have that's fresh? Like who

that girl is and why she's here always...

Anna works for me.

Oh, you never thought

I was a fool before.

She's here because I owe her money

and I wanted to pay her before I go.

Really? And what is it

she does for you?

I would be compromising her to say.

Oh, Tommy,

you're going away together.

No, I'm going with you.

Of all the things in the world

to take with a leap of faith.

- How can I possibly trust you?

- I'm not gonna ask that.

I'm gonna trust you.

Isn't that what you wanted,

my trust?

Tomorrow afternoon...

I'll put the Monet back.

Where? Hanging back on the wall

in the museum?

You know, Tommy,

I'm all checkmated out.

If the painting's back, we're free

of it all. We're only for each other.

Back on the wall in the museum?

And you'll meet me at 4:00...

at the Wall Street Heliport

and we'll leave together.

Or...

Or you can have them

at the museum waiting for me.

I'm trusting you.

I can't. I can't do that!

Damn you, you son of a b*tch!

Get away!

I need to talk to you.

You're in the lobby, right?

Yeah, Mikey, I'm here.

Me and about 30 other guys.

Let up on yourself.

You did the right thing.

Assuming the son of a b*tch

shows up.

Mark, stay with the car.

Get a uniformed man on the fire escape.

Got it.

Detective.

Goddamn it!

She leave anything behind?

Just stake out the whole place.

Maybe she'll come back again.

Is Jack there?

Put Jack on the phone.

Get Jack.

- What?

- Forger.

You didn't think we just dropped that,

did you? Jack ran it down this morning.

It was a daughter, not a son, and

she was under our noses the whole time.

Tyrol Anna Knudsen... Knutzhorn.

Whatever. Crown's known her

since she was ten.

When her father went to jail,

Crown became her guardian.

Put her through college,

for Christ's sake.

Now she works for one of his companies.

Jack, here's what I want you to do.

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