The Thomas Crown Affair

1

(THE WINDMILLS

OF YOUR MIND PLAYING)

Round

like a circle in a spiral

like a wheel within a wheel

Never ending or beginning

on an ever-spinning reel

Like a snowball down a mountain

or a carnival balloon

Like a carousel that's turning

running rings around the moon

Like a clock whose hands

are sweeping

past the minutes of its face

And the world is like an apple

whirling silently in space

Like the circles that you find

in the windmills of your mind

A tunnel that you follow

to a tunnel of its own

Down a hollow to a cabin

where the sun has never shown

Like a door

that keeps revolving

in a half-forgotten dream

Or the ripples

from the pebbles

someone tosses in a stream

Like a clock whose hands

are sweeping

past the minutes of its face

And the world is like an apple

whirling silently in space

Like the circles that you find

in the windmills of your mind

Keys that jingle in your pocket

words that jangle in your head

Why did summer go so quickly?

Was it something that you said?

Lovers walk along a shore

and leave their footprints

in the sand

Is the sound of distant drumming

just the fingers of your hand?

Pictures hanging in a hallway

and the fragment of a song

I've remembered names and faces

but to whom do they belong?

When you knew that it was over

you were suddenly aware

that the autumn leaves were turning

to the color of her hair

A circle in a spiral

a wheel within a wheel

Never ending or beginning

on an ever-spinning reel

As the images unwind

like the circles that you find

in the windmills of your mind

(DOOR CLOSING)

Hey. Hey.

Hey.

Hey, what's--

what's goin' on here?

Sit down.

Work an hour, you do an errand,

you drive a car.

Is it, dangerous?

(CHUCKLING)

It shouldn't be.

If anyone shoots,

you're on your own.

Quit, run,

do what you want.

The money.

What's in it for me?

$50,000, maybe more.

But 50 anyhow,

in monthly installments,

so no quick spending.

- How do I know that I'll get...

- You don't.

In a hurry?

Gonna worry? Quit.

Get out. Now.

- In or out?

- I'm in.

Good. We'll celebrate.

Buy a car.

I don't...

You do now.

Station wagon,

a Ford station wagon.

The big one. The one

with the wood on the side.

Gee, thanks...

And no trips.

Just your selling.

It may be months,

but, Erwin,

you come when I call.

No questions.

What you don't know

can't hurt you.

You or me,

Erwin, boy.

(CHUCKLING)

Bye-bye.

(SWITCH CLICKING)

(WATCH TICKING)

SANDY:
Ty, is the, uh,

check certified?

TY:
I think it's all in order.

Tommy, you just sign there

on the top line.

I'll take your acknowledgement.

THOMAS:
Okay.

Yes, that seems to be in order.

- Mercantile account.

- Mmm-hmm.

Well, I guess we bought ourselves

a property.

A Tommy Crown property.

It's always been

very good to me.

You know the first thing

I'm gonna do?

Goose up all the rents.

(LAUGHING)

TY:
Well, aren't you gonna

wish us luck, Mr. Crown?

You overpaid.

Mr. Crown wishes you good luck.

(TYPEWRITER CLACKING)

Carol, have Legal simplify

these mutual accounts, huh?

- I can't even read them myself.

- Yes, sir.

Sandy, you and Basil have to handle

the Goddard account.

He's got a bee in it for me.

Oh, cancel the insurance.

Take my name off that building.

- See you, Tommy.

- Okay.

Mr. Crown, we're up 3.7%

on the principal accounts

of all five portfolios.

That's plus all the trading gains.

That's not bad

since the first of May.

Very good, Walter.

Oh, uh, Walter, why don't you

take a shot at this mutual account.

Yes, sir.

Oh, Mr. Crown, it's Geneva again.

They've repeated the offer.

They're down a full half-point

on their block of French francs.

Now, if you want to take the position...

We'll wait.

We'll wait three more days.

(AIRPLANE ENGINES REVVING)

(UNLOCKING DRAWER)

WOMAN ON P.A.:
Pan America

flight 816 for London

now boarding at gate 52.

(BELL DINGING)

(DIALING)

WOMAN:
At the tone,

the time will be 3:00

and 10 seconds.

(INTERCOM BUZZING)

- Yes, sir?

- No calls. No exceptions.

Tell 'em I've left

for the day. All right?

Book me Thursday to Geneva.

Cable the Richemond.

Have Georges meet me at the airport.

Now, you got that?

Thursday, Georges, Richemond.

Got it.

(DIALING)

WOMAN ON P.A.:
May I have

your attention please?

Jerry Smith. Mr. Jerry Smith.

(WOMAN ON P.A.

CONTINUES CHATTERING)

(TELEPHONE RINGING)

Hello, Charlie?

How are you, boy?

All clear. 10 after 3:00.

Check in again at 3:40.

Bye-bye, Charlie.

WOMAN:
...and 50 seconds.

(BEEPS)

At the tone, the time will be

3:
17 exactly.

(BEEPS)

At the tone, the time will be

3:
17 and 10 seconds.

(BEEPS)

(BELL DINGING)

At the tone, the time will be

3:
17 and 20 seconds.

(BEEPS)

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

(TELEPHONE RINGING)

Hello, Charlie? Charlie.

(PANTING)

Yeah, one is out of...

Out of order.

I've got all the numbers. Steady.

Steady, boy.

It's 3:
30. So, wait.

I'll be here.

(TELEPHONE RINGING)

Yeah? Yeah?

THOMAS:
Go.

I'm on my way.

Go.

Go.

Go.

(BLOWING WHISTLE)

Oh, I'm very...

(TYPEWRITERS CLACKING)

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

Six, please.

MAN 1:
I hear Van Groome

won't be at the meeting today.

MAN 2:
You can bet

Royberg will be there.

MAN 3:
I bet he will.

(ELEVATOR CREAKING)

(DOOR OPENS)

Floors, please.

- MAN 1:
Four.

- WOMAN:
Eight, please.

- MAN 3:
Six.

- MAN 2:
Ten, please.

- Four out.

- Oh, four out.

There's something I want to mention

before we get in there.

(WOMAN GASPING)

Don't touch the buttons.

This is ridiculous! This is an elevator.

- Shut up.

- Right.

On the floor.

Everybody on the floor.

How you doin', chief?

Okay, baby.

Okay.

Okay, now.

I want everybody to stay real quiet

'cause we're gonna be here

just a little while, okay?

Yeah.

Okay.

(TRAFFIC WHISTLE BLOWING)

(CLEARING THROAT)

Could you please give a message

to Joe Meagher?

- Meagher?

- Yeah, Joe Meagher.

M-e-a-g-h-e-r.

Hold it!

I think he's in general settlement.

Who shall I say is calling?

Horan. Michael Horan.

Show me your feet.

Keep your hands on that book.

Now just stand there.

Turn the pages.

(SIGHING)

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

Now, in a minute,

you're gonna walk past me,

in front of me,

and down that corridor.

WOMAN 1:
Stupid elevator.

We're gonna be late for coffee.

WOMAN 2:
Oh, that's right.

Valerie's gonna meet us for coffee.

WOMAN 1:
Really? Wouldn't you know.

Puts everybody in a bad mood.

WOMAN 2:
Remind me to send Sally

a card. It's her birthday.

(WOMEN CONTINUE

CHATTERING)

WOMAN 1:
...elevators.

All going up when you want to go down?

WOMAN 2:
You know, maybe we can pick

one up when we go out for coffee.

Get your hand back on that book.

Now, keep turning those pages.

(WOMAN CHATTERING)

(BUZZER BUZZING)

WOMAN 2:
I really didn't

give it too much thought.

WOMAN 1:
How about

going to Nantucket?

- WOMAN 2:
We might as well.

- (WOMEN CONTINUE TALKING)

- WOMAN:
(SCREAMING) No, no!

- All right, move it!

- What the hell!

- Don't move!

- (SCREAMING)

- Everybody over by the wall. Sit down.

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