The Thomas Crown Affair Page #3

You've a heart of stone, Jamie.

You look terrible.

Thanks. Look, Vicki, I want you to meet

Lieutenant Eddy Malone

of the Boston Police Department.

The boss. The man in charge.

I've read your report.

I've heard about yours.

Oh, from old poison tongue.

You must be terribly impressed.

Yes, with both of you.

(CHUCKLING)

How tactful you are.

(WOMAN CHATTERING ON P.A.)

WOMAN'S RECORDED VOICE:

Parking in this area is limited

to three minutes. Please do not leave

your car unattended.

Thank you very much, Warren.

Thank you, Andy.

Well, this isn't my reunion,

so I'll be leaving you here.

Well, it's been a pleasure

meeting you, Miss...

Vicki.

Vicki.

You call me before

you leave town, Jamie.

Right.

Parking in this area

is limited to three minutes.

Please do not

leave your car unattended.

Isn't he, though?

MAN 1:
Great shot.

MAN 2:
That's a beauty, Mr. Crown.

That's a beauty.

Damn it to hell! Only you. Never.

The backside 18, less the front.

I make it 20 bucks.

You couldn't get down from there in two.

Never, never.

I say I can do it again.

You're... You aren't gonna start with

that "again" stuff again, are you?

- The same line.

- 50 to one.

I place it an even thousand.

Uh-huh.

I take it.

Bury it.

I'll bury it. I'll bury it.

MAN 1:
Whoa! Whoa!

Too bad, too bad, too bad.

Tough shot. Tough shot.

Oh, that's too bad, Tommy.

You almost made it.

Almost. Now, another grand?

Even money?

Mmm-hmm.

That's a sucker bet.

You're fated.

That's two grand for you

if you drop it in,

$1,020 for me if you miss.

Drop, drop, drop,

drop, drop, drop. Ooh!

You're mad.

Absolutely mad!

What else can we do on Sunday?

(DOOR OPENING)

Good morning.

What's in this for you?

10% of everything recovered.

He knew the bank routine.

He knew the layout.

So did 20,000 others.

Everyone who ever worked there,

every customer.

I've never seen such records.

And we've been over them all.

Looking for what?

Criminal record?

You've gotta know what to look for.

Every crime has a personality,

a something like the mind

that planned it,

- and this one has...

- Oh, that's clever.

Very clever.

Okay.

You work your way and I'll work mine.

Now, wait a minute, baby.

We're in this together.

You wanted in.

You're gonna get 10%,

so you earn your keep!

Earn it!

All right, Eddy.

Let's start with the money.

(SCOFFS)

Well, I don't have it.

No. What would you do if you did?

$2,600,000 in cash.

(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

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 the shore

and leave their footprints

in the sand

there's a sound of distant drumming

just the fingers of your hand

Pictures hanging in a hallway

and the fragment of a song

half 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

Like the circles that you find

in the windmills of your mind

Someday you ought to buy

a motor for that thing.

I wish you wouldn't always

undershoot the field like that.

Why?

Oh, come on, Tommy.

Well, it'd end all my worries.

What do you have to worry about?

Who I want to be tomorrow.

EDDY:
A week of thinking

and what have you got?

- (CHILDREN CHATTERING)

- Oh, ideas.

Uh-huh. Meanwhile, where's the money?

Could be in Switzerland,

numbered accounts.

Oh, gee!

What else is he gonna do with the money?

Bermuda? The Bahamas?

The rest of the world?

Taxes, records, shaky currency,

people to know, people to trust.

How did he get it through customs?

It's rather bulky, you know.

The Swiss are notoriously casual

about certain formalities.

Airplane luggage,

they hardly ever check at all.

Then he'd have to make

more than one trip.

I could contact the airlines,

have them make up a list of names.

Then I could make up another list.

The bank list.

I could compare them

in the computer.

(CHILDREN SHOUTING)

- What's that?

- The bank.

Five ways in.

Five ways out.

Suppose they only met once.

(LAUGHING)

Oh, that's beautiful!

- Now, wait a minute!

- That's pure geometry!

- Never, ever?

- Never, never, before,

after, ever, met again.

Lovely?

No, it's impractical.

But why?

He could have met them

one at a time.

Why should he trust them

to know each other?

For all we know,

they don't even know him.

Then how did he pay them off?

Hmm.

Maybe he didn't.

Not all at once.

Installments?

They're gonna be awful nervous.

Let's advertise.

Advertise.

Be a fink for $25,000.

(MACHINERY CLATTERING)

The five files you asked for

are on the desk, Lieutenant.

Sorry to bring you down here like this,

but they can't leave the premises.

I understand, Mr. Gould. Thank you.

Can I have the pictures?

Yes, they're all in order.

They are?

Number one.

Bank vice president, age 46.

He made eight trips to Europe.

Some sort of business.

Nope.

Number two.

This one is a lawyer.

Now, he made three trips across

in the last 90 days.

Mmm-mmm. He's too square. Yuck!

He's too square.

Perfect.

Nice.

- Oh, you find him attractive?

- Oh, yeah.

Mmm-hmm.

He was at the bank six months.

It was a long time ago.

Real estate, securities

and currency arbitrage.

Arbitrage. What's that?

That's buying and selling currency.

Betting the spread

in two different markets.

Graduated from Dartmouth and Harvard,

business administration.

Socially acceptable,

smart as a whip, and plenty of money.

Two trips to Geneva in May,

and six since our robbery.

Uh-huh.

$4 million.

36, divorced.

And she kept the children.

Oh, he sounds just perfect for you.

What's his name?

(HOOVES POUNDING)

(MALE ANNOUNCER CHATTERING

OVER P.A.)

MAN:
Back, back, back.

MAN:
Take the man!

Take the man!

ANNOUNCER:
Good play

by Thomas Crown.

Another play by Alan Whitman.

And it looks like

it's gonna be in there for a goal.

(WHISTLE BLOWING)

(SPECTATORS CLAPPING)

(BELL RINGING)

That is the end of the period.

(PEOPLE APPLAUDING)

(HORSE PANTING)

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

(CAMERA WHIRRING)

All right. So, he plays polo.

Now what?

No, Eddy.

I know he's our man.

I know it. I just... I feel it.

I know he's our man, Eddy.

MARCIE:
(COUGHING)

He's a nice-lookin' boy.

Prove it.

Now, Tommy, I know it doesn't matter

to you, but it just drives me crazy

when you start buying pieces

you don't know anything about.

Enjoyment's enjoyment, Sandy.

- Don't worry about it.

- All right. All right.

Tommy.

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