The Thomas Crown Affair Page #4

Tommy, for God sakes, come on.

- We're late as it is.

- All right, Sandy.

Is that one of those red Italian things?

One of those red Italian things.

MAN:
150.

AUCTIONEER:
150, I have.

200, thank you very much.

$200 I have. I have $200.

May I say 225?

Thank you very much, young lady.

- I have 225.

- It's good to see you.

- I have $225.

- 250.

250, I have. Thank you very much.

I have 250.

- MAN:
275.

- What's up?

Let's see.

What have we got here?

VICKI:
300.

AUCTIONEER:
300, I have. I have $300.

- MAN:
325.

- At 325.

It's not worth a cent over 500.

Right, Sandy.

AUCTIONEER:
At 325.

It's against you now,

for this very rare

and unusual lot of lithographs

depicting the five senses.

And remember, the proceeds

is going to charity.

So, have charity in your hearts,

if you please.

- 350.

- 350, thank you very much.

350 is the young lady's bid.

At 350, 350.

Now I have $500.

This is more near their value,

and they're still very cheap.

At $500. At 500.

At $500 they're going,

once, twice,

for the third and last time,

at $500.

Sold to Mr. Thomas Crown.

Thank you very much.

Hello.

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

Vicki Anderson, Mr. Crown.

- Where's your camera?

- Oh, you remember.

The lithographs.

May I give them to you?

- Well, then why did you...

- Bid? Because I wanted to buy.

Anyhow, it's for charity,

and five is the proper price.

Who do you work for? Bazaar? Vogue?

Worldwide Polo?

Insurance, Mr. Crown.

I'm covered.

I hope so.

I investigate.

Anything in particular?

The bank, Mr. Crown. The caper, sir.

You don't expect us to take the loss

of over $2 million lying down, do you?

It's an interesting picture.

Pays well though, huh?

Depends on the return.

Sort of an American-type headhunter.

You could put it that way, yes.

Hmm.

And, whose head are you after?

- Yours.

- Mine?

Yours.

(LAUGHING)

(SHIP'S HORN BLARING)

You know...

You practically said

I had something to do with the...

No, I said it.

And not just practically.

Just exactly what have you got?

Can't tell you.

It would spoil the fun.

Yours, mine.

Your finding out just what I've got.

What a funny, dirty little mind.

It's a funny, dirty little job.

So shoot me in the leg.

Always get your man?

Of course.

Think you'll get me?

I hope so.

(SHIPS HORN BLARING)

Tomorrow?

What about it?

Us. Dinner.

Marvelous.

About 6:
00?

Perfect.

EDDY:
What does a guy

with four million bucks

want with two million more?

(MARCIE COUGHING)

What do you get for a man

who has everything?

Is that what it all comes down to?

Kicks?

(BIKE HORN HONKING)

There we go.

HONEY:
Erwin, will you

get the kid off the bicycle?

We're gonna be late for Mother's.

All right! All right!

(DOOR SHUTS)

Come on, baby.

- ERWIN:
You like your bike, huh?

- JIMMY:
Yeah.

It's a good bike, Jimmy. Yeah.

Here we are.

Come on, Jimmy!

We'll monkey with the bike later.

Did you write out a check

for Mother, Erwin?

Yeah, I wrote a check for Mother.

And I'm not gonna jump

through any more hoops for her,

so get off my back, will you?

Well, maybe if you

didn't spend money all over town,

you wouldn't have

so much to complain about!

- Come on.

- Oh, would you look at him!

Now he's filthy!

I'm gonna have to give him another bath!

Come on, Jimmy.

(LAUGHING)

Well, we finally got one good lead

on our ad this morning.

- Oh?

- A salesman's wife from Long Island.

- Ford wagon?

- Yep. And he paid cash.

And the same day he bought the car,

he also rented a safe deposit box.

Can we drill the box?

We could ask for a warrant,

but we wouldn't get it.

Well, wouldn't the banks cooperate?

No, they wouldn't.

Well, couldn't we just

pick up the car?

No, we couldn't, and you won't.

It's against the law.

(CAR ENGINE STARTING)

Hey, that's my car!

Why don't you watch where you're goin'?

Retire? You?

Now, that wouldn't be an easy matter.

Well...

Just knock off for a bit, Sandy.

Perhaps a trip around the world.

Take me a year to liquidate.

That's what's starting to bother me.

Mobility?

Well, you've got more than most.

I still feel trapped.

I could give you the power of attorney.

You could do it for me.

SANDY:
I wouldn't know

what to do with it.

It's here all laid out,

only to be opened if I leave.

What to hold,

what to sell.

- I can't. I didn't think...

- Erwin, they stole your car.

(TELEPHONE RINGING)

Hello.

Speaking.

Who is this?

- Where's Jimmy?

- Hello.

Where... Where is he?

Who is this?

Look, I can't get that kind of money.

I can't...

They got Jimmy.

- They want $5,000.

- You call the police right now.

No, I can't call the police!

- JIMMY:
Hey, Dad!

- Jimmy!

Jimmy!

Jimmy. Jimmy, where have you been?

How are you, son?

She's a nice lady. We were lost.

Who are you anyhow?

I'm your friendly insurance man.

The one that paid your bank.

In Boston.

You know, the one you robbed?

Harry, why don't you take Jimmy home

to his mother with the money?

Erwin is gonna stick around for a while.

We're gonna have a little talk.

VICKI:
Bye, darling.

JIMMY:
Bye.

Okay, kid. Come on.

Get in the car.

This is stupid.

Stupid?

You're lucky.

We're giving you a chance.

Two witnesses saw you drive away.

We just saw you give

$5,000 to the Goodwill.

Where'd you get the money?

Where'd you get the money for the car?

You know something, Erwin?

You're going to jail.

Your wife will divorce you.

You'll never see your kid again.

I'm sorry.

I really am.

VICKI ON TAPE:

Where did you meet him?

ERWIN ON TAPE:

New York, in a hotel.

What did he say?

How'd you like to make 50 grand?

What did he look like?

I didn't see him.

He was behind a bunch of...

- VICKI:
What a mind.

- Yeah, terrific.

What a man.

Well, you were right.

Erwin's checks come from

the Chase bank in New York.

They get their funds

from a bank in Geneva.

And guess what? A numbered account.

Well, all you have to do now is bribe

your way through a numbered account.

Can't. You know the Swiss. I've tried.

You lied to me. You ran off to New York.

You stole the car.

You kidnapped the kid.

You blackmailed his father.

That hurts.

- I do my job.

- Your job?

What the hell kind of a job is that?

All right, Eddy, I'm immoral.

So is the world.

I'm here for the money, okay?

(INTERCOM BUZZING)

- You wanna go in a different direction?

- I do.

But we've been doing very well

with the mutual funds.

Mr. Crown's office.

Walter, I want you

and Allen to cover this.

Vicki Anderson?

- I'll take that.

- Just a moment, please.

Excuse me.

Thank you.

Hello, there.

Police station?

Oh, unexpected, huh?

Uh-huh.

Room 515.

6:
00.

Oh, I'll be there.

Perfect.

Let's finish this later.

I'll see you this afternoon.

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

(DOOR CLOSES)

Oh, I'm sorry, Mr. Crown,

but John called earlier

about the rug men.

Rug men?

They said they were

measuring the whole house

for the wall-to-wall carpeting

you wanted installed.

What wall-to-wall carpet?

I don't know, sir.

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