The Thomas Crown Affair Page #5

That's why John called.

Thank you, Carol.

(DOOR CLOSES)

(SIGHING)

Nothing.

Ready?

EDDY:
Good night, Vicki.

Have a good time.

Oh, Eddy, I'd like you

to meet Thomas Crown.

Mr. Crown, Lieutenant Eddy Malone,

criminal investigation.

I'm not gonna say a thing

until I talk to my lawyer.

(CHUCKLING)

How do you do?

He's not gonna say a thing until he sees

his lawyer. Hey, that's pretty good.

(LAUGHING)

Shall we go?

- Good night.

- Good night.

Say good night to Erwin, dear.

Good night, Erwin, dear.

"Good night, Erwin, dear."

That's good!

(LAUGHING)

(TYPEWRITERS CLACKING)

Like ice.

Round three.

You won a round.

That's your only round so far.

Where shall we go to celebrate?

Home to meet Mother?

No.

No mother, no more wife.

Just a big empty place, three floors,

and an elevator.

But I'm building a summer house

down at the beach.

My special place.

But then you know

all about that, don't you?

- Thank you.

- What a lovely old house.

When was this built?

Before you were born.

150 years ago.

It's exquisite. Is that the elevator?

That's the elevator.

Excuse me,

I'll be down in just a moment.

THOMAS:
John, are the drinks in the bar

in the library?

JOHN:
They're all ready, sir.

Wall-to-wall carpet.

You do live very well, don't you?

No complaints.

It'd be a shame

to have to give all this up.

Wouldn't it?

Do you play?

Try me.

Check.

Let's play something else.

Clicking.

We're clicking at last.

Not so fast.

- Morning, Bob.

- I'm excited.

Bruno, you got something for me?

Yeah, Lou, I have it.

- Stick around. I wanna talk to you.

- Okay.

He doesn't know if I do have something.

Keep following him closer all the time.

Let's cover his phones.

Squeeze him. Keep the pressure on.

All right.

I'll squeeze, you'll squeeze,

and so will he.

(ENGINE ROARING)

(VICKI LAUGHING)

VICKI:
Tommy, look out!

(SEAGULLS SQUAWKING)

You know what you are?

I know what I am.

Don't put your labels on me, Eddy.

- Tell him.

- VICKI:
Look,

it won't be easy,

it won't be fast.

But he's the one.

Sweet Jesus. You are something else.

You really are!

What the hell is this?

It's for your birthday, but I thought

I better give it to you now.

(DOOR CLOSES)

(LAUGHING)

VICKI:
That's quite a view

from here.

THOMAS:
Here, take a good look.

No, not down there at the bank.

Across the street, on the roof.

You have any idea

how much they're costing you?

Those characters that follow us around?

Following you is following me.

I don't like it any more than you do.

But they work for you.

I did even worse yesterday.

I'll bet you did.

Internal Revenue.

Beautiful.

Good evening.

(GROANS)

- (MOANING)

- Wow.

Take your time, Fred.

It's only another stroker.

Come on. Wake up, fella.

You're under arrest for drunkenness,

driving to endanger, driving under

- the influence of alcohol.

- All right.

- (MUMBLING)

- Sit up. You're not hurt.

"It's my duty to inform you

of your rights

"in the Supreme Court

decision, Miranda case."

"Before we ask you any questions

you must understand your rights."

(LAUGHING)

"If you decide to answer any questions

now without a lawyer present..."

- Hey. Hey, Ben, hold it. Look at this.

- What? What's the matter?

I think this is Danny

at the bank squad, isn't it?

- Danny?

- (DANNY MOANING)

- Loosen his belt. All right, Dan?

- Get his tie. Get his tie.

- You all right, Danny?

- Come on, Dan.

(THOMAS LAUGHING)

You know what I mean?

All right.

And then from there the...

(WHISPERING)

EDDY:
You're being had, Vicki girl.

Why?

(LAUGHS)

That's hilarious.

Would you like to know where he went

when he left you last night?

No.

That's the third time this week.

Her again.

Dirty old man.

VICKI:
Tommy?

Mmm-hmm?

(WAVES CRASHING)

Did you ever bring

anyone else here?

My wife.

She didn't like the sand.

I didn't mean her.

Hey, listen,

she was just a way

of putting you in touch with yourself.

I've never brought anyone here before.

VICKI:
You can't ever spend it.

Not yours. Not the bank's.

Every penny you spend,

they'll want to trace.

A tax case every year.

They're on your back, my love.

(STEAM HISSING)

I've got all I need.

Let me make a deal.

(LAUGHS)

Call your man.

(DIALING)

(PHONE RINGING)

They can't make you testify.

- EDDY:
Yeah?

- Eddy?

Yeah?

He wants to make a deal.

A deal? Sure, Vicki girl,

I'll make a deal.

How about life?

- Eddy!

- No deals!

With the money returned

- I said no deals!

- and nobody hurt...

Do you understand me?

There'll be no deals.

(SIGHING)

Samba.

Sugarloaf.

Jungle.

Piranha.

Don't you see?

There's no way out.

You've done too good a job, Vicki.

I'm all hung up.

(ENGINE REVVING)

(LAUGHS)

I did it once,

and I can do it again.

(LAUGHING)

You're joking.

Money's not funny.

Are you crazy?

It can't be done.

Why not?

Well, it just can't.

(SIGHS)

It can't, huh?

It's not the only bank.

You've got Erwin

and the descriptions of four more.

How do you know there's only five?

(LAUGHING)

Why? W-What would it prove, Tommy?

You...

You don't need the money.

It's not the money.

It's not the money.

It's me.

It's me and the system.

The system.

You know...

What about me?

Huh?

I just sit here?

- What, do nothing?

- That's it.

You let me try.

(CHUCKLING)

(BOTH LAUGHING)

It's my funeral.

You're just along for the ride.

EDDY:
I say the hell with it.

I say pick him up.

VICKI:
Wait him out. You'll see.

Wait. I'll see all right.

- (KIDS LAUGHING)

- I'll tell you what I see.

I see a fiasco.

I'm running a sex orgy for a couple

of freaks on government funds!

MAN ON MEGAPHONE:

Come on, stroke! Stroke! Stroke!

Look, if you don't have anything,

what does he have to say?

I talk about it. He talks around it.

- Talk.

- Yes.

You're sure you find time?

Enough!

Almost done.

(WAVES CRASHING)

They're gonna be great.

What is this, The Last Supper?

It's tomorrow.

Where?

I'll tell you where the pickup is,

and you can meet me there.

When it's over.

Okay?

Tommy, Tommy,

- don't...

- Moral support. That's what I need.

Moral support.

(UNCORKING BOTTLE)

Tommy,

don't test me.

Not this way. Not...

Not if you love me.

I've gotta know

where you're at, Vicki.

Time's running out.

I've gotta know you're on my side.

No tears.

Not for us.

We're a pair, you and me.

(SOBBING)

Now, come on.

Smile.

Try.

- MAN 1:
Watch it!

- MAN 2:
I'm sorry.

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

He's pulling out now.

Pick him up

outside the cemetery.

(SIGHING)

Now what?

Now we wait.

You're sure he'll come?

He's had two full hours to himself.

I'm sure.

Of course, I'm sure.

(BELL TOLLING)

All right, then. Where is he?

Did you tell me everything?

MAN OVER RADIO:
Car coming.

It's the Rolls.

(BELL TOLLING)

All right. Move in.

Box him up.

(CAR ENGINE STARTING)

(TIRES SCREECHING)

You said it was your funeral?

You--You Miss Vicki?

Listen, I have a telegram for you.

(AIRPLANE PASSING OVERHEAD)

- Would you sign for it, please?

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