Thick As Thieves Page #3

Enjoy the party, gents.

While it lasts.

Now... do you mind telling me

what that was all about?

- Just a cop.

- Really? No kidding.

We have been made in the very place

we are supposed to take down.

Exactly how do you stay out of jail?

Unless, of course, you and this Weber

are partners trying to set me up.

Are you, Ripley?

Here we go.

Come on. Move your damn ass!

Weber has no idea

what we're here for.

Of course he does.

He doesn't know when

and he doesn't know how.

And, no, he doesn't know

about the eggs.

No one does. Here.

The best way to neutralise Weber...

is to fuel his obsession

with busting me.

He's so blinded by it, he no longer

thinks like a cop. Trust me.

Give me a good reason to, huh?

I already gave you 40 million

good reasons. Here.

Now you've seen what the public sees,

it's time for the real treat.

That is, of course, as long as you

promise not to come back and rob us.

I guess I won't take any notes, then.

Our main vault.

Gregor dlsarm

the motlon detectors...

Even with the knowledge

of all protocols,

it is absolutely impregnable.

The voice sensors ask

our head of security, Boris Sergeev,

a random set of pre-recorded words.

But this is only half the process.

We also have

a biometric handprint sensor.

Since Mr. Sergeev and I are

the only ones who have clearance,

we must both be present

to open the vaults.

Once I activate

the biometric handprint sensor,

he must activate the voice sensor.

This way neither of us

can steal from the other.

Well, you better hope Mr. Sergeev

stays healthy.

I must stay

healthy as well!

- Hamburger.

- Hamburger.

- Blg Apple.

- Big Apple.

Jesus Christ.

The vault door

automatlcally resets on the hour...

at which polnt the sensor

must be actlvated in reverse...

All In all gentlemen

best not to get locked Inslde

Well, did I say it was gonna be easy?

No, but you didn't say

it would be impossible either.

Armoured glass...

It would take half an hour

to break through just one case.

But, I'm afraid, whoever tried

wouldn't even have half a second...

because an ultrasonic motion detector

would automatically lock him in...

and trigger the alarm.

Contalnment securlty gentlemen

Gettlng in is highly improbable...

But gettlng out

is frankly imposslble.

Where does that door lead to?

To our inner vault which

contalns our most precious items...

I'm sorry but security prevents me...

from taking even this

distinguished group in there.

Now we'll proceed back to

the reception, but before we do...

I'd like to, once again,

thank you both...

for your generosity this last year

in helping set up our business.

And thank you very much

for the donatlon of that chopper.

You're quite welcome.

- Let's go.

- We can do this, Gabriel.

No... Absolutely not.

- It was a pleasure. Goodbye.

- Wait a minute. Wait.

We're not going any where yet.

If Zykov finds that camera,

he's gonna know what it is.

They'll change all the protocols.

Which part of "I don't give a sh*t"

do you not understand?

Sorry. Let me just...

- I'll handle it.

- No, no, no.

- Please, please. Allow me.

- I'm absolutely okay.

I apologise, sir.

What the f***?

What the f***?

Detective Weber, I'm Hal Donley,

special agent in charge of this op.

You're conducting an investigation

of a potential theft...

that you assume is going down

at Romanov Jewelers.

Assume, my ass.

I know it's going down

and I know who's pulling it off.

Except we're asking you

to call off your dogs.

There are other matters

that take precedence.

What could possibly

take precedence...

over the potential theft

of millions of dollars in diamonds...

from a company that donates tons

of money and equipment to the NYPD?

Valentin?

Vitaly Zykov, in the old Soviet days,

was the right-hand man

to a party boss named Dimitri Kuzin.

Kuzin set up a supposedly independent

Russian diamond centre in America.

Romanov's...

But diamonds... they're not all

that he's shipping over here.

He's ripping off

the Russian Treasury, Detective.

Gold, gems, artworks.

Gentlemen, where do you think

Romanov's got the money...

to buy your department a helicopter

and now police cars?

From retail diamond sales?

- So why are they doing this?

- Is that a serious question?

So the NYPD will leave them alone.

That's their mindset.

We need more time

to build our mutual cases.

That's why we can't have

any other investigations...

potentially alerting Zykov.

Lieutenant...

shut it down.

- Gentlemen.

- Commissioner...

Just in case

you think you're smarter than us,

decide to continue this investigation

on a down and low,

forget it.

This is bigger than you and your ego.

Do you get it?

I get it.

- What did the feds have to say?

- Nothing. Everything's still a go.

The first order of business

is to bypass the security cameras.

If we can gain access

into the surveillance system,

we can replace the light feed with

a continuous loop of study shots...

with no face inside.

That still leaves the voice sensors,

the fingerprints,

the motion detectors,

the meanest-looking vault door

I have ever seen in my life.

The inner vault door,

Swiss-made, 3 feet thick,

with spring-driven relocking bolts.

If you punch out the lock,

they block retraction...

so that you couldn't open it

even if you knew the combination.

Abraham Lincoln.

- Broadway.

- Broadway.

One week, we've got them all.

Dan McWilliams, MTA.

Yes, we're going to be doing

some maintenance work...

in the subway adjacent

to your basement next week.

We'll be working nights and didn't

want the drilling to alarm you.

You place

an ultrasonic transducer here,

broadcasting at the exact operating

frequency of the transmitter...

and it bounces back

the frequency to the unit.

At least in theory.

Have you ever used

an ultrasonic transducer?

Nope.

Can you get an ultrasonic transducer?

I can get anything, my friend.

- Can you get past a keypad?

- It is, as always, a question of time.

One tumbler at a time.

It is tight... but possible.

You.

Yeah.

Me.

What's so funny?

I hate Chinese food.

I absolutely, unequivocally,

irrevocably,

loathe Chinese food.

Oh...

Leonid, my boss,

is addicted to Chinese food.

I can't even stand the smell.

Another completely

wrong assumption.

No.

It's not completely...

wrong.

What?

Wow.

- You stole this.

- Yes, I did.

- Didn't you?

- Yes. That's what I do.

Wait.

We have a problem.

The bracelet?

I cannot return it.

No, I like it.

So what could possibly be a problem?

You.

- What?

- Me.

I thought that part

was not a problem.

And Ripley.

That part is a problem.

Yours and Ripley's

is a world I just can't trust.

How did your father die?

By gunshot.

Who did it?

He had gambling debts to a Russian

gangster named Nicky Petrovich.

- Nicky wants his money.

- Ask him.

This concept

of... huh, vorovosky...

"Vorovosky mlr",

Yes, I'm familiar with it.

Where... where one is responsible

for the debts of another one.

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