Tower Heist Page #3

of securities fraud

and an immediate asset freeze of Mr.

Shaw's holdings has been ordered.

Shaw's lawyers

have called the arrest

"another example of the

Wall Street witch-hunt,"

but sources at the SEC

believe the fraud

in this case could be

of epic proportions.

In this country you're

innocent until proven guilty,

so no matter what you hear about

Mr. Shaw being a liar and a cheat,

or his entire business being

some sort of elaborate scam,

we simply don't

know the truth yet.

I've got shoes

to polish, Mr. K.

What does this

got to do with us?

For the last six years, Mr. Shaw

was on the board of The Tower.

So we have to find

a new board member?

No.

Several years ago at

one of the meetings,

he was asked to

do a favor for us.

He was asked to manage

all of your pensions.

Pensions?

And he did.

He took us on even though

it was a small account.

He agreed to handle it.

Who asked him to do that?

I did, Rose.

I asked him.

Mr. K, what's left

in the pension?

Kwan, all this just happened,

so there's no way of knowing,

and by the way,

this could be a mistake.

How much, Josh?

Tell us.

Right now, they're

saying that anyone who

invested with Mr. Shaw

has been defrauded,

and that more than

likely, it's all gone.

There is no pension.

Wait, wait. Wait a minute.

I'm sorry.

How did this happen?

The guy is the best in New York

and he promised he could

triple our portfolio.

So they're going

to get our money?

The guy had billions

of dollars, right?

Of course,

it's just a matter of time.

So we have to stay patient and be

positive, because it has to be there.

I heard on the news

when they arrested Shaw

that he only had $600

in his checking account.

(ALL MURMURING)

Look, some of you may need

some time to process this.

If anyone wants to go home,

I will call in a temp crew

for the rest of the day.

I'm sure that this will all

be cleared up tomorrow.

Can I ask you

something, Mr. K?

Yeah.

Did he get your money, too?

Yeah, Odessa.

For the record,

I never asked anyone

to triple my portfolio.

FEMALE REPORTER:

Just an hour ago,

a federal judge released Arthur

Shaw on $10 million bail,

on condition he remain under house

arrest at his penthouse apartment

on Central Park West.

Mr. Shaw, I need

a statement from you.

You need to back off.

Can I get a comment

please, Mr. Shaw?

You need to back off.

Excuse me.

MALE REPORTER:
Here! Over here!

Come on, Shaw! Right here! Shaw!

MALE PHOTOGRAPHER:

Shaw, can we get a picture?

Over here, Mr. Shaw!

CLAIRE:
We're taking Shaw and his

attorney up to the penthouse.

I need Mr. Shaw's

personal security code.

That was my street address on Steinway

Boulevard in Astoria when I was a kid.

My client would like

access to the gym on 43.

Even serial killers get 15

minutes of exercise a day.

He has my permission

to jump out the window.

The rules of Mr. Shaw's

house arrest are simple.

Kovaks, no visitors without

prior permission from the FBI.

All incoming and outgoing mail

gets vetted by my office.

All food deliveries, packages,

cleaning, repairs, all that has to

be cleared by the agent on duty.

You tell your staff

that this penthouse is now

a maximum security prison and

it will be guarded as such.

The FBI is in control of the

elevator and this floor.

What the hell is this?

ARTHUR:
Agent Denham, that is

a 1963 Ferrari 250 GT Lusso,

owned and raced by the coolest cat

who ever lived, Steve McQueen.

This was his baby,

and now it's my baby.

You got Steve McQueen's car

parked in your living room?

And here I thought

you were an a**hole.

I paid a million

for it 10 years ago.

I wouldn't sell it

for 10 times that.

We're 65 stories up.

How do we get it out of here?

You don't.

This car was taken

apart piece by piece

and reassembled

inside this room.

This car will eventually

be sold at auction

with the rest of

your belongings.

Only if I'm guilty, Agent

Denham, which I'm not.

If you leave this apartment for

any reason without my say so,

and you'll be remanded

into federal custody

and forfeit $10 million bail.

You have yourself

a nice day, Mr. Shaw.

Kovaks, will you come with me?

Josh, do me a favor, will you?

Yes, sir, Mr. Shaw.

Make sure you handle

all my food deliveries.

You're smart enough

to know I'm innocent.

I don't want the help

to spit in my coffee.

They wouldn't do that, sir.

Yeah, but you get it, right?

Do it as a favor to me.

Sorry, we don't accept

tips at The Tower.

Right, I'm sorry.

Sometimes I forget the rules.

CLAIRE:
Why did you let

him get away with that?

When he made that crack about the

help spitting in his coffee.

You wanted to hurt him.

Hell, I wanted to hurt him.

Sometimes residents say things they don't mean.

It doesn't faze me.

Either that or

you got no balls.

What?

I'm out of line.

I'm sorry.

I have balls, all right.

I'm sure you got

big balls. Whatever.

I don't have to

defend my balls to you.

I'm just saying the guy stole from

everyone who works in your building

and it looked like you

gave him a free pass.

Maybe next time I'll

rip out his larynx,

but today I chose to do my job

as manager of this building.

Okay, my mistake, Kovaks.

Just that most guys from

your block in Astoria

can't control themselves.

And most girls from Forest

Hills don't end up in the FBI.

That's where

you're from, right?

(POP MUSIC RINGTONE)

Here.

CLAIRE:
This is where most white-collar

crimes are solved, the garbage.

When do you think you will

be getting the money back?

I'm not really allowed to

discuss the case with you.

But you're allowed

to clothesline me?

I was apprehending a fugitive.

He's only a fugitive

if he's guilty, right?

Oh!

Aren't you the loyal friend?

I never said we were friends.

You play chess together,

you're the one who asked

him to invest the pension.

I get his mail,

I open his car door,

I buy his cheese.

We're not friends.

Let me ask you something,

Kovaks.

If he's innocent,

where's the money?

How should I know?

The same way you knew

I was from Forest Hills.

You pay attention.

I just want to know what I'm

supposed to tell my staff.

Ls that too much to ask?

Tell them he's guilty.

MALE COP 1:

Get on the car!

MALE COP 2:

Hey! Hey, hey!

MALE COP 1:
Come on, put

your hands behind your back!

SLIDE:
Come on, man,

what's this about?

This is bullshit! Sh*t!

That's police brutality, yo!

Come on now.

Man in the suit,

you seeing this sh*t?

You're my witness.

Take a cell phone picture.

Take a picture, man.

No, my cell phone

doesn't have a camera.

If you see Rita, tell her I

said to call her brother.

Rita? Yeah, her brother's

a bail bondsman.

Tell her I said

to use that money

I gave her to get

her teeth fixed.

Come on now, what you got

to be pushing me like that?

AUTOMATED FEMALE VOICE: Ladies and

gentlemen, the next Brooklyn bound

local train is now arriving.

Please step away

from the platform edge,

especially when trains are

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