- Excuse me? - I'm cutting in.
It's all right.
I'll see you later.
It's a black and white ball.
Oh, so. I wasn't invited anyway.
- You left yourself wide open. - You're all flushed.
How many people can forge a Monet? Five, maybe six?
Come now. I'm sure I can't be arrested for a joke.
- Oh, but this was a little too good. - You think you're just inches away.
I am inches away. You think I'm just gonna peck at crumbs you lay out?
I can smell blood on my own.
You smug son of a...
Do you want to dance...
or do you want to dance?
Get away, get away!
You are the most remarkable woman.
You don't think we're finished, do you?
- Good morning. - Good morning.
- Good morning, Paul. - Can I get you anything else?
Not a thing.
- Thank you, Paul. - Thank you, Paul.
I suppose you didn't just run out for that.
No. Damn, I hate being a foregone conclusion.
You live very well.
Thank you.
It'd be a shame to lose it all.
That depends on a very large presumption.
Yes, it does.
I won't back off, you know.
Not even for a minute.
I'd be hugely disappointed if you did.
How do porcupines mate?
Old joke. Very carefully.
Carefully...
or unsuccessfully.
Don't see many porcupines.
Creatures with highly evolved defense systems.
Like porcupines.
Like 42-year-old, successful, self-involved Ioners.
If you've found a female mirror image...
and think you're going to form a rewarding relationship...
Think again?
Good morning.
Nice dress.
Looks like it was a great party.
Mm-hmm.
You gonna be a cliche?
- Did you even think twice? - No.
- You knew what you were doing. - My job.
He likes me. He'll keep liking me.
- Keep him right next to me. - You don't care what that makes you?
- I know what I'm doing. - Do you really?
This is just about money, Mike.
He's got a problem.
- I could get used to this. - Just hold on now.
Hold on? Why?
All right!
- You're gonna take the stick. - Oh, I'm not taking...
- Take the stick. - I'm not taking...
Put your hands on the stick.
Just put it right... That's it. That's good.
- That's good. - Oh, my God!
Head for that hill over there. Head for the hill. Don't lose it now.
Don't lose it. There you go.
This is ridge-running. We're doing it.
- This is great. - I'm in your hands.
- Just feel that. Feel that movement? - I do.
To the left.
Pick up a thermal coming over the hill.
Just like a hawk.
Cows.
That's okay. We're only about four states from your car.
That island isn't Manhattan.
It's not?
I have appointments.
Wanna keep 'em?
Door's welded. Throw your leg over.
Throw my leg over?
Oh, that's beautiful.
- Oh, this must go over. - With whom?
Whomever you bring here.
I never bring anyone here.
I bet they're all my size, huh?
Could be. Might be off a little here and there...
but I think they'll make do.
I'll go make dinner.
- Come on. - You want some wine?
Yes.
Whoo! It's beautiful!
Wanna see it?
Are you sure?
I'm sure.
Would you like a splash?
Come here.
Wanna see it?
You sure?
You think I believe you'd leave your hard-stolen painting lying around a hut?
What if I did?
- And that you'd tell me? - What if I trust you?
You know you can't.
You don't believe it's possible that you could ever trust me, do you?
You know how likely I think that is?
Excuse me.
Should I open another bottle?
Yes.
I think so.
- I think so. - The '85 wasn't very good.
- No, it's... it's not at all. - Truce. A truce would be good.
That'd be great. That'd be good.
What was it?
- It's a nice little Renoir. - Oh.
Renoir.
Nice little copy?
We'll never know, will we?
- Okay, I give up! - Easy, easy.
- Think I'll get that bottle. - Oh, yeah. That would be good.
Oh, you're not boring. I'll give you that.
- You've complimented me. - How?
- They were bankers. - Who?
Who? The suits.
You're transferring assets, getting ready to run.
And suppose I did run? Then what would you have?
Not the painting, not the $5 million fee, not me.
Suppose I gave you ten.
To fail?
- How would I hide it? - I'd teach you.
You really think there's happy ever after for people like us?
So just how big of a thief are you?
Well, if you count Wall Street...
pretty big.
If you mean art...
I'm just an amateur.
Beginner's luck, huh?
Gentleman jockey wins the Derby.
Something like that.
Well, you got your hand caught in the cookie jar now.
How are you gonna get out of it?
It's just a game, love.
Just a game.
- Nice tan. - Thanks.
Went to the beach a couple days.
- On the job? - That's right.
And did you pick anything up?
He's got an ornament worn by Frederick Barbarossa at his coronation in 1152.
Really? Stolen?
So, that's it, huh, after two days and two nights?
That was it.
Would you like to know where he was the night before he left?
Or after he left you last night?
Not really.
Okay, suit yourself.
She's...
striking.
He seems to think so. Three dates in six days.
Where does he find the time?
You okay?
You know, I was okay once.
My girlfriend got drunk.
Stayed out all night, came back in the morning married.
I told people I didn't care...
and then I fucked five women in three days...
flipped my car on an on-ramp...
beat a suspect unconscious, got suspended.
But I was okay.
Is there a point to this story?
They both had to come out of the same building.
- What's this? - Photos of the borders of the Monet.
- The borders? - Before insurers indemnify a painting...
they remove it from the frame and photograph the borders.
Borders are never seen in galleries or auctions, so if a picture is stolen...
and someone tries to pass off a forgery, the borders won't match.
And if the borders do happen to match?
Then the forger was in the presence of the original painting.
So, if Crown's prank Monet happens to be too good...
Then we find the forger and nail the bastard.
- How long have you had these? - Five days.
- And you didn't open them? - Yeah, well, they're open now.
- It's beautiful. - You're not gonna say...
"I couldn't possibly"?
I wouldn't say anything that boring.
She's an old friend, but it'll be like having dinner at a morgue.
You know, it occurred to me, I might be able to bear it if you came with me.
Tomorrow? That's so soon.
I sense hesitation.
Do you find my company monotonous?
Because I'd hate to think you could.
What, be bored by you? Require a little variety?
You're referring to Anna.
- They photographed me with Anna. - You know, that's your prerogative.
I thought they were. I let it happen.
- You wanna know why? I'll tell you why. - I don't want to know why.
- I wanna tell you. - You know what? I don't wanna know why.
- Jimmy, I'd like to get out. - Jimmy, keep driving.
- I don't wanna know why! - Just let me tell you why!
- Now ask me why! - I don't wanna know!
- You're upset about it. - Yeah, because that's what you wanted.
I needed you to be upset.
He's sadistic. Who knew?
- Did it occur to you I needed to know? - Know what?
Know whether all it was to you was the painting.
How else could I know?
What about you?
I can leave here tomorrow. So can you.
- We'd be fugitives. - Fugitives with means.
All the difference in the world.
I don't know.
Oh, dear.
Peter Pan decides to grow up and finds there's no place to land.
The only sad part is...
if she's anything like you...
she won't know what she's lost until it's gone.
- Hey, let's go. - Where?
The painting's borders match perfectly.
Then again, I'm sure you knew that, didn't you?
Come on. Let's go meet some forgers.
I was never an Impressionist.
- Anyway, I pay taxes now. - Doing what?
Portraits.
Inserting the rich into old masterpieces.
The wife's face on the Mona Lisa.
From Brooklyn to Greenwich in one generation...
you gotta have the paintings to match.
So, who did it?
The German.
Heinrich...
Knutzhorn.
Art's a small world, Michael.
So who do you think did this?
Frederick Golchan.
He said you did.
So you think if I want paint, it just comes FedEx...
and the guards just think it's therapy...
while I madly copy a Monet in my cell from the original?
What?
- What? - Nothin'.
I was just wondering about what he wouldn't say.
Give.
There's nothing.
You know what? Life is full of shitty conflicts, okay?
Give.
I just wondered if there was a connection between them, that's all.
Between Crown and that old man?
You are spooky. You are really spooky.
They owned a gallery together... Crown and Knutzhorn.
In Berlin, 1990. And another one in Hamburg and one in Paris in '94.
You notice the one-man show in Paris in '95?
The artist is Knutzhorn.
So?
So look at the first name.
Tyrol Knutzhorn.
Yeah, we spoke to a Heinrich.
You know what it was?
The way he smiled at the painting?
Pride. Paternal pride.
- I bet you it's his son. - Son of a great forger...
who paints as well as Dad.
Just hasn't been caught yet.
Well, I assume if you look...
you'll find Tyrol Knutzhorn lives in New York.
You know what? L...
I owe you an apology.
I didn't think you had the chops to see this through.
- Well, you don't know me. - Yeah, but I should have.
I bet you'd stand at the pearly gates and kick St. Peter right in the teeth...
before you'd let somebody play you.
Harold, listen carefully. Please, don't interrupt.
If I had to be gone, and I mean seriously gone, in about eight hours...
how much could I take with me?
Are you all right?
You'll be taking an enormous loss, if you liquidate like this. Understand?
I understand that, and that can't be helped. But what could I leave with?
Call me back in an hour, I'll have a number for you of some kind.
Leavin' us?
No, you're not that lucky. I'm organizing.
No Knutzhorn's ever been to see the old man.
There was a Knudsen, though, three times last month.
You think that's just a coincidence?
Could be.
Probably is.
Look, here's an extra hundred. Just go, go!
- Is he here? - He's in a meeting.
- It's very important. - Wait in the living room. I'll get him.
Ma'am, wait.
I know we have a plug adaptor. I saw it.
I just can't find the bloody plug adaptor. Would you go downstairs and...
Well, we seem to have backtracked.
Take your hands off me!
What do you have that's fresh? Like who that girl is and why she's here always...
Anna works for me.
Oh, you never thought I was a fool before.
She's here because I owe her money and I wanted to pay her before I go.
Really? And what is it she does for you?
I would be compromising her to say.
Oh, Tommy, you're going away together.
No, I'm going with you.
Of all the things in the world to take with a leap of faith.
- How can I possibly trust you? - I'm not gonna ask that.
I'm gonna trust you.
Isn't that what you wanted, my trust?
Tomorrow afternoon...
I'll put the Monet back.
Where? Hanging back on the wall in the museum?
You know, Tommy, I'm all checkmated out.
If the painting's back, we're free of it all. We're only for each other.
Back on the wall in the museum?
And you'll meet me at 4:00...
at the Wall Street Heliport and we'll leave together.
Or...
Or you can have them at the museum waiting for me.
I'm trusting you.
I can't. I can't do that!
Damn you, you son of a bitch!
Get away!
I need to talk to you.
You're in the lobby, right?
Yeah, Mikey, I'm here. Me and about 30 other guys.
Let up on yourself. You did the right thing.
Assuming the son of a bitch shows up.
Mark, stay with the car. Get a uniformed man on the fire escape.
Got it.
Detective.
Goddamn it! She leave anything behind?
Just stake out the whole place. Maybe she'll come back again.
Is Jack there? Put Jack on the phone.
Get Jack.
- What? - Forger.
You didn't think we just dropped that, did you? Jack ran it down this morning.
It was a daughter, not a son, and she was under our noses the whole time.
Tyrol Anna Knudsen... Knutzhorn.
Whatever. Crown's known her since she was ten.
When her father went to jail, Crown became her guardian.
Put her through college, for Christ's sake.
Now she works for one of his companies. Jack, here's what I want you to do.
- He's in. - Got him.
That's him.
Overcoat and briefcase.
Yeah, Mikey, we got him.
Center entrance. Grey overcoat.
Bring up the lobby on the big monitor.
Move in quietly. We don't wanna make a scene.
What the hell's he doin'? It's almost like he wants to make sure we see him.
Let's play ball.
There he goes. Bowler hat. Move in and pick him up.
Go. Move it.
Quietly. Excuse me.
Excuse me.
Shit, he switched the painting. Stay with the painting.
What? I can't...
Shit! There's another one.
Where is he?
What the hell...
- There's guys with bowler hats... - All over the goddamn place.
- Did you warn him? - What? No. No!
- Then he knew you were gonna betray him. - Shit. They're going for the stairs.
That does it. Now we got four floors to keep track of.
Stay with him. He disappears, it'll be ten years before he surfaces again.
- Is the Impressionist wing sealed off? - Completely.
- There's no way to get in? - Gates are down. We got men on the roof.
If he tries to put the painting back, I guarantee it won't be in that room.
- Got 'em coming out of the woodworks. - What's the deal?
He's going the other way.
- What? - Where are you?
I can't hear you.
This is ridiculous. He's got us running around in circles.
Paretti's trying to reach you.
I know, you're fucked. I'm coming down.
What do we do?
Start arresting people. Come on.
Excuse me, sir. One moment.
Shit!
I knew it. Excuse me.
- Coming through. - Get the civilians out of here.
How do we get this gate open?
Kill the sprinklers in the Impressionist wing now!
It's water paint.
It's been here the whole time.
From what, one, two days after the robbery?
There's something jammed in the track.
Returned the damn thing practically as soon as he stole it.
- Oh, Lord. - Oh, dear.
This... This can't be. It simply can't be.
Now, how the hell did he do that?
Where are you goin'?
Oh, office.
Write up my report.
- The job's done, right? - Yeah.
So, the other painting, why do you think he chose that particular one?
I have no idea.
But it's not insured by my people, so I'm out of it.
Obviously, you'll still have to pursue it.
I don't really give a shit.
You don't care if you catch him?
I'll do what they tell me to do.
- Did you ever care? - Yeah.
He pissed me off.
But look, the week before I met you...
I nailed two crooked real estate agents...
and a guy who was beating his kids to death.
So, if some Houdini wants to snatch a couple swirls of paint...
that are really only important to some very silly rich people...
I don't really give a damn.
You're a good man.
Okay. Get out of here.
And tell him I said hello.
I have no idea what you're talking about.
Go on. And don't stiff us for your phone bills.
Taxi!
You know, I'm just gonna run.
Thanks.
Excuse me.
You can't go out there without an escort.
You would be Catherine?
He wanted you to have this.
Good day, ma'am.
How can I help you?
I have a reservation.
Okay, Miss Banning.
Will you be carrying any luggage today?
Can you see that this...
gets to this man at police headquarters?
This should take care of it.
- It won't get there till the morning. - That's fine.
Departures for international flights are up the escalator to your left.
Ma'am...
is everything all right?
Everything's fine.
You don't need to cry there, lassie.
Did you set this up?
Miss, please, the seat belt sign is still on.
I'll tell you what.
You pull a stunt like that again...
I'll break both your arms.