"Seasoned crooks swear you only remember two days about your stretch in jail:" "The day you get in..." " Oh, boy." " ...and the day you get out." "But I'll tell you, those guys, they never been to a Polish prison." "'Cause, buddy, you don't forget a second of your stay in the Warsaw penal system." "Oh, boy." "And you never stop thinking about what you done that got you there, and what you're going to do when you get out." "And who you're going to do it to." "I reckon it takes a betrayal before you realize the real currency in the world ain't money... it's trust." "Hey." "So, guess I'm topsies, huh?" "'Cause if you got no trust..." "Oh, boy." "Then what do you got?" "Now, there's no such thing as one last big job, but Poland was pretty close." "We were doing a smooth switch using a standard base to our scam." "The first thing you need is a mark." "Stash Bartkowiak was just like all the others:" "rich, corrupt and most definitely dangerous." "So Stash picks up a stolen Gauguin ripped from an Oslo gallery by a couple of smash-and-grabbers." "So, of course, he wants to get the painting authenticated." "But what he didn't know, was the man he turned to was Nicky Calhoun." "And Nicky Calhoun is my half-brother." "A crew needs an idea man and ours was Nicky." "Paddy McCarthy, he was our Rolodex, the guy who knows any guy you need to know." "And Guy De Cornet was our forger." "Best scratcher I've ever known." "Now there was a time, if you ask anyone in our game, who the best damn wheelman around was, and I'm guaranteeing you, you're going to hear the name Crunch Calhoun." "And that's got nothing to do with how fast I drive and everything to do with trust." "'Cause without that you've got anarchy." "I like that jacket." "Well, clothes tell you a lot about the man." "That's why it's a saying." "I don't know, Nicky." "Take Guy there." "The only thing his fancy white leotard tells me is that he ain't circumcised." "You misunderstand fashion." "Fatsoes." "Look at you." " Fatsoes?" " Women go crazy for this..." "Boys!" "There it is!" "I'll see you at the lab, Crunch." "Don't touch the art, lad." "All alarmed." "Wow!" "Love the track suits." "Fellas, I'd like you to meet Professor O'Connor." "Doc, these are the fellas." "As I said, Dr. "O" here, is real discreet." "Very discreet, gentlemen." "Oh." "Paul Gauguin." ""Tahitian Beach," 1893." "Painting is stolen." "But is real?" "We'll see." "Needs a density scan." "What is density scan?" "I'm not so sure myself, but doctor knows best." "OK, great." "So a guy walks into a bar with a monkey." "Oh." "What is this?" "What?" " No, no, no, no, no." " What?" " More red." "More red." " No, no, no, no, no." "Don't do this, Guy, please." "You're killing me." "They're identical." "Just swap the frames!" "My work..." "Oh fuck, Guy!" "Come on, they're identical!" " Just change them!" " My work must be perfect-o!" "You've got five minutes." "So I say, "I'm looking for Mario."" "And this kid says, "There's a thousand Marios in Naples."" "I say, "Yeah, but this one's a criminal."" "And he goes, "Two thousand!"" "Guy." "Guy." "Guy!" "They will fucking kill Nicky and Paddy if I don't make it back there in time!" "Guy, you got ten seconds." "That's it." "Ten!" "Nine, eight, seven, six, five." "Put it in." " Three, two, one." "Now!" " Au revoir." "You fuck!" "Bastard!" "So naturally I tell the Turkish prostitute, "I'll take two."" "So are any of you guys Ukrainian?" "No?" "OK then." "Ah, fuck!" "She's a genuine Gauguin, boys." "Priceless." "I don't believe this." "There's millions of dollars of paintings and we're doing nothing." " Leave it, lad." " This is Poland!" "We can do whatever the fuck we want." "Nicky, boy, the Gauguin's worth more than five rooms of paintings in this place and they're all alarmed." "Are you kidding me?" "There's no alarms." "There's alarms." "Boys, let's all split up!" "Train to Berlin." "Ten AM." "Bright and early like!" "Shit!" "Go!" "Here." "What are you..." "what are you...?" "!" "Wrong way!" "That crash was a stroke of luck." "And the cops showed up before Stash could kill him." "Uh..." "Did I tell you the one about the, uh, three prostitutes and the bruised melon?" "We only want painting back." "One painting, one arrest." "It could be you or someone else." "You have record in Europe, so that's 20 years sentence." "We make deal, huh?" "The painting and a fall guy." "For Nicky, I figure it was just basic math." "He's facing 20 years and I got a clean sheet." "I can't blame him for that." "But I can hate him for it." "Oh, boy." "So I went home." "And I couldn't go back to the life." "The trust was gone." "Crew was gone." "And everybody went their separate ways." "And I met a girl." "Someone I could bank on." "And even if I couldn't, buddy, I'll tell you, she wasn't the worst person I shared a bunk with lately." "But I could bank on Francie." "Francie was a young buck I caught pinching hubcaps off my truck." "Most folks probably would have called the cops, but I gave him a job." "'Cause every new and then, you got to take a leap of faith." "Hey, Crunch." "Lace 'em up." "The only way we're gonna get the crowd tomorrow is if you take a dive today." "Nope, not gonna happen, not again." "It pains me to say it, Crunch, but the only reason why these folks are here is in the hope that you crack your skull open." "You have to crash your bike." "That's what you do." "One hundred eighty-eight stitches, 26 broken bones." "Twelve totaled bikes." "Three comes." "Twice pronounced legally dead." " I'll give you $700." " The one, the only, Crunch Calhoun!" "Let me say this out loud, 'cause I can't believe my own ears." "You expect me to deliberately take a dive, risk my life, for 700 bucks?" " Twelve." " Seven." " Eleven." " Six." " Eight." " Deal." "Call the ambulance." "Ladies and gentlemen, let's give old Crunch a moment of silence as he prepares to go down, down, down into the ring of fire!" "How'd she do?" "Tell me at least a thousand." "No, $800." "So just don't do it, Crunch." "I'll pay you $800 not to spill 'er." "If you got $800, I'm payin' you too much." "Just don't do it, bud." "I'll be all right, Francie." "Besides, "Fortune favors the bold."" "Who said that one?" " Virgil." " Right." "Excuse me, sir." "Would you consent to a voluntary search?" " Right this way, please." " Bad luck, chief." "Thank you." "Ground rules, same as last time." "You talk when I tell you to talk and when I don't, you do not talk." "Don't bark at me." "I'm not your dog." "Did I say to talk?" "Because I don't recall telling you to talk." "How many more times must I do your job before I've paid my proverbial debt to society?" "Warning:" "You make me look stupid, I will crush you." " That looked hot." " Yes, a little bit." "We're going to start with "good cop, bad cop"." " I'm not a cop." " OK." "How about "good cop, just do what I fuckin' say"?" "You're not a cop." "Correction." "The "pol" in Interpol, it stands for police." " Then where is your pistol?" " I don't need a gun." "I've got something far more dangerous than that." "Is it a whistle that you blow to summon the real police" " when a crime is being committed?" " No." "It's actually a pen." "And, with it, I can deny your parole." "So why don't you shut the hell up and follow my lead?" "Where's the fucking painting, fucko?" "Whoa." "My name is Agent Bick." "This is my associate, Samuel Winter." "I know Sam." "Sam, what are you doing with Dirty Harry, here?" "You know how they pair professional athletes" " with slow kids?" " Yep." "It's kind of like that." "Two weeks ago, this painting "Model, Rear-View"" "by Georges Seurat was stolen by an art collector in Mexico City by a woman we had under surveillance." "Yeah, I've never seen that woman before... before yesterday." "Do I look like a fucking clown to you?" "Clowns try to be funny." "You're just unintentionally hysterical." "Shut your giggle hole and open the damn case." "It's called "Tio Puno Loco"." "Which translates "Uncle Crazy Fist."" "Now, if you gentlemen will excuse me, I've got to water ski..." "Sit down!" "Winter, this is not "pointerism"." "Every painting tells a story." " All good art tells a story." " This one tells two." "Say Nicky here is stopped at Customs." "All they see is this rubbish, not the masterpiece underneath." "Acetate solution loosens the top acrylic layer." "Peel it on back and you're left with the original oil painting underneath." "What the fuck is that?" "It's a marvelous picture." "I'm delighted to have it as part of my collection." "Well, boys, have a nice day." "Where's the Seurat?" "!" "Long gone." " Sunny." " Yeah." "How'd it go?" "Ah, it went." "Bad luck, chief." "You got the money?" "There you go." " It feels a little light." " Well, why don't you open it?" ""I'm sorry." "I'm sorry for hitting you with a lead pipe."" "What the fuck..." "Crunch, honey, we're out of ice." "Oh yeah, all right." " Thank you, Crunchie." " Adios, fellas." "Ice?" "$50 for ice?" "It's wintertime." "Crunch, she's, she's not even trying anymore." " Happy wife, happy life, right?" " So you say." "Oh, I don't know, Francie." "When I was a young buck I thought I'd make history, not just sit there reading about it." "Hell, I thought I'd be a great man." "OK, so you're not... stereotypically great, like Alexander the Great." "But you're great like, great like, like..." "You're a great guy!" "Great men don't take dives for a couple of hundred bucks." "And great men don't miss their fate." "Somewhere along the line I..." "I missed mine, Francie." "I was probably staring at it the whole time and I just..." "I missed it." "My God, you're a downer." "A fuckin' boner killer." "And what are you going to do?" "Are you gonna sell fuckin' insurance or something?" "Just shut the fuck up and cheer up, please." "Allow me." " Yo, Dennis Calhoun?" " Who's asking?" " It's fuckin' Sunny." " Sounds about right." "Hey, Crunch, there's some guy with an eye-patch here to see you." "Oh, easy, man!" "Where's your fuckin' brother?" "I was gonna cut bait and go home then I realized Nicky said he had a brother." "Oww." "Fuck!" "Sweet Baby Jesus." "What are you, a pirate?" "Hey, hey, hey." "Look!" "I don't know where Nicky is, all right." " He said you work with him." " Yeah, a long time ago." "Now, look, I got like $300 stashed in the bedroom there." "It's yours." "A guy in your line of work might prefer doubloons..." "I'm not a fuckin' pirate!" "I don't even talk to Nicky." "I hate him." "Here's what's what." "I want the 30 grand" " or I want that fuckin' painting." " What painting?" " The Seurat." " Whoa!" "Whoa!" "What?" " The Seurat!" " What?" "The Georges Seurat, you ignorant fuck!" "The seminal French "Post-Impressionalist"." "The father of pointillism." "That Georges Seurat, you fuckin' baboon." "Now I want the 30 grand, the painting or a bullet in your fucking head!" "Hey, uh..." " Crunch, is everything OK?" " Yeah." "What... what's happening, exactly?" " Nothing." " What?" "I'm being held at gunpoint by a pirate." "I'm in the bathroom." "What do you think, Francie?" "All right." "Sorry for fuckin' askin'!" "I ain't leavin' without the 30 grand." "Sorry, Sinbad, but I don't think that musketoon's gonna even fire." "So go ahead and pull the trigger 'cause I got no painting, no Nicky and no 30 fucking grand!" "Who owns that fuckin' bike outside?" "Wait a minute, man." " What the fuck?" " What's going on?" " Nicky's back." " What?" "And so am I." "What the fuck just happened?" "Fate!" "Fate is what just happened." "Uncle Paddy." "How are you, lad?" "Still in the land of the living?" "You wanted to know when I was ready to go back to work." "Well, I'm ready." " Citizenship?" " Various." "Anything to declare?" "Nothing but my undying love for you, beautiful." "Pull over." "Hey, Paddy?" " What's that?" " A Seurat." "If this is even close to real, Paddy's gonna make a bundle." "Oh, it's real." "I was hoping to get Paddy to move it for me." " Oh, hi." "I'm Nicky..." " I know." "Right." "Well, could you be so kind as to give me and my brother a moment here to catch up?" "So." "How'd you get the scar?" "Motorbike?" "No." "All right, man." "You must be Francie, are ya?" "Paddy McCarthy." "But for you, it's Uncle Paddy." "So, is there a donnybrook a-brewin' in there?" "How she gettin' on?" "I understood the word "Francie"." "Fightin', are they?" "Ha." "So much alike those two." " They're literally nothing alike." " Oh, different mothers." "They grew up on different sides of the country." "Their father was the Johnny Appleseed of sperm." "That's revolting." "You're gettin' old, Crunch." "You never used to be that easy." "Look, if it's an apology you need to put this thing to bed..." "An apology?" "You sent me to prison, man." "Exactly." "I owe you one." "No." "You owe me five and a half." "But right now, I just wanna go back to work." "Let's do that, then." "Let's go back to work." "I mean, I practically apologized here." "You boys done fistin' in to one another?" "Ah, man." "I wish you wouldn't use that turn of phrase." "So, can we get down to work now?" "No, Paddy." "I'm not gonna help Nicky fence that painting." "This has nothin' to do with Nicky's painting'." "And, by the way, Dennis, he is your brother and one day you're gonna have to forgive him." "Please don't call me Dennis." "And, Nicky Boy, you're gonna pay the piper for what ya did to Dennis." " I'll see to it meself." " I want to pay the piper." "Still not workin' with Nicky, Paddy." "Oh, just listen to the story before you say no, lad." "There's a good moral to this story." "How big a moral are we talking about here?" "One and a half million dollars." "Jesus." "Two weeks ago, I gets a knock on me door." "Julius Friedman." "You've heard the name." "Just stories." "I've heard stories." "The things in this man's collection, I mean, if it were public knowledge, it'd close the books on a hundred major art thefts." "Believe me, I've seen it." "So then Friedman asked me if I've ever heard of the Gutenberg Bible." "Gutenberg invents the printing press in 1440." "It changes everything." "The first book he printed was the Gutenberg Bible, the Mona Lisa of books." "The most valuable book in the world." "Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa." "Back that shit up." "We can't steal a Gutenberg Bible." "We're not stealing the Gutenberg Bible." "The second book Gutenberg printed was well outside the beliefs of the Church." "The Gospel According to James." "Well, that's a legend." "The church has been trying to bury this gospel since before the time of Constantine." "And, to Friedman, that makes the Gospel According to Jimmy even more priceless." "So we nick your fancy book, hand it on over, and make scads of loot." "But the thing is, it's already been stolen." "So last month at the Vanderloos Gallery in Amsterdam, our man almost gets nabbed by a cop who sees him crawling' out the window." "So how is it I've not heard that such a fancy, famous book as yours was nicked?" "No one knows it's stolen." "We swapped it out for a fake." "No one's gonna know it's missing... until Saturday." "Now, here's where we come in." "They flew the book from Europe to Canada." "Since 9/11 you can't fly anything' into America anymore." "It was supposed to go from Montreal to Detroit, crossing' through here." "But the driver got greedy and tried to smuggle a brick of hash along with the Gospel." "So they arrest our man, put the Gospel in storage and have an expert coming in on Saturday." "But any expert's gonna look at that Gospel and know it's the Guttenberg original." "Which means the Gospel According to James is gonna be put under so many locks and so many keys that Julius Friedman will never catch a whiff of it again." "We get the Bible, we take it to Detroit." "We collect one and a half million dollars." "And that, laddiekins, is that." "Well, you're shittin' me, right?" "First off, I ain't ever heard of this Gospel According to Jimmy." "And number two, we're not equipped to rob an international border station." "Look!" "There's guards." "There's cameras everywhere." "This would take months of planning and skill sets we just don't possess!" "Forget it!" "We're not the A-Team here, guys." "I'd peg us at a D-minus for this kind of thing." "I thought you had something, Paddy." " I'm out." " Hey, Crunch..." " Leave him, lad." " I got him." "Let's go, boy." "Sir, I'm telling you, it's happening." " What's happening?" " Paddy's here, Nicky's here and they all just happened to converge in the city where Crunch lives?" "And Crunch, we know he's desperate for money." "Sir, this is all about the Seurat." "So I need you to authorize eyes on every entry point into the country within a half a day's travel." "I need a full surveillance kit, I need manpower and I need a gun." "Look, there's no fuckin' way you're getting a firearm." "OK." "No gun." "Come on!" "Hold up!" "Let's take it down, you're a little testy." "Yeah, well, jail will do that to a man." "Let me add that "Polish Prison" isn't quite as hilarious as it sounds." "Whoa!" "Pardon me." "I can't believe you're still doin' that." " What?" " That." "Eh, keeps me sharp." "Listen..." "Bottom line is, I know that you're hard up for cash." "And let's just say, hypothetically," "I feel bad and I wanna make it up to you." "So we do this thing with Paddy and I cut you in for ten percent on my end." "A sort of "Sorry for fucking you over" money." "Huh?" "Oh." "Hi, little girl." "What's your name?" " Robin." " Oh yeah?" "Very cute." "Everything out of your mouth is nothin'." " How could you say that?" " Gee, I don't know." "Maybe 'cause you just knocked over a nine-year-old little Chinese girl." "There's supposed to be a code, Nicky!" "You never prey upon the virtuous or the poor." "You never put the paycheck over your honor." "And you never, ever betray your family!" "Sure, maybe it's all just horseshit that we feed ourselves so we can go to sleep at night." "Maybe it's horseshit so that we can fancy ourselves a cut above the thugs and the gangsters of the world." "But I bought into that horseshit, Nicky!" "And you, you just trample all over that horseshit." "And you just, now you, you got shit all over your, your boots, you know." "You, you just... you, you got shitty boots." "Hey, the analogy's breaking down." "Yeah, maybe a little." "You know what I fuckin' mean." "Hey, what's a fella got to do to make amends with you?" "The only thing I trust about you is you'll be a greedy, snaky motherfucker" " the second you see an angle." " There is no angle." "There's always an angle with you, man." "You're always hedging, you're always working it." "You think this is about money, Crunch?" "Well, I got news for you." "Think again." "Gotta be a cheaper way to do this." "Just because he says he's sorry doesn't make him a changed man." "Like just 'cause you like being drunk doesn't make you an alcoholic." "Ah, shit." "Lola." "Lola." "Babe." "Yeah." "Hey." "Go." "I need to talk to Crunch." "What are you doin' with him?" "Nicky told me you were out." " Yeah." " I told him you're back in." "Forget it." "This thing smells." "Crunch!" "We need the money." "How are we gonna pay our bills?" "Wow!" "She's good." "Oh." "So, so you made her do this?" "No." "Crunch needs this." "He needs me." "It's a brother thing." "You wouldn't understand." "Oh." "Well, what I understand is that, that's my guy and he doesn't need you." "Well, he needs someone to stop him from taking dives for $800." "Take care." "All right." "I'll do it." "But this one we do my way." "What did ya have in mind?" "Well, let's just say things are gonna get a little loud." "That's where the motorcycle kicks in." "Simultaneously, Francie has broken out of our giant, ceramic Trojan Horse with at least three minutes of oxygen left." "Paddy's taking care of the guards, after rappelling through the ceiling and changing out of his cat suit." "And Nicky's already dealt with the main gate using 2.5 pounds of all-American TNT." "In and out in 4.25 minutes." "This may be the worst idea in the history of the world." " We just need a computer guy!" " Crunch, there is no computer guy!" "There's no dude who can feed a video loop to make some security guard think all is hunky dory, while burglars in cat suits rappel from the ceiling." "By the way, I think Uncle Paddy's black Spandex days are way behind him." "And as for your Trojan Horse thing, well, I don't even know where to begin with that." "I actually thought that was kind of bad-ass." " Pardon me, you are who?" " He's my apprentice." " Oh." "So you're a wizard now?" " Ah, fuck you, Nicky." "Look, the Reverend's got somebody on the inside." "And we need to find out who that is." "Uncle Paddy," "I want you to call the Reverend and get us a name." "Call me Ponch." "I'm Nicky." "Paddy." "Francie." "Crunch." "Those are some shitty aliases." "Y'all sound like chocolate bars." "Where's Twix?" "Oh, wait." "Crunch Calhoun?" "No!" "Dude." "I once saw you almost jump six cars in Buffalo." "Changed my life." "Listen, the Reverend said that you could help us out for 10,000." "Tempting, but not a chance." "No." "I told the Reverend everything I know for twice that." "And I got so sick from nerves I didn't eat, shit or sleep for a week." " I'm not your guy." " If you were our guy." "If I were your guy, I'd go about forgetting it." "There's 12 cameras, 12 of them." "That's one dozen cameras." " Any in the storage room?" " No, but everywhere else." "Three guards, backup generator." "It's impossible." " I don't accept that." " Well, accept it, Snickers." " There's always a way." " All right, look." "I'll tell you what I told the Reverend, OK?" "That we called an expert." "She comes in Saturday at 10." "Don't call me again." "You said, "She"." "Who's the "she"?" " Who?" " The expert." "Olga Something-Long." "Olga Something-Long?" "Olga Panofsky-Cienfuegos?" "Something like that." "Later, Crunch." "Wait, why..." "Who's, who's Olga Something-Long?" " A badly burnt bridge." " Oh, she was intoxicating." "Thanks to Uncle Fucks-A-Lot, there's no way we can get near her." "Wait." "Why not?" "Old Sloppy Balls McCarthy here slept with her and then slept with her sister." "She was intoxicating too." "It's too bad." "Olga would've helped out for a little cash." " She wasn't exactly a nun." " No, she certainly was not." "There's gotta be like, what, ten experts in the whole country they could've called." "Paddy probably balled half of them." "Let it go." "There's always another way." "Can we please stop talking about old people fucking?" "OK." "I got the plan." "No." "You've got "a plan."" "This ain't a dictatorship, Nicky." "We need a forger." "Let's call Dirty Ernie." "Dirty Ernie?" "No, if we need a forger we call Guy." "What time is it in France?" " Hello?" " Yeah, Guy, it's Nicky." "I do not know you, Nicky." "The son-of-a-bitch hung up on me." "Here." "Come on." " Hello?" " Hey, Guy." "Hey, Crunch!" "Wow, no." "Sorry." "I just used up the totality of my French there." "It's OK." "When you speak French, it's like a donkey cock right in my ear." "I'm on Paddy's phone so I'm gonna keep it short." "How ya fixed for work?" "You are working?" "With Paddy?" " Yeah." " With Nicky?" "Listen, I'll explain it all to you if you come over here." " To America?" "Absolument." " Not exactly America." "Canada." "Hm." "America Light." "OK, you want to throw things?" "Throw things, OK!" "I don't give a shit!" "Motherfuck!" "OK." "OK." "No, be careful with that." "No, don't do that, OK?" "I want to see the piece of paper that says you can go through that!" "No, don't touch it." "That is $2,000..." "He's clean." "First Nicky, then Paddy, now Guy." " I'm telling you, something's up." " This is bullshit!" " And you know it and you know it!" " I thought we had a 10-32." "Ten thirty-two?" "You trying to impress me with numbers?" "I'll give you an impressive number: 52." "That's the number of millions they said I stole." "I got a number for you: one, as in you help me land this one and you're out." " On the lives of my kids." " I've seen your kids." " You'd be better off without them." " You're a cunt." "You wouldn't know a vagina if it was four foot tall and staring you in the face." "I'm gonna punch you in the fucking..." " Aw, shit." "Interpol." " Interpol?" "!" "No, no, no." "Don't look." " There's no way that's a coincidence." " That can't be a coincidence." "What do we do?" "What's the play?" " I'll talk to him." " No." "He'll talk to me." "He won't talk to you." " I said no!" " Interpol's a real thing?" "I'm not going to cut my fuckin' leg off." " Five minutes." " Get outta here, Francie." " Crunch..." "Yeah, OK." " Now." " Crunch." " Sam?" "Men of our vintage should be retired." "You know, when I heard you were working for the other side," "I just couldn't believe it." "At least tell me they don't make you wear a wire." "No." "They don't make me wear a wire." "And I get to see some fine art." "So... what do you think they're talking about down there?" "Still about the art, huh?" "My mother got me into it." "We were always hard up, but she did her best." "Worked as a barmaid between kids." "When I was ten or 11, she took me to the V and A in London." "And I saw an object that blew my mind." "It was a drinking cup fashioned from a single piece of jade." "It was just a cup, but it was perfect." "And it made me look at everything differently." "Turner, Monet, Vermeer, those guys kept my eyes open." "It was a feeling I had, a completeness when art touched me." "I only started getting into trouble when I wanted to possess it." "And you... what makes you do it?" "Money." "Well, at least you're honest." "It's always nice to know... who you can trust." "I'm gonna find this painting." "Not because I want to get you or your brother in trouble." "I just want to hold it." "Let me ask you a question." "You ever seen the inside of Sing-Sing?" " I haven't." " 'Cause I know a lot of guys who would like to fuck you inside there." "Are you hitting on me?" "I will..." "Fuck!" "It's been a breath of fresh air." "Looking good, Sam." "Interpol?" "Fucking Interpol?" "!" "I'm not going to fuckin' prison!" "I'm not cut out for that shit!" "You see these fuckin' arms, man?" "These wet noodles will prevent very few prison rapes." "Francie, I promise you on my mother's eyes," " you're gonna be fine." " You don't know that." "You gotta trust me." "Look, ever since I've been back, you've been there for me like nobody else." "Now..." "I might have to toss in the "f" word here to make this a bit easier but..." "I fuckin' love you, man." "OK, my turn." "That has to be Guy." "All right, Guy just landed and we got a little problem." " Interpol." " All right." "Well, we'll adapt." "OK?" "So?" "I'm curious to know what kind of game you're running?" "I was curious about your game." "We need to get on the same page." "What do we do first?" "First, we're gonna need a fake." " How good must it look?" " Good enough to fool the eye." "Identical on the outside, inside doesn't matter." "You've got four days." "Crunch, I'm sorry for making fun of your Trojan Horse idea because it actually plays." "We're gonna hide that fake in a Trojan Horse of our own." "Something that draws attention." "Paddy, see what you can come up with." "I got the perfect thing in mind." "I don't know, what do you think?" "It makes me feel... safe and scared." "Mostly scared." "It's weird." "It's like it follows you." "First, you caress." "Too rough, she cracks." "Too soft, she will not succumb to the touch." "Just right." "It's you." "Ahh." "Then we need to get our horse into their corral." "But, how?" "You say this border station, they inspect everything." "Exactly." "Everything going in, everything going out." "We can't walk in our fake or walk out our original." "So we're gonna get them to take it in for us." "We're going to use our sullied reputation to our advantage for once." "Crunch sets off the bells and whistles." "There's a standard 30-day impound on undocumented art." "And, because it's Crunch, convicted art thief, transporting art without the proper paperwork, they're gonna call the gallery where it was purchased right away, to make sure that it's not stolen." "But it ain't goin' anywhere until Crunch shows up with the proof of ownership, which we've got." "And we know where it's being kept." "The toad is in the hole." "What the fuck are you talking about?" "The fuckin' huge vagina is in the border station now." "Because of Crunch's record, Interpol will be brought in." "But, since no crime has been committed, they can't touch us." "What the hell am I looking at?" "It's four foot high and staring you in the face." "And on the day, what about Interpol?" "They're going to be watching us, which we need to fix." "Francie and I will distract them while the switch goes down at the border station." "But most important thing is we've gotta deal with Olga Something-Long." " Paddy?" " Well, that'll be something hard." "Things between Olga and me are rough as a bear's arse." "She's got to miss that appointment." "But, more importantly, is we need those forms." " No paperwork, no access." " I'll start tomorrow." " Olga, darlin'." " Oh, no." "No, no, no, no, you don't get to do this." "It took me years to forget." "You are dead to me." "You are dead!" "I'm not asking for forgiveness." "God can forgive me, that's his job." " You have no control over me." " We should never be together." "I hate you." "You crushed me heart and you stained me soul." "Fuck you." "No, darlin'." "Fuck you." "Are we ready to do this?" "Let's roll!" "Just, uh, try to act natural." "Yeah." "I, I don't know what that means." "What do we have here?" "Two perps, one box, red." "I betcha there's something in that." "Here we go." "They're on the move." "Thank you." "I needed to know that." "Please continue to point out the obvious to me as it comes up." " You're starting the car." " OK." "That's enough." " You're putting the car into gear." " I so very much want to stab you in the face and throat." "With your magic pen, no doubt." "Saturday, ten AM." "Guy walks into the border station." "And, man, will you please wear a suit?" "No offense, but you look like a slutty elf." "What... is "elf"?" "The station gets a call the day before from a woman they think is Olga." "I cannot make it, but my colleague, Philippe," " he should be there." " Hello." "Oh." "I think I chipped a tooth." "Olga gets a call the day before from a man she thinks is from the border." "So, while we'll not be requiring your services, we will, of course, still pay." " Yeah, where're we at?" " I got Guy on the other line." "OK, I'm in." "How will I know where it is?" "It's pink and three feet tall." "You're a Frenchman, you'll find it." "Like Ponch said, with no security cameras in the room," "Guy can make the switch." "All right." "We got an hour to go." " Did you get the nylons?" " I did indeed." " One?" " Well, it says one pair." " One pair?" "Like a pair of pants." " Yeah." "Well, I'm sorry, Mr. Condescending," "I don't buy a whole lot of fuckin' pantyhose." " Fishnets?" " Yes." "Put these over our heads we'll look like a couple of waffles." "This is just great." "OK, let's go." " Yeah?" " Finished." "All right, Crunch, you're up." "No." "Something's not right." " OK, here we go." " What are you doing?" "This is usually how it works." "Perps go on the move, cops get moving." "A little pro tip for you:" ""perps", short for perpetrators." "Just trust me for a second." "Don't switch the engine on." "Seriously, what are we doing?" "Why do I listen to you?" "You're being distracted." "Like at the Quebec airport." "The border." "They're at the border." "They stopped following us." "Pick up." "Come on, pick up." "Two minutes away." "Come on!" "Whoo!" "I'm clear." "I'm trying to, I'm trying to." "This is what I..." "Hey!" "Hey!" "Here we go." "Here we go." "Whoo!" "Atta boy, Crunch!" "All right, just like the old days." "Yeah, the old days where you threw me to the cops?" "Or the old days where a one-eyed pirate steals my bike?" "Uh, uh, uh." "Now, now, gentlemen." "Let us drink to James." " To James!" " To James!" "And to Nicky Boy." "One for the ages." " Now you take a bow, Guy." " Moi?" "Four days to fake a 500-year-old masterpiece." "Oh, to have your talent, lad." "It was an inspired effort." "I admit." "But I am no Yves Chaudron." "Who's that, Yeeves Show-row?" "Stay, Crunch." "You'll like this." "Nah, I've heard this tale a time or two." " I gotta take a piss." " Come on, Crunch." "Wait." "Who's Yves Shmo-boh?" "I shall tell you of Yves Chaudron." "For this is a story of inspiration." "He was everything I aspire to be." "A master, a legend." "A man so gifted his work would make angels cry." "He was the one true talent behind the greatest art theft in history." "The theft of the Mona Lisa." "The story begins in Paris, 1911." "Not with Chaudron, but with an Italian, a poor carpenter named Perugia who, a few months before the theft, works a contract at the Louvre." "As with any menial job, he learns many menial things." "Such as where the entrances and exits are, the guards' names, rotations and the like." "Little did he know that this otherwise useless information would prove to be quite important." "For it is when Perugia's contract ends that his destiny begins." "Fate taps Perugia on the shoulder." "Eduardo de Valfierno, a criminal mastermind." "Valfierno asks Perugia to steal the Mona Lisa for $30, 000." "It's like a million back then, an offer a poor carpenter could never refuse." "The adventure of the theft is a story in and of itself." "In short, through luck, cunning, lazy security and the horrible disadvantage of being Italian, he actually succeeds." "The carpenter steals the Mona Lisa and the theft makes world news." "As promised, he produces the Mona Lisa." "Valfierno produces the money." "But he makes a strange request." "He asks him to hold on to her just a little longer so he can arrange for her transit overseas." "Perugia agrees and waits, and waits and waits." "His story ends here." "And it is now that I tell you of Yves Chaudron." "Six months before the theft," "Valfierno commissions Yves Chaudron, the world's greatest forger, to reproduce the Mona Lisa six times and perfect, an Herculean task only Chaudron could accomplish." "Valfierno then sails to America and finds six of the greediest art collectors and poses this question to them:" ""Should the Mona Lisa suddenly become available, would you pay three hundred thousand dollars for it?"" "He asks all six, and all six say, "Yes."" "And that is when Valfierno pays Perugia to steal the Mona Lisa." "He then ships Chaudron's perfect fakes and collects $1.8 million." "A fortune beyond comprehension." "You see, all he needed was the news of the theft, not the Mona Lisa." "To him, she herself, is worthless." "And that is the story of the theft of the Mona Lisa." "I first heard that story when I was a small boy." "I knew even then I wanted to have the skills to pull something that great off." " And that's why I do what I do." " I do it for the ladies." "Well, here's to tomorrow, and the Reverend gets his goods and we get our just rewards." " Tomorrow!" " Tomorrow!" "Ohhh, fuck." "Oh, Jesus, Mary and Joseph." "I, I taste an ashtray and battery acid and, like, stripper perfume." "So, we headed for Detroit?" "Finish things up with the Reverend, or what?" "Yeah, that's right." "We all just pile into the car like the Brady Bunch and just breeze on into the States, right?" "They already flagged me for coming over here." " Yeah, me too." " Me too." "They don't like me a lot either, so..." "what exactly is your plan?" "Well, we need someone with a clean sheet." "Francie, you're up." "Me?" "!" "Really?" "Why am I wearing this shit?" "Because Interpol knows what you look like." "OK, but don't the Amish ride horse and carriages?" " Well, you're progressive." " I can't fucking do this!" "Well, you better get your best Brando on, hoss, 'cause we need you." "Yeah, look, Francie, it's not The King's Speech." "Come here." "You got two lines:" ""Going to Detroit." And "Nothing to declare."" "You're gonna be great." " I'll meet him there." " Oh." "Will you?" "Yeah." "Hey, look, somebody's got to be in Detroit" " to close the deal with the Reverend." " Nicky, I'm goin' with ya." " We're both hiding in the trunk." " The trunk?" "I'm not hidin' in a trunk." "Well, then no one's going to Detroit." "'Cause if you're alone when you get your digits on that money, we'll never see you again." "All right, man." "Fine." "Pop it, Francie." " What are you doing?" " Yeah, what are you doing?" "Hopefully, you won't have to know." "Yes, sir." "But if you just give me..." "Sir, we are so very close on this." "We just..." "No, I realize I'm not supposed to be in the field, but that's not the..." "OK." "Yeah." "Are we clear?" "Are we clear?" "Goodbye." "OK." "We need to just start at the beginning here, OK?" "Square one... art." " They pay you for this?" " Shut up!" "Do you often feel that your life is just passing you by?" "I cannot even be in the same room as you!" "OK." "OK, Francie." "I got an idea." "I think we can make a lot more money off that Gospel." "Hold out for more from the Reverend?" "No, we don't even deliver it to him." "OK." "I fail to see how that makes us rich." "Guy telling that story about the Mona Lisa got me thinking." "There's a real parallel here." "Great." "Parallel." "Not interested." "Listen, don't dismiss the idea out of spite." " Not interested." " Hear me out!" "Uncle Paddy can come up with at least ten more buyers." "And we can get Guy to duplicate a book for each one of them." "We contact the gallery, we let them know their book is stolen." "The news hits the paper and boom." "Meanwhile we ship off ten copies to ten buyers." "Each one thinks they have the original." "Goddamn it if it's not perfect." "You know..." "I think we could make half a mil per book." "No, you know, twice that." " You know how much that is?" " Ten million." "That's right." "Uh, all right, boys." "We're here so just be quiet, OK?" " Just be cool!" " Two lines!" ""Going to Detroit!" "Nothing to declare!"" "OK, I know!" "Act normal." "Be normal." "Act normal." "Just be a cool guy." "You're a cool guy, Francie." "You're a fuckin' cool guy." "I am not cut out for this." " Citizenship..." " My name is Francie Tobin!" "Well, that's great, son." " Where you headed?" " Canada!" "Uh, you're heading in the wrong direction..." "Arrgghh!" "Canada's, that's where I came from." "Where I'm..." "Detroit is where I'm heading, not, not Canada, which is where I'm from." "Anything to declare?" "No." "Not... not even a little bit." "Uh, your beard's falling off." "Oh." "That's, that's 'cause I'm, I'm in a play." " What's the play called?" " Witness, The Musical." "Witness, exclamation mark." "Are you sure there's nothing you want to declare?" "The play is terrible." " Anything in the trunk?" " No!" "Are you absolutely positive you have nothing to declare?" "I'm sorry?" "Do you think I have smugglers in my trunk?" " No!" " I have two American thieves in the trunk of this car that I'm crossing your border with right now." "Please!" "Please, have a look." "See, see all the criminal activity happening in my trunk right now!" "Open the trunk, sir." " Open the..." " Open the trunk, just open the trunk." " So I'll just..." "Oh!" " Nicky, Nicky, Nicky!" "Yep." "Got 'em." "Got 'em." " On the count of three." " Drugs, son?" " Oh, no." "I'm good, buddy." " No, I mean, are you on..." "Just open the trunk, please." " Yeah, OK." " One." "Two." "Three." "OK, here we go!" "Alrighty, looks like you're good to go." "Uhh!" "I just need to tell you something." "I liked Predator Two." "Well, yeah, I didn't mind Predator Two." " It's not bad." " Its OK." "Danny Glover." " You can't go wrong." " No." " Break a leg." " Oh, yeah!" "Thank you." " Because I'm an actor." " Yeah." "Oh, fuck, this sucks!" " I'm gonna fuckin' kill him." " Wait your turn." " Come on!" " I'm never doing this shit again!" " You motherfucker!" " No, no!" "Hold on!" "What the fuck is this!" "Come on!" " Fuck you!" " Hold on!" "Hey!" "Fuck the both of you!" " You fucked up, man." " I fucked up!" "All right, all right, all right!" "I promise you, I'm not gonna hit the kid." " All right." " You fucker!" " What did you do that for?" " Fuck you!" "Oh!" "You had to do it." "You proud of yourself?" " You motherfucker!" " Please!" "Hey, hey, hey, hey." "Hey, man." "How's business?" "It's fucking slow, man." "All right, what is this place?" "His office is on the third floor." "I think he paid like three grand for the whole place." "He overpaid." "This is a golden opportunity." "I'm not doing this for me." "You know I'm flush." "I'm doing this for you." "We're dropping this off, we're making a hell of a decent score here." "And in five minutes we're going home." "Give me a reason." "Give me one reason." "OK." "Where do we find the money to pay for these fakes?" "It cost Guy ten grand to fake one." "These fakes would have to stand up to carbon dating and expert scrutiny shit." "Ten grand a book, that's a hundred grand." "I can front it." "You got a 100 grand laying around, Nicky?" "Yes, I do." "You know, I guess this is it." "This could have been big." "We could have made history." "Damn it." "All right, let's go downstairs and talk about it." "A million per book." "Ten million bucks, guys." " You interested?" " Of course, I'm fucking interested." " Wonderful." " Uncle Paddy?" "Ten buyers, I can find." "Maybe more." "No, no, no." "Let's stick with ten." "Let's not get greedy here." " Guy, when can you get started?" " Today." "Now." "It will take me maybe three weeks..." "No, one month." " I just need money." " OK, 100 grand, that's covered." "Oh, no, no, no, no, no." "Seven hundred, fifty thousand, minimum." "You just made one for ten thousand." "No." "I made the cover for ten grand." "The pages are total shit." "And if you want these to pass the carbon dating and the professional scrutiny," " seven hundred fifty." " Do we need to carbon date them?" "With our buyers, most certainly." "That's it, man." "Let's go take it back." "All right, look." "I could come up with about $300,000." " But..." " What?" "Gonna take me a couple days." "We still need 450." "I can pull together a hundred thousand." "I can do one hundred." "OK." "That's five." "We're still 250 short." "Yeah." "OK, we'll be home at dawn." "Let's figure this out tomorrow." "OK." " Crunch." " What?" " How much money have you got?" " I got nothin'." "If there was ever a reason to mortgage your home..." "Oh, no, no, no, no, man." "I'm not doing that." "No, not the house." "That's all I got." "If we pull this off, you can buy ten of 'em." "Look, man, I just..." "Look, I don't know, OK?" "Listen, I gotta think about it." "I wanna run it by Lola." "Well, don't take too long." "We don't have time to lose." "Don't talk to me about lost time, Nicky." "I know what you want." "Good. 'Cause you're gonna need to talk to him." "He will never give you all that money." "No, but he'll give it to you." " To me?" " He trusts you." "And we're gonna be wiring money all over the world." "You're the only one that's not on any watch list." " Francie isn't." " Francie hasn't taken a bath in six weeks." "Come on." "Can you convince him?" "It's no good." "It's no good." "She's making you, Crunch." "She's probably fucking Nicky." "Hey, easy." "Easy, Francie, come on." "We should just walk." "I mean, he's juicing you for hundreds of thousands of dollars, Crunch." "Cowards die many times before their actual death." "The brave, only but once." "Is that Julius Caesar?" "Yes!" "Look, I know how you feel about Nicky, believe me." "But this... this is the one we're all gonna be remembered for." "Ah, Jesus Murphy." "Ah, you waste no time." "What can I say?" "I'm excited." "OK." "Great, we're all here." "So, starting tomorrow, there'll be no contact." "During that time period Paddy will have made the sales," "Guy will have completed the books." "Crunch will be ready to ship them." "And Lola will be handling the money." "In a month's time, we'll contact Amsterdam, the news will get out, we ship the books and we get rich." "Ha." "The Reverend's gonna be some pissed." " I'll take care of the Reverend." " I'll call you with his number." "All right, Nicky, I just gotta say this." "If you're gettin' ready to do me wrong here somehow, this is your chance." "Just don't take this and all is forgiven, man." "No harm, no foul." "Crunch, I'm sorry about what happened." "OK, I fucked up." "I wish I could do it all over again." "But I can't." "We gotta move on." "Look, you've always wanted to do something big, we all have." "This is our chance." "Come on, man, let's do this together, like brothers." "OK, man, I'm in." "All right." "Here's to us, huh?" "Right!" "Gettin' our just rewards." "Truly breathtaking, it is." "Oh, bloody hell." "Hey, Midge." "How you fixed for quarters?" " Dirty Ernie." " Hey, Nicky!" " Give us a hug!" " I'm not a big hugger, Ernie." "Huh." "Midge, go take a walk." "I'll see you at the hotel." "Now watch it, Ernie." "The hookers in this town aren't the cleanest." " Hey!" "That's my wife." " Oh." "Ernie, I'm sorry." "Yeah, it's just, I guess the fashion in Europe is so much further ahead..." "I'm pulling your chain, mate." "That's a hooker." "So, what's the plan?" "OK." "You're gonna knock off ten copies of the Gospel According to James." " All right." " Simultaneously," "Guy De Cornet will be in that building doing the same." "No." "He sickens me, he does." "His work is so ostentatious..." "Oh, forget him." "Just focus on your own work." " Here's a key to the building." " All right." "Guy's books will be perfect." "They'll pass carbon dating, expert analysis, everything." "However, your copies, they won't need any of that carbon dating crap." "They'll just need to look convincing." "Oh, that's much, much cheaper." "But tell me this, why?" "Why bother getting all that proper paper for Guy's books?" "Why... why bother working that lot at all?" "Because I plan on sending your ten copies of the book to the buyers before they can send theirs." "This way, you and I can split it two ways instead of me having to cut it up five ways with them." "I see." "Family's family, but money's money, eh?" "Yeah, well, let me tell you something about family." "Crunch would do the same damn thing if he had any brains in his head." "Yeah, but then he delivers his books a week after you've delivered yours, they're gonna crucify him, and that greasy twat, Guy." "But then they're gonna come after you, my fine chum." "I won't be around." "Yeah?" "Nicky, you still want the Reverend's number?" " Text it to me, Paddy." " Consider it done." " Yeah, what?" " Yeah." "Hi, Reverend." "It's Nicky Calhoun." "What?" "Nicky Calhoun?" "What are you doin' callin' me?" "Listen, I just wanted to let you know that we've got your book and just wanted to give you a heads up, there's a slight delay." " Delay?" " Right." "With the delivery time." " It might take a month or so." " Look, I don't know what the fuck you're talking about." "Don't call me again." "Listen, I'm gonna come see you and we can discuss it then." "How's that?" "Reverend?" "Reverend?" "Not here." "Leave a message." "Reverend, again, I apologize about the delay." "I'm on my way to Detroit so you and I can have a face-to-face." "Reverend?" "I think he paid, like, three grand for the whole place." "Why is it I've not heard that such as famous book as yours was nicked?" " Paddy, come on." " Just listen to the story, before you say no, lads." "There's a good moral to this story." "Paddy McCarthy here." " Leave me a message..." " Fuck!" "The special Gospel." "Last month, at the Vanderloos Gallery..." " I'd like to report a theft." " I don't understand." "We're not the police." "No, no, no." "It's a book in your collection." "A Gospel printed by the Gutenberg Press." "Yeah." "I think you are mistaken." "No, no, no." "It's the Gospel According to James and it's a fake." " Check it out." " I can't do that." " Why not?" " We are sculpture museum." "We have no books or paintings." "We have only sculpture." "The Reverend's got somebody on the inside." "We have an expert coming in on Saturday." "Paddy, get us a name." "We're sorry." "The number you have reached is not in service." " Later, Crunch!" " There's gotta be like..." " Fuck!" " ...ten experts in the country" " they could have called." " Olga Something-Long." " Hello?" " It's Nicky Calhoun." "Have you..." "Have you seen Paddy?" " What?" " Did you fuckin' see Paddy?" "He left a couple of days ago." "What about the Gospel?" "Did Customs ask you to look at the Gospel?" " Gospel?" " The fuckin' Gospel According to James!" "Did they ask you to look at it?" "What?" "And that is the story of the theft of the Mona Lisa." "You just took five and half of the best years of my life away, Nicky." "Nicky Boy, you'll pay the piper for what you did to Dennis." "I'll see to it meself." " I'll take care of the Reverend." " I'll call you with his number." "Yeah?" "Nicky, want the Reverend's number?" "We could have made history." "Please leave a message." "Lola, pick up the phone." "Call me!" "We got a problem!" "So, so what are you telling me?" "You don't trust me." "It's not like I don't trust you." "Come on." " Everybody's fuckin' lyin' to me." " Nobody's lyin'." "It's like, uh, well, I'll tell you what it's like, it's like Claudius." "For my money, the greatest Roman Emperor of them all." "You know how Claudius survived some of the most brutal rulers of his time?" "How he outlived all those crazy-assed homicidal family members?" " How?" " Played the fool." "Played the fool and fooled them all." "Even those he loved." "Bick." "Uh, OK." "Hello?" "Four twenty-six?" "OK." "How long have you been cooking this thing up?" "Well, you remember Lola's little hot tub party?" "And great men don't miss their fate." "I missed mine, Francie." "I was probably staring at it the whole time and I just missed it." "So everyone was in on this except for my lanky ass." "People are predictable Francis, you, me." "If we weren't, we'd just spend all our time trying to figure out what crazy shit everybody else was up to." "All I did was drop off a sculpture." "And then picked it on up." "I just needed to plant the idea and let his imagination do the rest." "Saturday, ten AM." "Guy walks into the border station." " I got Guy on the other line." " OK." "I'm in." "Yeah." " You got a warrant?" " I don't need a warrant." "I'm not a cop." "But these guys are." "Domenic Calhoun, we've received information giving us probable cause for a search." "Look who we have here." "Georges Seurat." ""Model, Rear-View," 1887." "Pointillist phase." "This is so beautiful." "I love all the little dots." "It's very artistic." " You got it?" " I do." " Where's your filly?" " She'll be here, Paddy." "The lady has $750 grand of our capital." "I don't know, mon frere, she's maybe..." "How do you say it?" "The scheming bitch." "Hey, guys, she's doin' something, all right?" "Says she's got some kind of surprise for me." "She's just runnin' late, that's all." "We should just go." "We should leave." "Yeah, Crunch, bud, I love you." "You know I'm with you." "I really think she just fuckin' split." "Just as likely to see a police cruiser as her car comin' around the corner, lad." " Oh, cool." " What?" "I, I saw you fight at the bar." "Did you?" "Then he said you could hold onto it as insurance." "Now I'm gonna point at you really hard." "OK, fine." "Then I'm gonna raise up my arms..." "OK, fine." "So, you mean, you really went through all this trouble just to rob Nicky of 300 grand?" "Three hundred thousand?" "Try 20 million." "This is where the story becomes interesting." "Two weeks ago, this painting was stolen from an art collector in Mexico." "Fate, Francie." "Fate is what just happened." "I need you to find something for me." "Uncle Paddy could come up with ten buyers easily." "Ten buyers I can find, maybe more." "You see, all he needed was the news of the theft." "Paddy McCarthy here." "I got a piece you might be interested in." " And she's a real beauty." " Where's the Seurat?" "Georges Seurat, you ignorant fuck!" "The seminal French "Post-Impressionalist"." "The father of pointillism." " That Georges Seurat!" " This is all about the Seurat." "This has nothing to do with Nicky's painting." "If this is even close to real, Paddy's gonna make a bundle." "We still need four hundred and fifty." "I can pull together a hundred thousand." "I can do one hundred." "This is the one we're all gonna be remembered for." "Ah." "Ten forgeries, seven already shipped." "That's twenty million." "I really like this heist shit." " Ah, careful!" "That's the original." " Wait, you kept the real one?" "The one..." "Interpol know the one in Nicky's room is fake?" "Interpol already thinks they have the real one." "I just want to hold it." "How would you like live with it, Sam?" "I think I'd like that very much." "The first time you see it, you say it's real, whether it is or not." "Absolutely, positively, the real thing." "Boom!" "Oh ho!" "Come on, boys in blue!" "Suit guy!" "Whoo!" "Come on!" " One for the good guys!" " Indeed." "Well, everybody, it's truly been a pleasure." " You did it, Dennis." " One for the ages, eh?" "Either write something worth reading about, or do something worth writing about." "Don't spend it all in one place." "Seasoned crooks swear there's only two days you remember about your stretch in prison:" "the day you get in... and the day you get out." "And you'll only remember your last so long as you've got something waiting for you." " One wallet." "One watch." " As of the day you're released, they can't inspect your mail." "Oh, and this arrived this morning." "Just cleared." " Who's it from?" " Doesn't say." "I could never be certain, but I had faith." "I had trust." "And if you've got no trust... then what do you got?" " What painting?" " The Seurat." "Whoa." "Whoa." "What?" "The Georges Seurat, you ignorant fuck." "The seminal post French "Impressionalisht"." "The father of fucking..." "Fuck!" "The seminal founder of "Post-Impressionalism"." " The father of pointillism." " Seminal French" " Post-Impressionist." " Seminal French Post-Impressionist." " And father of pointillism." " And father of pointillism." "The seminal French "Post-Impressionalist"." "The founder of fuckin', fuckin' and the fuck line-ups." "Arr, matey!" "The Georges Seurat, you ignorant fuck." "The seminal father of "Post-Impressionalism"." "The founder of fuckin'..." "That guy!" "The Seminal French "Post-Impressionalist"." "The father of pointillism." "That Georges Seurat, you fuckin' baboon." "He's the seminal French "Post-Impressionalist"!" "My God, you're a downer." "What the fuck, what are you, Eeyore?" "What are you, Morrissey?" "What are you, fuckin' Willy Loman?" "A fuckin' boner killer." "A boner-killer?" "Even for you, Francie, I refuse to be a boner killer." "So, should I get the door?" "I'll get the door." "I'll get it." "Hoo hoo!" " I'm in a play." " Yeah?" " What's it called?" " Amish Cats." " What's it called?" " Punch My Pussy." "Punch My Pussy?" " Wait." "What's it called?" " Cats." "The..." "The Cats?" "The Cats." "Cats or The Cats." " All righty." "With the beard?" " Yeah." "It's fuckin' slow, man."