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Man on radio: Third floor secure.

Man #2 on radio: Yeah, roger that.

(Beeping)

(Faint moaning)

Man: You know how many I had to do to get it right?

Vermeer was a genius.

It's a red pick-up, dent on the passenger's side.

Stein just called his chauffeur. He's coming out.

Man: Evening, sir.

(Engine starting)

(Screaming)

- (Shouting, groaning) - We got to get out of here!

Harry, what are you doing?

He's coming right at us!

(Screaming)

Man: Get the gun!

Man #2: No, no don't use the gun, that's gas!

Man: Oh! Get me out!

(Screaming, groaning)

(Choking, groaning)

Man #3: Rudi! Rudi!

(Screaming)

Woman on PA: Can I have a mechanic to the sales office?

A mechanic to the sales office.

- Linda. - I know, I know, I'm late.

I overslept, okay?

I was up late waiting for my husband to come home.

Which he never did, the son of a bitch.

This isn't about being late, Linda.

Look, if it's about the red pick-up truck Joe borrowed,

I swear I'll get it back today. I swear.

Linda, Joe's dead.

I'm sorry.

- Hi. - It's not even 8:00 yet.

What are you doing here?

- Oh. - What?

Are they here for Terry? I'm so mad.

He took off with that low-life Joe Pirelli last night.

Honey, go inside. I don't want to tell you this on the porch.

- What? - Go inside, sweetie.

Woman: No!

(Dishes clank)

Harry, you know, it really worries me when you do this.

I was up all...

Oh, it's you.

What has he done this time?

Maybe you better sit down.

Linda: It's... it's his.

- (Sobbing) - It's all right.

Mom: Okay, baby, it's all right.

Come on, sweetie. Here, we'll just sit you down,

you don't have to be here much longer.

Try and relax for a little bit, okay? It's all right.

They had Joe's wedding ring. They showed me his ring.

(Sniffles)

It was my Dad's, he's dead, too.

They're waiting for Terry's dental records

to make a positive identification.

I'm gonna try and get you some water or something, okay?

Do you know where the ladies room is?

Linda: The truck exploded. Something about an accident.

- That's all they've told us. - I arranged transportation

to take you home. There's a more comfortable waiting area.

No, no, we would just like to know what happened.

I don't know. Can I get you some coffee?

No! Listen, no one has told us anything, okay?!

- Except a fire in the truck... - I know.

No, you don't know! God!

Officer: I'm so sorry.

- We're doing everything we can. - Excuse me.

(Doors open)

I'm Dolly Rawlins. You have my husband.

- I want to see him. - Please take a seat, Mrs. Rawlins.

We'll be with you in one moment.

Here you go, sweetie-pie.

Hey, John, how's things going?

Ah, just great. I've got three charred bodies

and three widows trying to identify them.

- Three? Only three? - Yeah. What, that's not enough?

- Hey, Joyce. - Hey, Mike.

Joyce, I can never remember that guy's name.

Mrs. Rawlins, I'm Lieutenant John Maynard...

I know very well who you are, Lieutenant Maynard.

You brought Harry in for every scam in this city.

These photographs were taken at the crash scene.

They're pretty graphic.

The three men were trapped inside the truck.

They were all severely burned

and dismembered by the explosives.

This is all that remains of the truck.

What's this?

Wet cement. They were hit by a cement truck... hit and run.

The wool and synthetic masks

burned Pirelli and Heller's faces.

But in your husband's case, we think he must have

put up his hands to protect his face.

Because there are no jaw, teeth or hands.

What makes you think this is him?

Joyce.

Maynard: These effects were found on the body.

His initials HR on that watch.

You recognize anything?

Where's his gold lighter?

This is all we recovered.

Mrs. Rawlins, do they belong to your husband?

Yes, this is my husband's.

I gave it to him 10 years ago.

- Where's the lighter? - I don't have it.

- Can I have the watch, please? - No, you cannot.

You better come up with that lighter.

Maynard: I don't have it. Please give me the watch.

- Mrs. Rawlins... - No, no! I don't trust him!

(Various shouts)

No! No! No!

Dolly, wait. You can't do this!

Leave the poor woman alone! Let her hold onto it for a while.

- Oh God, help me! - It's evidence.

She can have it right after...

Don't you know what finding a watch means?

It means nothing.

It means $5,000, that's what it means.

Come on, Jimmy.

- Dolly: Come on! - Jimmy: Yeah.

That lady cop,

she wanted me to give you this card.

It's for grief counseling.

Anything you ever need, I'm here for you.

With your greedy hand out.

Who do you think you're kidding, Jimmy?

Who's that down there? Is that one of them?

- Yeah. - Linda: Mrs. Rawlins?

Oh, God!

I'm Linda Pirelli.

They haven't told me or Shirley a thing.

I was hanging around to see if maybe you knew anything.

- If you need a lift... - No, I don't think so.

- No. - Look,

they've been keeping us totally in the dark.

All they said is they wouldn't know for a few weeks...

did you know if the truck was a red pick-up?

White. They said white.

Oh, that's not the one Joe borrowed.

I work for Edgar's Used Cars.

- You know it? - Oh, yeah, yeah.

Eddie was screaming about that pick-up this morning,

and Joe borrowed it and we already had sold it.

But you know, it still had a dent that we had to fix.

Anyway, I have to get that pick-up back and...

Could we go? Could we go?

Mrs. Rawlins, I'm really sorry about your loss.

I really wish we had met under better circumstances.

Okay.

I know that your husband was paying Joe.

I know that there was some big job lined up.

Anyway...

if you find out what happened, would you let me know?

So I can pass it on to Shirley, that's Terry Heller's wife.

Level with me...

what was Harry doing last night?

- How should I know? - Oh, come on! Come on!

I've kept him straight for years. What happened?

Who's to say he wasn't on the up and up?

Did you hear Maynard?

Their masks were burned to their faces. Their masks.

They were not going to a costume party.

All right, fine, fine.

If I find out you know something and you're not telling...

I don't know what he was doing, all right!

Good, good.

Hey Dolly, Dolly...

have you eaten today?

(Laughs)

Are you sure you're gonna be all right on your own?

(Sighs)

Jimmy!

Jimmy!

Jimmy!

(Sighs)

Ah!

- Ah! - Listen to me.

Your husband has a tape that belongs to me

and I'm coming back for it. No cops.

You find it!

My God.

Any idea what they were looking for?

No.

How's the rest of the house?

Wrecked downstairs, but nothing touched upstairs.

Guess you must have disturbed them.

You want to show me upstairs?

(Heavy sigh)

Maynard: Mrs. Rawlins, can we go upstairs?

You wanna check your jewelry?

Yeah.

It's all there.

He gave that to me on my last birthday.

Looks like you got off lucky.

This was going to be our baby's nursery.

Harry spent hours in this room.

He put together a dream nursery for a little kid.

He tore the whole thing apart and redecorated.

And by the time I got home from the hospital,

this is what was here.

- (Cell phone rings) - Maynard.

What? Why?

Your store's been broken into.

(Screams)

- Mom, call the cops! Oh, God! - (Pounding)

No!

- (Both screaming) - I want that tape!

Get off of me!

Mom: Oh, God! Oh, Shirley!

Are you okay?

- (Knocking) - Who is it?

- What do you want? - Police.

I need to speak to Rudi.

He's not here.

Hey, open the door! I got to talk to him!

Hey, hey, cool it down. He's not here, all right?

(Banging)

Rudi!

- Rudi? - What are you doing in here?

Where is he? I got to talk to him.

Rudi! Rudi!

- Where's Rudi? - He's not here.

I can't find the videotape. So you tell Rudi to make contact,

you understand? I want that video.

Why? Is it overdue at the rental place?

I don't like wise-asses, understand? I don't like 'em!

Don't you jerk me around. You tell him to call me.

You understand? You tell him to call me.

I don't know where he is. He's been gone since yesterday!

He probably went back to his damn wife.

Left a lot of nice stuff.

Can you tell if anything's missing?

No I can't.

I just need to go home.

Uh-huh.

And this has nothing to do with your husband, right?

Look around, Mrs. Rawlins,

this is the same kind of damage as is at your house.

Robbery isn't the motive.

You think your husband might've left something worth looking for?

Something worth smacking his wife around for?

- Leave me alone. - You are. Completely alone.

- You're wrong. - Am I?

Yes. He'll be right beside me,

right inside me,

till the day I die.

Together a long time, no?

Since you were kids.

Started with nothing, built up a nice business.

We worked for it, Maynard,

every step of the way.

Well, hang on to your precious memories, sweetheart,

'cause you scratch the surface, you'll find the dirt underneath.

I'm looking at it.

Minister: ...dust to dust.

The Lord bless him and keep him.

The Lord make his face to shine upon him

and be gracious to him.

The Lord lift up his countenance upon him and bring him peace.

Amen.

Shirley: Oh, Terry!

Shirley, don't. Don't. Get up, sweetie.

Don't make a spectacle of yourself.

One down.

I hear Pirelli's being cremated today.

Why bother? He's burned to a crisp.

Linda: Bad enough that you and your damn family

took over the funeral, now you want his ashes, too?

They belong to me. He was my husband.

Linda, come on. Show some respect.

Respect? When did you and your family ever show me any?

Your mama never approved of me.

Thought I wasn't good enough for her baby.

- Linda, don't start. - I'll start if I want to!

I'll start whatever I want, okay?

And that cheap tramp over there... yes, you, missy.

I know "Mama" wanted Joe to marry you, but he married me!

Okay? He loved me!

These are mine. And your mother,

bitch-on-wheels woman that she is...

What?! No! No!

(Sobbing)

Linda: Did I tell you someone trashed my apartment?

Everything just thrown all around.

- Let me put this down. - No, Bella, please.

I don't want to do that again.

I have these horrible flashbacks of that horrible funeral.

I kept pulling it one way

and Joe's stupid brother, Carmine, kept pulling it another

until the whole thing popped open and the ashes

just flew everywhere and Joe's on my dress,

he's on the floor, he's on the walls...

he's just everywhere.

It was awful.

What did you do? You get him back in there?

Yeah, finally. Threw a couple of cigarette butts in I think.

(Laughing)

You should have seen the mother.

Oh, honey,

I am so sorry.

I'm sorry. I don't mean...

to dump all of this on you,

but I really have nowhere else to go, you know?

Where's Rudi?

I wasn't going to say anything,

but you'll find out sooner or later. Rudi left.

Went back to his wife, I think.

For real?

Yep.

Losers, all of them.

I didn't mean that. Not my Joe.

He was just so unlucky, Bella, you know?

You're gonna be okay, Bella.

I suppose I'll stay on here.

Truth is, I've been paying rent since I moved in with him.

That's true.

This was the first time I thought I was

with somebody who really cared about me.

Rudi knew all about me, we had no secrets.

I really loved him.

The truck.

Oh my God, the truck.

Bella, I got to find that truck.

Oh, man. I'm all right. I'm all right.

Wait, listen, I gotta find it.

It's the red one with the dent on the right side.

No, no, the left side, and Joe borrowed it.

Oh, Jeez. You got it? You got it?

I'm sorry. I got to get it back.

Listen, thanks for the beer.

Come on, Linda. Come on, now. You're not going nowhere.

Come on.

I got to get the truck back.

(Sobbing)

(Police radio chatter)

Dolly: Did you clean out the store?

- Yeah. - Was anything stolen?

No, the inventory's all there. It's just the damage.

But you can put in a claim for that on the insurance.

Tell everyone there'll be nothing at home after the service.

Already done.

Are you sure you want to be alone?

I'm not alone, Jimmy.

He's dead, Dolly. You gotta face it.

I'll face it when I know who killed him.

Close the door, please.

(Bell tolling)

(Faint organ music playing)

Rawlins was part of the Gardner Museum heist in 1990,

but I could never prove it.

Ruined my career but good.

Mrs. Rawlins knows where the paintings are stashed.

I can feel it.

That's Arnold Stein, the owner of the gallery.

Stein was questioned after the museum robbery, too.

None of them got nailed for it,

but I know they were in it together somehow.

Here she comes.

Minister: Will you stand with me and read together the 25th Psalm?

What a waste of money. They could've fit him in a shoebox.

Minister: I trust in thee.

Let me not be ashamed.

Do not let my enemies triumph over me.

Do not remember the sins of my youth.

In your love, remember me.

Relieve the anguish of my heart

and set me free from my distress.

See how many are my foes; how violent their hatred of me.

- Hey, look. - Minister: May innocence...

and uprightness protect me;

for my hope is in you, Oh Lord.

Goodbye, my love.

Stein: I knew Rawlins only in a business capacity.

He used to offer me the odd artwork, nothing exceptional.

What about the others? Terry Heller? Joe Pirelli?

(Sighs)

No, never seen them before.

Why exactly are you here?

These artworks Rawlins was trying to sell... they worth much?

Not really. Couple of 18th century oils.

I believe he got them in an estate sale.

He ever try to sell you anything else?

No. Lieutenant, I am aware of the fact that you believe

Rawlins intended breaking into my gallery but...

He ever try to sell you any stolen paintings?

As I have said, I never purchased any paintings from Rawlins,

either recently or nine years ago.

Yeah, you were questioned at the time.

Along with every other dealer, that is correct.

As I told you, I was not a personal friend of Mr. Rawlins.

But you were at his funeral.

Out of respect for his wife.

Did she ever try to sell you any paintings?

(Laughs)

I collect certain porcelain figurines

and have purchased a number from her.

Thanks.

You have my card.

I'd appreciate it if you'd contact me

should Mrs. Rawlins attempt to sell...

Lieutenant, I have never even considered purchasing

any artwork without checking

its authenticity and provenance.

I don't intend to start now.

(Phone ringing)

Hello? Speaking.

I'm sorry?

Oh, oh, oh, yeah.

I need somebody to come over and assess the damage

to my home and my...

What?

No.

Well, that's not possible because my husband

always paid the premiums on time.

That much I know for a fact so there must be some mistake.

When?

All right, I'll dig up the policies

and I'll get back to you.

(Heavy sigh)

Oh, God, what happened, did he come back?

No, the repo man came and stripped the place.

Oh, what did you ever have to marry that bum for?

With your looks you could have had your pick.

But no, you had to run off with that worthless, piece of...

Stop it, Mom. I loved him.

Look around, Shirley, 'cause this is what he left you with.

That's always been your trouble, not a brain between your ears.

You're gonna have to think about what your next move is.

Mom, I can't think, 'cause I'm stupid...

or so you keep telling me.

It's a good thing you got me thinking for you.

- You've got an audition. - Oh, Mom, please.

I'm serious. It's a dinner theater tour

of "The Sound of Music." It's in a few days

so we got to rehearse real hard.

No, I'm not doing any audition.

Yes, you are 'cause you got nothing else.

I got nothing else 'cause I'm stupid. Say it again.

Why don't you play a different record 'cause I'm sick

of hearing the one about how dumb I am.

I can't help it honey, you are.

But you look great. At least you got that going for you.

Here she comes.

Would you like me to call a doctor?

No, no, no, I'm all right.

Just a little bit of a shock, that's all.

There's no insurance, there's no...

The withdrawals from your account

were all signed for by your husband.

Is this his signature?

Yes.

Is there anything else? Anything at all?

Not apart from the safety deposit box.

When did he get a safety deposit box?

Six months ago.

Now, if you could sign where I've indicated,

and I'll be able to release the contents to you.

You use your key to open the second lock.

(Videotape inserting)

Oh my God.

Harry.

Shirley: * A flibbertigibbet! A will-o'-the-wisp! *

* A clown! *

Come on, Shirley, put some energy into it.

Look, they've given us three songs to learn.

The one when they're coming over the mountain, the one when

they're picking edelweiss and the one with the nuns.

Shirley, are you listening to me? You gotta concentrate.

Maybe I have a few things on my mind.

Get them off your mind. Life goes on, Terry's dead.

You're alive. Come on, you gotta survive.

Okay? Let's do it again.

Last time it sounded like a funeral dirge.

You ready? Now go for it.

(Harmonica note plays)

* How do you solve a problem like Maria? *

* How do you catch a cloud and pin it down? *

* How do you find a word that means Maria? *

* A flibbertigibbet! A will-o'-the-wisp! *

* A clown! *

Linda! Linda!

Look, Linda, I've got one, two three... six sales receipts here.

- What about them? - There's the price.

Where's the sales tax, huh? Or this one here,

there's the price, but look what you charged

for sales tax, Linda. How much is sales tax?

- Five percent. - Right. There's even a chart.

You just find the price and bingo, it tells you the sales tax.

- None of those make any sense. - So, what's the problem?

I undercharge on one and overcharge on the other.

- They all even out. - (Horn blowing)

This is the government we're talking about.

- Come on! - They don't care

if you can't read numbers properly.

Your little screw-up here, is gonna come out of my pocket!

- I'm sorry. - You're sorry.

Linda, from now on, you don't touch another bill of sale.

Not another one. And can you get that pick-up truck back here?

Like first thing tomorrow morning, maybe?

Linda? Linda, I'm talking to you!

All right, already, I heard you, Eddie.

Give me a break, all right? God!

I just did, Linda. That's the last one, I mean that!

Did she say what she wanted?

(Engine turns over, dies)

Linda: Jeez, do yourself a favor, trade this wreck in.

Eddie will give you a good price for it.

No, I could never trade this in. This is Terry's pride and joy.

Besides, there's a lot of custom work in here.

Yeah, you could have fooled me.

- So what did she say to you? - Come over as soon as possible.

(Engine starts)

Do you think maybe she's gonna offer us some compensation?

- Jesus, Shirley, come on. - All right, relax.

- Just relax. - You do this all the time,

- look at you! - Okay!

So why do you think she wants to give us something?

Because it had to be her old man's fault.

He did rope in Joe.

Said it was some big job, big money thing.

(Tires squeal)

Jesus, Shirley, did you ever take the test?

God, watch out for the bus, please.

I saw it, I saw it.

All right, so do you know her address?

Yeah. Why are you in such a hurry, Shirley?

I can't stay very long. I've got to rehearse.

- You're doing a show? - Maybe.

- Take the next right. - Oh, oh.

Did you mean that right?

(Doorbell rings)

Are you sure this is the right house?

Yes, I'm sure. Ring the bell again.

This place is worth a few bucks, isn't it?

Oh, yeah.

Oh, sorry, we didn't know you were home.

- Hi. - Are the cops following you?

No.

No, not me. How about you, Linda?

How about me, what?

She must be loaded. Maybe I was right.

Maybe she's gonna give us some...

Please sit down.

Thank you.

I'm going to show you something,

and you must never discuss with anyone

what you're about to see.

Woman on TV: Thank you, darling. Here you go.

Jimmy: Let me in.

Did you get the disinfectant and some fresh gauze?

Yeah, if it was on your list.

He should have gone to the hospital.

What, and let the cops pick him up?

I don't know what to do for this kind of thing.

As long as they're not infected, he's okay.

Is he? Hey, is he okay?

I don't know, look for yourself.

Oh my God.

You think he's gonna be okay?

Dolly: That's the Rembrandt, that's the Rubens.

And that one is the big prize.

That's the Vermeer.

It's worth millions. The value of all the paintings stolen

is said to be $ 700 million, but this one...

this Vermeer is worth $300 million all by itself.

That's Terry. That's my husband.

Oh, I know.

That's Rudi Sellick, the guy rolling up the painting.

He's an artist, a painter.

He used to live with a girlfriend of mine, Bella.

- Do you know her? - No.

Here, look at him.

Linda: No, I don't know that guy.

Wait, who's the older guy?

That's my husband.

Linda: Oh.

Can you give me the number of this Bella?

Don't call her early. She works nights.

Maynard: You know this place?

You tell me what Mrs. Harry Rawlins is doing in there?

Maybe she's into chicks dancing with their privates in her face.

Get in there and check her out.

(Loud rock music playing, patrons shouting)

* Long legs, wicked smile *

* She knows how to please *

* One look is all it takes *

* To bring a man to his knees *

* She's crawling on the table sliding in the slot *

* She's packing, watch the show, baby... *

Excuse me, I'm looking for a woman named Bella O'Reilly.

- Does she work here? - Yeah, that's her.

* She could go all night *

* She's got all the right *

* Dimensions *

* She's got the moves of experience *

* And a face just like a child *

* When she gets you in her sights *

* Your imagination runs wild *

* She's crawling on the table sliding in the slot *

* She's packing, watch the show, baby, ready or not... *

How you doing? What can I get you?

Night out with the old man, huh?

We got burgers, we got pizza, we got coffee...

Vodka rocks, please.

Sure thing. Would you bring a beer to my friend

over there by the pool table?

Thank you.

(Instrumental break playing)

Bella: Yeah, that's him.

He came to see Rudi a few weeks ago.

Did he say what he wanted?

He commissioned Rudi to do a painting, I think.

How long ago did you see Rudi?

He took off about 10 days ago.

I think he went back to his wife.

You haven't seen him since?

Nope. He hasn't even been back to pick up his stuff.

What are you, a marriage counselor?

No, I'm looking for the man who killed my husband.

Is there any way I can get in touch with Rudi?

I said I don't know where he is.

Has anybody else been around asking questions?

Hey.

A cop.

Red hair, I've seen him with Rudi before.

Did you get a name?

Resnick.

Okay.

Look...

take it. Get another job.

You're gonna die on the vine in this place.

So, did she tell you about this?

- What about it? - It's a Vartmeer...

from the robbery at the Gardner Museum.

What, that? Rudi painted that.

Did you see him do it? Bella, this is old.

Look at the cracks. She's got this on video.

A video? Of what?

Her husband and Rudi stealing this.

I'm right. I'm right. I know I'm right.

I think we should go to the cops.

Don't be dumb. It was in my apartment.

They'll think I stole it.

Then maybe we should go see Mrs. Rawlins?

You're right. Go get dressed.

- Right now? - You heard what she said.

It's worth millions. We're gonna be rich, Shirley, rich.

- But it's stolen. - So maybe there's a reward!

Oh.

(Doorbell rings)

- What's going on? - We need to talk.

Hey.

I know about the video.

Oh, no. I don't believe this.

What did I say to you? What did I say to both of you?

I didn't say a word. It wasn't me.

If you don't want me around, fine. I'll walk out.

This has nothing to do with you.

What do you mean? If Rudi is on that video...

Just give us a minute so I can show you what couldn't wait.

All right? It's about the Vartmeer.

- Where did you get this? - Rudi's place.

It's the one on the video. It's the Vartmeer.

Vermeer, the artist's name is Vermeer.

He was Dutch.

It's a fake.

Are you sure?

It was torched and then varnished.

That's why it's cracked all over.

- It's a very common technique. - Is it worth anything?

No more than the canvas it's painted on.

Sit down, please.

Bella, take a look at this video.

Tell me if you recognize the fourth man.

Bella: That's the cop that came to my place.

Resnick. You think Resnick set them up?

One thing's for sure, he'll do just about anything

to get his hands on this videotape.

Then why don't we just hire somebody to kill him?

All right, all right, let's not do anything rash.

Rash? Our husbands were murdered, right?

Dolly: I'm saying it wasn't an accident.

Here...

divide this among yourselves.

Wait for me to call.

We're gonna find out who killed them.

(Sirens approaching)

(Faint moaning)

I'll meet you at the bowling alley as soon as I'm off duty.

If we want to win this tournament, we gotta practice more.

- Yeah. - Hey, John!

What's, you know, what's the consensus?

On paper we got two rival gangs nobody gives a darn about,

maybe trying to knock off the same bank.

But I know it's about Stein's gallery,

which happens to be across the street.

How many cement mixers can there be in Boston, right?

I'm not after a cement mixer.

I'm after Harry Rawlins' widow.

He's nuts. You know that, right?

Yeah.

- You get your message? - What message?

Your lady friend called again. Left a note on your desk.

- Said it was urgent. - Yeah?

- Did she leave a name? - Nope.

"Slide cartridge section back and insert..."

(phone ringing)

Hello? Oh, yeah, hello.

Thank you for returning my call. I think we'd better meet.

You better make the time, Detective Resnick,

and the sooner the better, because I have the video.

(Piano music playing)

* How do you solve a problem like Maria? *

No, Shirley, honey, listen to the intro.

Can you just do it one more time?

Listen, listen... * Da, da, da, da, da, da *

* Da, da, da, da, da, da *

* How do you solve a problem like Maria? *

- * How do you get... * - I'm not doing it.

Come on, honey, don't be stupid, all right?

We've been through the tap dance, you know the lines...

Don't call me stupid, Mom!

It's bad enough you named me after Shirley Temple

without treating me like a four-year-old.

Don't knock Shirley Temple, she was an ambassador.

Okay, now listen to me, you got no job, no money... just me.

All right, okay? So, from the top. Here we go. Go.

(Piano music plays)

* How do you solve a problem like Maria? *

* How do you catch a cloud and pin it down? *

* How do you find a word that means Maria? *

* A flibbertigibbet! A will-o'-the-wisp! A clown! *

(faint museum recording playing)

(Sighs)

Where is it? You got it with you?

You'd think I'd be stupid enough to bring it?

Or not make copies for that matter?

You lay one finger on me

or the other women ever again

and you will get your 15 minutes of fame, my friend.

That videotape will get you 20 years behind bars, easily.

Who killed my husband?

- A cement truck. - No, don't do that.

I haven't got the time or the patience for that.

Okay, change of subject.

Tell me about the Gardner Museum robbery.

All I know is,

we were only supposed to steal the Vermeer,

but then your husband Harry started to get very greedy

and started stealing everything he could get his hands on.

A Degas, two Rubens, a Rembrandt...

God knows what else, right?

What happened to the paintings?

I don't know. All hell broke loose.

It turned into the biggest robbery in history.

What happened to the paintings?

Harry said the buyer got cold feet.

Every cop in Boston... everybody else in the United States

plus the FBI was after those paintings.

What happened to the paintings?

He burned them.

That's what he told us.

He destroyed them all.

The cops were hauling him in for questioning...

Do you believe he burned $ 700 million worth of paintings?

I was just a kid. It was my first time in uniform.

- That's what he told us. - And you believed him?

Yeah, we didn't have much choice.

He took that security tape, right, to keep our mouths shut.

Then he tells me he lied, right?

Contacts me nine years later and tells me he lied.

He destroyed them all but one.

The Vermeer?

(Children chattering)

When you robbed the Boston Museum,

did somebody pay Harry to steal that specific painting?

Well, I guess so.

He referred to someone as the buyer.

So the Vermeer was stolen to order?

- Yeah. - Who was the buyer?

I don't know. We just called him the buyer.

- Was it Arnold Stein? - Stein?

Did he pay for the Boston robbery?

Was he the original buyer?

I'm telling you, I don't know.

I need to talk to Rudi Sellick.

- Rudi? - Yeah, Rudi.

- I don't know where he is. - You're a cop, so find him.

Please take me seriously, detective.

I was Harry's wife for a long, long time

and I am in a lot of pain here.

So I'm not inclined to be very patient.

Call me when you have Rudi's address.

Okay.

(Scoffs)

How did Harry ever get involved with you in the first place?

Well, you know, what do you care, right?

Your husband was a piece of work, I'll tell you that.

Even dead, he's still got a gun to my head.

I am worse off than him.

Only if you haven't told me the truth.

I told you never to call me.

I know, I just thought you'd want to know.

That you failed? Three funerals, not four.

You'll have to finish what you got paid for.

Yeah, all right, but what about the Rawlins widow?

She knows about the museum robbery. She wants to meet Rudi.

She knows he got out of the truck alive.

That's your screw-up.

Better kill two birds with one stone.

I'm late for the opera... "La Traviata."

But I think she knows you still have the Vermeer.

I'll be sure there are lilies for Dolly when she goes.

She likes that theatrical touch.

We can't talk here. Come on, come on.

Like I told you, Mike, Rudi won't talk to you.

She's calling me at the station. She's making threats.

I need to speak to Rudi! She's got the videotape.

All right, all right...

you know Harry's warehouse?

I will get Rudi to meet you there tonight, say 9:00?

You better! You better!

Because if she gives that tape to the cops...

You do it!

I will.

(Faint opera music playing)

(Phone ringing)

(Music stops)

- Yes? - Hi, it's me.

Yeah, I know. I got an address for Rudi Sellick.

2858 Washington, Apartment 3A.

Yeah, you know, you just be there at 10:00.

Wait outside and I'll take you up to see Rudi. Okay?

- 10:00. - Okay.

(Knocking)

You said 9:00.

- Sorry, Mike. - Where's Rudi?

We were waiting inside.

We must have gotten confused.

I've been waiting nearly half an hour here, Jimmy.

- If I'm late for... - Hey, I said I'm sorry.

What more do you want? Come on, Mike,

Rudi's got a plan to sort this whole thing out.

He better be quick. I'm meeting someone else at 10:00.

(Dog barking)

Officer: Looks like she's having an early night.

Officer #2: We should be so lucky.

- Jimmy: Okay, Mike, over here. - Right, right.

Yeah, just follow me. Rudi's out back.

Jimmy, I can't see you. How much...

(ringing)

Jimmy.

Jimmy!

Jimmy!

Come on, Jimmy, what's going on?!

Man: How much did Stein give you for the tip, Mike?

Who ordered the cement coffin?

Dolly: What time do you have?

Almost 10:00.

I'm a little early.

Resnick: I swear to God it wasn't me. You gotta believe me.

Man: Jimmy, get rid of his car.

Resnick: Don't do anything silly. Tell me what you want to know.

Man: So, has he moved the Vermeer from the vault?

Stein's too scared to even think about moving the Vermeer.

- (Gun cocks) - I'm telling you the truth.

- Please don't. - This is for Joe Pirelli.

- (Gunshot) - (Resnick screams)

This is for Terry Heller.

- (Gunshot) - (Groans)

(Car horn honks, Resnick groaning)

Listen to me.

Arnold Stein thinks Rudi Sellick's alive, right?

- Yeah, yeah. - He doesn't know it's you.

Man: This... this is for Rudi Sellick.

(Screams)

Poor Rudi Sellick.

His head was severed from his body

and it landed in the front seat.

Poor Rudi Sellick.

Lucky Harry Rawlins.

Resnick: Please don't kill me. Please, Harry, please don't.

You've been stood up. It's way after 10:00.

Maybe he's gone in already.

What do you want me to do?

Wait for me.

- I got it. - Thanks.

God.

Are you Rudi Sellick's wife?

- I'm supposed to meet him. - Well, he's not here.

I don't know where he is.

Please, could you just give me a minute?

- Please? - You can't come in.

He's not here. I don't know...

I just want to speak to you. Please.

I'm Harry Rawlins' wife.

I haven't seen him in months, but if you give me your number

and he comes around, I'll have him call you, okay?

Okay. Do you have a pen?

- It's over there. - Okay.

(Baby cries)

Whoa, judging from this laundry,

you've got your work cut out for you.

Is somebody sick?

You know, maybe I've got somebody else, another guy.

But I don't see how that's any business of yours.

Rudi and I split up.

He's a bum.

Did you ever meet a cop named Mike Resnick?

Tall guy, curly red hair?

No.

Look, what do you want?

Some answers, I guess.

I'm sorry, I don't have any. I can't help you.

How old is he?

10 months.

I tried so long to get pregnant,

I couldn't believe it when I finally did.

Harry was so happy.

Put together the most beautiful nursery,

decorated the whole thing himself, wouldn't let me lift a finger.

- Listen... - I'm sorry,

I just can't get it through my head that he's gone.

You ever meet him? Harry?

No.

Look, I'm sorry about what's happened,

but I'd like you to leave please.

Okay, okay.

I'll put this over here, all right?

On your mantel.

- Where's the lighter? - I don't have it.

- Can I have the watch, please? - No, you cannot.

You better come up with that lighter.

If he should contact you...

I'll have him call you.

Would you? Thanks.

Did you tie him up good and tight?

Jimmy: Yeah. He bled all over me.

What did you do with his car?

Dumped it on the other side of the bridge. He's dying.

Yeah, in a lot of pain.

(Groaning)

Jimmy.

(Sighs)

You scared the life out of me.

What are you doing here?

Just came by to see if you were okay.

And I wondered if... if you wanted me to start

clearing out some of Harry's clothes.

You don't touch a thing that belonged to Harry.

Not now, not ever.

No offense, Dolly. I was just trying to help.

I haven't seen you in days. Is everything okay?

Everything's fine. Give me your house key, please.

- What? - Give me your key.

Are the store keys on this?

Yeah, sure.

All right. Get out of my home.

Now.

Everything's gonna be fine.

Just fine.

(Phone dialing)

Dolly: Hi, thanks for coming.

I wanted you to meet me here today because

I need you to understand what's driven me...

what is driving me to find out

who killed my husband and who killed your husbands, too.

I think they were going to break into Arnold Stein's art gallery.

I believe he paid for the 1990 museum robbery.

I'm confused, Dolly. What do you mean?

I'm saying Stein has the Vermeer.

Our men wanted to steal it back,

that's why they were murdered.

Dolly, there's someone behind you, watching...

to your left.

All right.

I want you to meet me tonight at 11:00.

Okay?

Warehouse nine on the main wharf.

If you don't come, I'm just going to assume

you don't want what I want...

revenge for my husband's death.

(Dog barking)

Hey, Brando.

That's your name, right? That's your name?

Here, how do you like that? Want some?

Ooh, that's delicious, huh? You like that?

- (Barks) - Good. There's more.

Here you go.

Linda: She said warehouse nine, right?

It's open.

I can't find a light.

Bella: Hello? Hello!

Is anybody here?

- Okay, let's stick together. - (Door closes)

Shirley: Oh, what was that? Did you hear that?

Linda: Shh, listen. Do you hear anything?

(Muffled groans)

Look, let's look for Dolly.

- (Faint clicking) - Oh God! Oh God.

- Linda: Let's go. - All: Dolly! Dolly!

- Dolly! - Dolly?

Shirley: I have a bad feeling about this.

Shh, shh.

- (Squeaking) - (Screams)

Oh, God, something just ran over my feet.

It's rats... rats. There are rats in here.

Okay, let's go. Come on. I'm out.

(Screams)

Oh, Jeez. Dolly, thank God!

Linda: There's an awful lot of stuff in here.

I bet you it's worth a lot of money.

Bella: These are antiques. They must be worth a fortune.

- Linda: She's coming. Shh. - So how did you get in?

Bella: The door was open.

Must have been Harry's cousin Jimmy.

That's another key I've gotta get.

- Thank you. - Thanks.

Hey, do you have any Sweet 'N Low?

Nope.

Anybody smoke?

Uh, I'm allergic to smoke.

Bella: Can I have some of that?

Excuse me. Excuse me.

Smoke was in my eyes.

Terry installed security systems, right?

Linda: He used to.

He got sent to jail for it.

He would install the systems and then sell the plans.

- Linda... - It's the truth.

And Joe went to prison for what?

B and E.

He was a cat burglar.

Well, except for recent.

Rudi was copying a Vermeer.

And our husbands died for the real thing.

Stein may be a killer, but he's also a collector.

That Vermeer is just a painting to you.

But to a collector, it's an orgasmic experience.

(Laughs) I've had a few of those.

Not many worth $300 million.

No.

I want to get Stein where it hurts.

(Thump)

I want that painting.

- (Thumping) - Harry died for it.

I want it.

- (Thumping) - Did you hear that?

It's just the mice.

You think they're sure-footed, but you'd be surprised

how many of them fall from the rafters.

Ooh.

This is nice.

- You'll get better than that. - Promises, promises.

Why don't you go wait for me in the bedroom, huh?

Ah. Hmm.

Hey, hey, come here.

- Give me that. - Ohh.

You know we're supposed to be in the Bahamas by now.

Yeah, I know.

So how much do you think we're gonna get for this stuff?

I don't know. I will try for as much as I can.

I really cleaned her out, Harry.

Jimmy, is there anything left in your pocket?

- Ahh! - Huh?

(Laughs)

Jeez.

When did it all turn off inside you, Harry?

I mean, what did Dolly do?

You get this close to millions, Jimmy,

that's all it's about... money.

No, that's not true.

I loved her for a long, long time.

Then when she lost the baby, she got needy.

She clung to me,

like she couldn't bear to let me out of her sight.

It made me angry

and then I didn't care.

Then when I couldn't love her enough,

I started to hate her because she made me feel guilty.

If she gets in my way...

Dolly: I have the plans that Harry used.

A diagram of the gallery and the vault.

I'm not quite following. I mean, what exactly...

I'm suggesting that we steal the Vermeer.

(Laughs)

I'm prepared to pay each of you $1000 a week.

Right, and then we move on to the Mona Lisa?

I'm really busy rehearsing for a play.

One thing's for sure, we don't use explosives.

Well, that's good.

- We'll never be able to do it. - Possibly not.

But as I say, I'm prepared to pay you to see if we can.

There is one condition though...

you all keep your mouths shut.

One leak, and I pull out.

This is not just for Harry.

Do it for Terry.

Do it for Joe.

If we do get the painting,

what do we do with it?

Sell it.

I mean, it's worth millions, right, Dolly?

No, we give it back.

- Give it back? - To the museum.

The painting's too hot to sell. We'll never find a buyer.

We go for the reward.

These are the keys to the warehouse.

This is where we'll plan it.

Bella, you in or out?

Being dumped is not the same as really losing somebody.

But maybe I've been dumped one time too many.

I'm in.

Linda, you up for it?

Well, if she is...

No, no, no. Make your own decision.

In or out?

I'm in.

If I get this part in the musical, I don't know...

- I've been rehearsing. - In or out, Shirley?

In.

Linda: Okay.

It's an early Victorian, but it's a real bargain

because of the damage in the corner.

(Phone dialing)

Detective Resnick, please.

Woman: I'm afraid he's not in right now.

- Could you leave him a message? - Sure.

Would you tell him I don't like being stood up?

- May I ask who's calling? - He knows who's calling.

* How do you solve *

* A problem like Mar-ia? *

* How do you ho-old *

* A moonbe-am *

* In your ha-and? *

Man: That was lovely, Donna. You mind waiting?

Someone will come and talk to you in just a minute.

- Next please. - You're on, darling.

Knock 'em dead. Okay?

Go, go, go, go.

(Sighs)

- Name? - Shirley Heller.

Okay, what are you going to sing for us, Shirley?

- "Sound of Music." - I hope not all of it.

(Laughs)

Shirley, could you lower your blouse

off your shoulder a little bit, please?

Let us see your figure.

And the other one as well?

A little bit.

Great.

And raise your skirt up just a bit, Shirley,

so we can see your legs.

A little bit more.

Excellent.

Okay, let's hear you sing, Shirley.

Remember, you've got no real problems.

You're happy.

- (Piano playing) - * How do you sound... *

(piano restarting, Shirley muttering)

(Weakly) * How do you g... *

Mom: Sing, Shirley.

Terry...

I lost Terry.

- Sing, Shirley. - I lost...

Terry.

No, no, no, I said put this sticker

on that wreck over there.

- Oh, I'm sorry. - What is this? Huh?

This is a top of the line vehicle you're giving away.

$2,000, Linda? I said $20,000.

You're missing a zero.

And where the hell is that pick-up by the way?

I told you, I'm looking for it.

You're looking for a swift kick in the ass.

Why don't you just go on your lunch break?

And do me a favor, don't come back.

- Are you firing me? - Firing you?

I'm beggin' you to leave.