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You got me in debt to the state.

I gotta refund that guy's deposit on his truck thanks to you.

Don't even think about asking for severance,

'cause you owe me money.

Shirley: I have never been more embarrassed in my whole life.

He wanted me to strip.

Who's ever heard of stripping in "The Sound of Music"?

I strip to music every night.

Let's get some coffee, all right?

I never even got to sing a note.

Linda: The son of a bitch fired me.

What?

And he said that I have to pay for the truck.

I had rehearsed half the night. I even got my own pianist.

It was 50 bucks and I didn't even get to sing.

Hello? Did you hear what I said?

I just got canned.

(Sniffs)

Oh, God, there's a really horrible smell in here.

First we need to find out if these prints

of the security system are still valid

because they're dated five years ago.

Shirley, your husband did this installation.

He must have given this copy of the system to Harry.

You know, Dolly, I'm not too sure about this.

Sure about what?

I've never done anything illegal in my life.

And you're not going to now, Shirley.

I just want you to pay his ex-boss a visit.

Do a little acting job. Nothing difficult.

Nothing illegal. What do you say?

O-okay.

All right. Good. Next.

We've got to find a store dealing in high-tech

security equipment, because we're gonna have

to find a way to stay in constant contact with each other.

- We've also gotta find a way... - I'll do that.

- To disarm the system.

It's just been a fantasy of mine.

You know, the whole private eye thing.

All right. Okay.

And finally and most important,

we've gotta find out if Stein still has his Vermeer.

One of us will have to pose as an art dealer to get into the gallery.

- Oh, I'll do that. - No,

you're gonna do the security system.

I don't know about posing as an art dealer.

You've got an assignment, Shirley. Bella?

Me?

Wouldn't you be the best person for that, Dolly?

No, he knows who I am.

I'm a stripper.

You'll be perfect.

Shirley, I want to meet your mother.

My mother? No, no way.

I just want to talk to her.

But if she was to find out what I was doing, she'd lose it.

I want to offer her a job in the store.

Okay?

Oh, okay, yeah. I'll have her call you.

What is this stuff all over everything?

It's sticky. Look, it's on me.

I think it's coming from the loft.

It looks like rust.

Oh, Dolly, you've got some on the back of your coat, too.

I think it's coming from up there, Dolly.

Okay, Linda, come here, help me move this.

He was so rude, asking me to take off my clothes.

What kind of show are they doing anyway?

Are they paying good money? Because I wouldn't mind an audition.

Bella, this is "The Sound of Music." They want professional dancers.

- And you're saying I'm not? - Huh?

Any step that you know, go on. Your best step.

Please, I don't want to get into this with you.

No, no, no, come on. What is it? Tap, ballet, what?

Fine. Okay.

You think you're so great?

Can you do this?

And shuffle, shuffle, shuffle...

Linda: Is your water connected up here?

God, there's a bad stink or something.

You see anything?

No, nothing.

Oh, it's disgusting.

What are they doing?

Go figure.

Shirley: Shuffle ball change, shuffle ball change,

shuffle ball change, turn.

Da, da, da... go ahead.

Faster.

Chaine.

Dolly: I think it's a dead animal.

Shirley: I bet you can't do a Riverdance.

And... shuffle.

(Linda screams)

Oh, Dolly! Oh my God!

- Oh my God! - Resnick.

- Shirley: What is it? - What?

- It's Resnick. - Oh my God!

Oh my God! Oh my God!

(Breathes deeply)

Take another one.

I've just never seen a dead body before.

I'm okay. I'm all right.

- I just got a little dizzy. - Take a sip of that.

Okay, thank you.

- Who did it? - I don't know,

but we've gotta get that body out of here somehow.

We can't have the police coming around asking questions.

Not now.

Okay.

Painkiller?

Are you Rudi Sellick's wife?

Is somebody sick?

(Beeping)

- (Cracks) - Oh!

- I got him. - Ah!

Watch it! Watch what you're doing.

Hey, I don't think whatever we do to him

is gonna hurt him, okay? He's dead.

All right, all right, let's just get him in the crate.

Come here, Shirley, help me out.

Don't you think we should call the police?

- Shirley. - This guy was murdered.

We could get arrested for this.

Shirley, think.

What did this man do to you?

What did this man do to all of us?

I think I'm gonna faint.

All right, all right, come here. Sit down.

Just sit there.

Put your head between your legs.

We can wait until dark.

Then we'll put him in the trunk of Shirley's car.

Bella: We're getting in deeper and deeper.

You know we could get in big trouble for this.

Linda: Yeah, I know. She's paying us for it, right?

She never said anything like this would happen.

Shirl, could you give us a hand over here?

Shirley: Oh, God. It's the smell.

I can't stand the smell.

All: One, two, three.

Oh, Jeez! Jeez!

I can't get...

He's a cop. And she just wants us to dump the body?

This box is never going to fit into the trunk of my car.

Don't you think we should talk about who did this?

You know, she's right.

Whoever it was might start coming after us.

You mean, Rudi Sellick?

Rudi?

You think Rudi killed this guy?

Whoever's been here has been taking some powerful painkillers.

How do you know that?

Come here, let me show you something.

Rudi left our husbands to die

and escaped in this.

Linda: Oh my God!

Look inside.

It's not another body, is it?

Look at the wheel. Look at the seats.

Oh, man, I can't take this thing back.

Forget about putting the box in your car.

Put it in the truck

and then dump them both in the harbor.

- Oh, of course. - Come here.

Take these chains and wrap them around the box to weigh it down.

Okay? Okay?

There's a mobile phone for each one of you in the office.

Call me on my cell. Do not call me at home.

Do not call me at the office.

- Linda: Push, Shirley. - I am!

All right. Okay.

- Oh, wait, wait, wait. - What?

- Wait. - What?!

God, she's so annoying. I'm not staying out here.

Come on, push. Push, Bella!

Bella: I'm pushing!

Linda: Push!

Push, Bella, push! Go, go, go, go!

There it goes.

Thank God.

You guys, the chains. The chains.

We were supposed to weigh him down with these.

What? No, it's fine. Listen, the car went down.

Let's go. Come on.

(Loud splash)

- Run! - Oh!

Jimmy?

Jimmy.

(Knocks)

Jimmy: Open up, it's me.

Hey.

(Baby cries)

Are you gonna say hi to your Uncle Jimmy?

Huh?

Come on, say daddy. Come on.

Oh. No?

You gonna say... you gonna say daddy?

I'm sorry. Um...

Harry... he's dead.

Come on, say, "Dada."

Da-da-da-da.

Dada. (Laughs)

I'm Dolly Rawlins. You have my husband.

What makes you think this is him?

No, no!

Dolly, you can't do this! Dolly, don't!

(Knocking on door)

Mom: Hello? Hello?

- Is anybody here? - Oh, hi.

- Are you Dolly? - Yes, I am.

Shirl said to come in the back way.

It's filthy back there, somebody should sweep it up.

- Audrey, right? - Yes, that's right.

- Nice to meet you. - How do you do?

Let me tell you what this is all about.

I'm in a very competitive business.

This neighborhood is full of dealers.

And since I lost my husband, I've been a bit stranded here.

When I close up shop, every dealer in the neighborhood

knows I'm going to an auction.

Oh, right, I see.

So, what I need is for somebody to cover me

so I can get out there, make a killing,

come back and nobody knows I've been gone.

Oh, I see, you want me to run the shop, but like I'm you.

That's exactly what I want. I want you to be me, exactly.

- Okay. - You go up to the front window,

you dust around, you make a little showing,

you greet the customers. Thousand a week, cash.

Linda: So how far away can I go

and still hear somebody talking?

As I explained before, and it really is very clear

in the instruction manual, page 142.

Yeah, well, I'm on page 142, Mr. Samson,

and it doesn't make any sense to me.

No, no, you're on page 124.

That's a different system. Page 142.

There's no need to get smart, mister.

I am the customer.

And as the prop master on this very important movie,

I gotta explain everything to the actors, okay?

- All right, I'm sorry. - Thank you.

And I also need to ask you,

do you have any of those black boxes?

You know the ones that are used for hacking

into the phone and alarm systems.

They're illegal, miss. No way do I carry that stuff.

- I know. - Then why do you...

You want me to take over, sir?

- Hi. - Hi.

- You know, he can... - I'm Linda.

- Hi, Linda. - Hi.

Sorry to take so long.

It's okay.

- That one's yours. - Thank you.

I should have written.

I didn't expect you to.

You know, not after the way Terry let you down.

The only person he let down was himself.

And you, of course.

I...

I found these...

and I was worried...

that Terry might have stolen them.

Are they still clients?

Terry didn't make you lose their business, did he?

No, no, thank goodness, they're regular customers.

How in God's name did he get these?

You haven't shown these to anyone else, have you?

No, I only came across them this morning.

Do you know what these are?

No, no, I found them in a drawer.

And I know that, you know, in the past

there have been difficulties between you and Terry.

That's putting it mildly.

Your husband was arrested for stealing

security blueprints and selling them.

I know what he did.

I've never done an illegal thing in my entire life.

Which is why I brought these documents to you.

(Blows nose)

No harm done.

Mr. Stein has requested us to update his system anyway.

By next week these will be obsolete.

Oh, so you're putting in a new system for them?

Man: Can you hear me?

Loud and clear. How far are you?

I'm right behind you.

Oh, you snuck up on me. You scared me.

- Picasso. Poussin. - Shirley, Shirley, calm down.

I can't understand what you're saying.

Pissarro. These paintings all look alike.

And the painters all sound alike to me.

Just concentrate on Picasso, okay?

Make Picasso your focus.

Dolly: Just hang up now

and get on over here as fast as you can, all right?

What the hell is "Cub-ism"?

That was Shirley. She went on and on

as if she had just won an Oscar,

and then she casually dropped a bomb.

What?

Looks like the watchdogs have taken themselves home.

- That's nice. - What is the bomb?

Stein is updating his security system.

We have five days to pull this off.

- Five days? - Where the hell is Linda?

She was supposed to call over a half an hour ago.

Boy, I hope she got that equipment,

because it's gonna take us a while to learn how to use it.

Dolly, did you get to talk to Rudi?

Dolly, did you talk to Rudi?

No, no, I didn't. He wasn't there.

I talked to his wife. She doesn't know where he is.

I'm gonna have to go back. Don't even think

about Rudi right now, okay?

Will you please just concentrate on Picasso?

Oh, oh, there's a ring I want you to wear.

This is a great piece. This is gonna make you look like money,

so take care of it.

Picasso, Poussin,

Pissarro.

Pissarro, Picasso. Pissarro.

Dolly.

Dolly!

(Laughing)

It's okay, honey,

I'm right here.

Dolly, what is it?

I'm okay.

I'm just... (laughs)

I'm gonna go and get Linda.

If she calls, just tell her I'm coming and to stay there.

Linda!

- (Faint moaning) - Linda!

(Moaning continuing)

You always leave your front door open?

Oh, Dolly, hi.

I didn't know it was.

Turn that thing off, will you?

- Oh, sorry. - (Moaning stops)

It's amazing what these microphones can pick up.

I was upstairs the whole time and... well, you heard.

Who were you upstairs with, Linda?

Oh, it's okay. It was the guy from the security company.

So hot.

You are so stupid.

What gives you the right to slap me around like that?

I am older, I am smarter,

and I am paying you 1,000 bucks a week.

That's what gives me the right!

You should never have allowed him in the house, let alone...

God, you disgust me.

Like I really care, you cold bitch!

Linda: Oh, man.

I'm sorry, okay?

I'm sorry.

It's just sometimes,

afternoons like these,

I miss Joe and...

his smell, his kisses,

his skin.

Sleeping with somebody else, it's...

it's not the same,

no matter how much pleasure they give you.

It's not Joe.

Anyway, you should...

see what this guy taught me.

I can imagine what he taught you.

He helped me buy this

and I know how to work it.

If we go and get the painting,

I'll be able to disarm the security system.

So if you want to know how it works,

I'll be in there getting dressed.

(Door creaks)

Dolly?

(Muffled screams, grunts)

Come on! Come on!

Oh my God.

Dolly: What? What is it? You're scaring me.

- What happened? - Shut up!

- You liar! - That was not called for.

No? Get real, Shirley. She's been slapping us around

and playing us for suckers all along.

You better come clean, Dolly.

If Rudi was with them, then who did you bury,

because it wasn't your husband, was it?

No, Harry's alive.

How long have you known that, Dolly?

Since last night.

I went to talk to Rudi

and I saw him.

It was just since last night.

I think Sara has had his child.

It's a little boy.

He took everything,

took all our savings, he took all our investments,

he took all my jewelry... everything.

I don't...

I don't think he was ever gonna come back to me.

I don't know what I did or didn't do to make him hate me this much.

I can't tell you how it feels.

You know what it feels like?

It feels like if I ever started crying...

I will never stop.

Never stop.

Shh.

It's all right, it's all right.

We believe you

and we will help you get him.

Dolly: She has his baby.

Linda: We're here for you.

Dolly: Oh, God.

It's a cop.

Get him out and let's see who it is.

- So what do you think? - I called her twice.

I said that breakfast was on the table, but...

She's in a terrible state. She cried half the night.

- Didn't you hear her? - Shh, I think she's moving.

It's okay.

There is no way she's gonna want to go for this painting.

Remember, she was doing it for Harry.

And you were doing it for Joe.

Yeah, and I was doing it for Terry.

Now that's not true. I want to do it for me.

I think we should talk about going ahead without her.

- Are you crazy? - No, I am serious.

Just because she might be out does not mean

that we have to walk away.

I can understand Dolly having cold feet

after all she's been through with Harry.

But that does not mean that we can't try it,

even if Dolly's not up for it.

Dolly: You're wrong, Shirley.

I'm gonna nail that man of mine to the wall.

So if we're gonna steal that painting, we better be

damn well sure it's still in Stein's gallery. Am I right?

Don't you think Harry will go after that painting, too?

Yes, indeed, I do. So we'd better get there first.

In order to do that, I've got to get those cops off my tail.

So if you will excuse me,

I'm gonna pay a little visit to my lawyer, okay?

Have a nice breakfast.

You know, Harry, this is getting crazy.

You know, she's got to know by now you're alive.

Maybe we should just get the hell out, you know?

Lie low for awhile.

After nine years I'm not just walking away.

You... you watch every move my wife makes. You hear me?

It is imperative we get back in that house.

John!

The tide took the body miles out and then we lost him.

You've got problems. Dolly Rawlins showed up with her lawyer

and met with the captain.

We've been here all damn night.

She's accusing you of harassment. The captain's going ballistic.

You put a phone tap on her without his okay.

- Resnick. - Huh?

Mike Resnick. You remember him?

Yeah, I know Mike. He was on the bowling team.

Not anymore.

His face is all messed up, his body is full of bullets.

How far is that warehouse from here?

It's in this area, isn't it?

Listen, Johnnie, do yourself a favor, back off.

It's over, right? Rawlins is dead,

those paintings are long gone.

Besides, cop murder takes priority, right?

Yeah.

Yeah, I think maybe you're right.

A little-known oil on canvas, Picasso's first Cubist attempt.

Okay.

- Correct. - Yes!

What year was it painted?

Ah, I can't remember.

Okay, all right, this is where I come in.

Okay, Bella, take this folder.

Put this pen in here with clip out

facing toward the speaker.

Not you but whoever you're talking to.

All right, now, Shirley,

ask a question.

- What year was Picasso born? - (Microphone feedback)

You don't have to shout.

Just talk normally into the thing.

- Well? - How did it go?

It's official,

no more cops.

Bella: Cubism,

Picasso, Pissarro.

Cubism, Picasso, Pissarro.

Picasso, Pissarro, Poussin.

Here she comes.

Shirley: Hey, that's nice. Is that the one we rented?

Linda: No, Shirley, she hitched a ride with someone else.

- Oh, man, she looks nice, huh? - Dolly: Yeah.

Bella: You hear me loud and clear?

Dolly: Yeah, clear as a bell.

Touch your left cheek if you can hear me.

Ooh, she's doing it.

That means she can hear you. She's doing it.

- We're not blind, Shirley. - I know, I'm just saying that...

- I'm saying we can see it. - All right, stop it!

Woman: May I help you?

Hi, Helen Xavier.

I'm here to meet Mr. Stein.

Bella: I'm now in the main reception.

No extra alarms.

Or none that I can see.

Same as the blueprints.

I'm so sorry, Ms. Xavier.

Do you wish to wait for Sheik... Mohammed?

Maktoum. No, he'll join us if it is possible.

I've been purchasing my client's art collection for seven years.

Specifically, Picasso.

Hmm.

It's very impressive.

Astonishing that he wishes to break it up.

Well, it is imperative that any gallery he chooses to consign to

must have exceptional security measures.

Well, I can assure you...

Your assurance is not good enough.

I really need to assess your security.

But of course the sheik will not act on my word alone.

He'll want to see for himself.

Of course.

- Oh, she's good. - What's she saying?

Mr. Stein is waiting to meet you.

How odd. This painting was

in the Thyssen-Bornemisza Collection.

Ah, yes, but there's so many works of boys and mirrors.

"Pipes of Pan," or "Paulo as Harlequin," "Harlequin with Mirror,"

and the wonderful "Paulo as Parrot."

- Dolly: Pierrot. - Pierrot.

What was the last purchase you made for your client?

Give me the soft pack, the soft pack. Hold on, hold on.

That last purchase you made was...

Another Picasso.

One of the rarest to come on the...

It's "The Nude Gypsy Boy, Cata..."

"The Nude Gypsy Boy, Catalan School."

Dolly: Painted when Picasso was 17.

Painted when Picasso was 17.

Hmm.

Apparently Picasso befriended the boy, a gypsy,

and made numerous pen... pencil drawings.

No, no, impossible. The Gypsy Boy, I'd heard,

was valued at over a million dollars.

And was being considered by the Picasso Museum in Barcelona

and even here, the Boston Museum of Fine Arts was considering it.

They may have been considering it, Mr. Stein,

but my client now owns the painting.

Let me show you the vaults.

Yes.

(Locks click)

- I lost her. - Oh, man.

- Lost her? - Wait a minute.

I'm just getting static. What happened?

As you can see, I have a system of lasers crossing the vault.

Any object or body crossing the laser

will set off the alarm.

(Beeps)

Only I can be here after business hours.

If the doors are open, the security company will call

within two minutes. I must give them an "all-clear" code

which is changed daily.

Otherwise the doors will close again,

trapping a thief inside.

This is most impressive, Mr. Stein.

And what's in this space?

This is where the sheik's paintings would be stored.

A separate air conditioner keeps the room at constant temperature.

Not even the world's most brilliant hacker can get in.

The bars are activated only by my thumbprint.

Is this something my client might be interested in?

Not for sale.

It's part of my personal collection.

But for you...

You recognize it, obviously.

Oh,

you are a very fortunate man.

Oh, please be careful.

That's an emergency security system.

It runs all the way around the vault.

If someone should approach me here with criminal intent,

all I have to do is touch it and my security people

and the police would be here within moments.

- Oh my God! - (Alarms blaring)

This is Arnold Stein reporting a false alarm.

- Please decode security 44... - I'm so sorry.

- Why can't you hear her? - Give me a second.

- Linda. - What?! I don't know why!

Stein: I repeat, this is a false alarm.

Reset immediately.

(Sighs)

(Alarms cease)

I'm... I'm so sorry.

Oh, I...

Please accept my most sincere apologies.

At least I got to see just how secure the vault really is.

Yes.

And it really is most impressive.

Yes, it is impressive.

Even if an audacious thief were to attempt to break in,

he would never get out.

It would be a foolish man to even try.

(Beeps)

Share it among yourselves.

We're never gonna pull it off.

For Godsakes, Dolly, we've come this far.

Yeah, but even if we hack into the alarm,

we still need Stein's thumb to get into the vault.

So, then let's cut off the thumb

and use it to open up that room.

- What? - Joking.

Now I see why the guys were going to blow the place up.

Why don't we tip off the FBI?

I know Stein has the painting, I saw it.

They're gonna find out we're all connected

to the robbery in some way.

No,

this is it. As promised.

Keep in touch.

Try and stop me.

- Bye, Dolly. - Bye bye, Shirley.

Thanks.

See ya, Dolly.

See ya, Linda.

(Heavy sigh)

This was going to be our baby's room, Harry.

Come on, say "Dada."

Da-da-da-da. Dada.

You are some kind of bastard.

You are some kind of bastard!

You really take the prize.

You really...

Oh, boy.

This is what you came back for.

(Doorbell rings)

(Doorbell rings)

Weren't you warned to stay away from me?

This is harassment.

I'm going to call my lawyer,

he's going to call your captain.

My captain's already warned me off you, Mrs. Rawlins.

But maybe he'll feel differently when he finds out

we just hauled a red pick-up out of the harbor.

It's registered to Edgar's Used Cars.

Apparently Joe Pirelli borrowed it.

Steering wheel, floor mats are all covered with cement.

The truck isn't the only thing we pulled out of the water.

Do you know a detective named Resnick?

- No. - You don't?

He had your phone number in his wallet.

Plus, we got a woman calling the station for him.

She left your cell phone number to call her back.

And you don't know him?

I'd say I have enough to re-open my investigation.

Your husband

did the museum robbery, didn't he?

I don't know. I was in the hospital.

Having a miscarriage. Yeah, I know. I know that.

Every cop knows that. You're your husband's alibi.

He masterminded that robbery, even if I can never prove it.

- Why are you here? - If you know anything,

something maybe connected to Arnold Stein...

- Like what? - I suspect Stein financed

the museum robbery of 1990.

You think Stein paid my husband to steal those paintings?

On the nose, Mrs. Rawlins.

I think your husband and his motley cement-covered crew

were going to break into Stein's.

The question is, for what?

What were they going to break in for?

I don't know.

But you do know there is a huge reward

for each of those missing paintings...

doubled if they're all recovered together.

I'm sure you would have allowed my husband to collect it.

Like hell I would.

Just like...

if you were planning on finding those missing paintings,

I'd make sure you wouldn't get a cent.

Why are you here?

Word is I've lost it.

Word is I'll be on the graveyard shift

until they retire me.

But I haven't lost it, have I?

You're not here officially, are you?

No, I'm not, Mrs. Rawlins.

(Air conditioner turns on, air blowing)

They're giveaway prices, Jake, and you know it.

I just want the warehouse cleared.

All right, then, do it on consignment.

Five mahogany tables

and 25 assorted chairs with leather upholstery.

Chris, you want the carved Indian?

Sure, I'll throw in half the contents as a job lot,

if you clear it all out today.

Oh, Chris, did you ever get your contractor's license?

Dave, you want the African artifacts?

Great, clear them out by this afternoon, they're yours.

Want the stuffed bear? Take it.

You want the suit of armor?

Go ahead.

Dave, does your brother still install central air systems?

If I give you the right sizes,

could you check and see if he has the materials and stuff?

Vince, would you be able to set up a scaffold?

Dolly: I think I figured out how we're gonna do this.

Two of us will be on the roof.

One of us will be lowered down

through the air-shaft into the vault.

The other two will have to get into the gallery,

open the vault and turn off the lasers.

We then have two minutes before the vault locks again.

Two minutes to steal the Vermeer.

We're going into the security vault from the ceiling?

Correct.

What do you think?

- Oh, my. - Oh.

Awfully long way down.

Four floors down.

And four floors back up with just two minutes.

Whoever does the rope act is going to have to go back

the same way they came down.

(Heavy sigh)

I'll do it.

Thank you.

I never thought dancing around a pole would come in useful.

Shirley: Get me out of here, I can't breathe!

Get me out of here! Ow!

- Get me out of here! Ow! - Shirley!

- Yes, Bella? - Take deep breaths.

- I can't do this! - Dolly: She can't handle it.

- Linda: Don't look at me. - Come on.

Bella, it's you.

Bella: Keep going, Shirley,

I'm almost there.

- Here she comes. - Dolly: Yeah. Yeah.

All right.

You want to try that again?

No, coming down is okay,

but what about getting back up again?

- Shirley! - Yes, Bella?

Pull up the bag.

Ah! No!

Come on, come on, come on, come on!

It's pulling me over!

Let go! Let go, for God's sake.

Shirley: Sorry!

Great, that could have been my head.

All right, I'll give it a try.

Here, look.

I'll be damned.

They're gonna break into Stein's through the air ducts.

She's going for the Vermeer.

She's gonna kill herself.

Nah, not my Dolly.

(Dolly laughs)

Come on, honey, you can do it.

And if you do, it'll be like taking candy from a baby.

There's something I've been worried about.

- What's that? - The size of the Vermeer.

Whoever's carrying it through the ducts has

to cut it from its frame 'cause it's pretty big.

How do you know that?

The video.

It's big and Rudi is cutting it from a frame.

You have to cut it really close to the edge,

so as not to ruin the canvas.

So, I got this.

It's a mat knife.

See it's got a razor-sharp blade...

and it wasn't on your list.

Oh, also, I would have run this by you,

but we didn't have the time.

I don't think we should use my car.

- Why not? - Terry's car is really obvious.

If we have to sit in the parking lot,

someone's gonna get really suspicious.

I suggested we rent a car. I talked to Linda about it

and I got her to "borrow" some license plates

from that place she worked at. We can put them on the car.

Shirley...

well done.

Linda: There's our problem, you see?

Two guards.

One of them walks around all night

and the other one stays inside.

How are we going to get by them to get to the vault doors?

Don't they have a regular coffee break?

I've seen them carrying their thermoses

when they come on duty.

So what are you saying?

We'll put something in their coffee.

Hi.

We're gonna have to get into the gallery

during regular hours and wait for it to close.

And Saturday's our last chance,

because Sunday they're closed

and Monday he's changing the system.

- Hey, you ready to go? - Yep.

- See you later. - Take care.

- Ma'am? - Hmm?

We're about to close.

Ooh. I wonder if I might use the ladies room before I go?

Yeah, it's just down the hall.

Thank you so much.

Shirley?

This has been the longest two hours of my life.

What do you think?

Get the coat.

Guard: There's one woman in there.

There she is.

Good night.

Good night.

(Door opens, keys jingle)

(Faint radio chatter)

(Sighs)

Okay, we're on. You know what to do.

Good luck.

Linda: Good luck to you, Dolly.

(Faint conversation approaching)

- I need to take a pee. - Again?

I told you not to drink anything.

I've got cystitis. I'm about to explode.

You were in there for hours, why didn't you go then?

I did, three times.

Get down, get down, get down, get down.

I'm freezing up here.

Linda: Yeah, we hear you, Bella.

Dolly?

Dolly, can you hear me? Are you still there?

Dolly: Yeah, I'm here.

Is there any way you can check if they've had their damn coffee?

- Hold on, I'll check. - Listen, the problem is,

if they're used to taking sleeping pills on a regular basis,

they might be immune to them.

Not totally, but they might need more.

If they're used to night work, they might take them in the day.

Shirl, would you shut up?

Yeah, Linda, coffee's finished.

(Chatter approaching)

You tell them if they cause any more problems,

they can't watch another video.

Okay. Yeah.

Okay, all right. I'll see you in the morning.

Okay. I love you. Good night.

(Yawns)

(Thumps, groans)

(Elevator bell dinging)

It worked.

One guard down, one to go.

Look out, get down.

- He's getting in his car! - Oh, no.

Linda: How are we going to get by him?

Here, take this.

- Ready? - Uh-huh.

(Snoring)

Huh?

(Grunts)

Linda: Come on.

Dolly: Any problems?

Linda: Just one.

Shirley: The guard outside didn't have a security pass.

Dolly: I've got one, here.

Okay, go, go.

All right, they're inside.

The black chick is still up on the roof.

One of the guards, he's out cold in the parking lot.

If they do get the painting,

they're gonna have to come out right past us.

She thought about everything, didn't she?

Let's just hope she pulls it off.

(Lock clicks)

Get Bella started. Get Bella started.

Warn her not to make a move to the vault

- until she gets the okay. - Dolly: Got it.

God, this is not the same one in the drawing.

- Yes, it is. - No, it's not!

Okay, all right, don't panic.

Just open it up, open it up.

I'm right here, just don't panic.

- You can do it. - Okay.

Get down!

Come on, come on, come on. Go, go, go.

(Screaming) Dol-ly!

(Screams)

Bella: It's okay. I'm okay.

I'm through.

Dolly, you're gonna have to tell me

when Bella gets to the top of the vault.

Where is she?

She's on the second floor. The second floor.

- She's on the second floor. - Okay.

Dolly: She must be getting to the narrow part.

She's only got

about 20 more feet of rope.

- Shirley: What's happening? - It's processing.

Shirley: Come on, come on, come on.

One, six,

seven, five.

1675.

1675. 1675.

She can't be down yet. There's too much slack in the rope.

I'm wedged!

I can't move.

I can't move!

I don't see anything happening.

Dolly? Dolly, we're all set.

Dolly? Where is she?

Bella, Bella!

I can't move. (Groaning)

Dolly: Bella!

Bella!

(Sighs) I'm through.

Keep going, Dolly.

That's good.

(Panting) Okay. Okay.

Okay.

I'm here, Linda. Go to it.

One.

- Six! - Six...

seven, five.

(Beeps, lock thuds)

Two minutes.

- Lasers! - Okay.

Dolly, we're in.

Dolly: Linda, stay calm. Disconnect the lasers.

Bella, don't drop any screws

until the lasers have been disconnected.

(Bella grunting)

Nine, one,

four, zero.

Nine, one, four, zero.

Nine, one, four, zero. Nine, one, four, zero.

- (Beeping) - No, that's a six.

- You gotta press nine. - Okay, all right.

- Clear it! - I know.

- Shirley: Clear. - Clear!

- Which one? This? - Yes, that's nine.

- That's a nine?! - Nine, yes!

- One minute 30 left. - 30?

- No! No! - What's the other number?!

- Four, four! - Four!

- Shirley: Zero. - Zero!

- Enter. - Enter!

Shirley: Let her down, Dolly.

- A minute, five seconds left. - Come on, Bella.

Shirley: 57, 56,

- 55, 54... - Linda: Bella, Bella!

It's not in the racks. It's on the floor.

- Yeah. - 52, 51...

- Lower, Dolly. - Dolly: I'm trying.

- Lower! - 48, 47, 46...

Drop me a little more!

Give her two more inches, she can't reach the painting.

(Groaning) I can't give another inch.

I can't! I can't.

Shirley: 40, 39...

- Bella: One inch! - 38, 37, 36...

Linda: Hurry up, we're running out of time!

- (Grunting) - Come on, Dolly!

- 30, 29... - I've got it!

- 28, 27, 26... - I've got it.

25 seconds... 23...

Linda: Dolly, get her out of there.

You've got to cut it out. Bella use the knife!

13, 12, 11...

We can't wait for this. We're running out of time!

It's never gonna fit through the ducts!

- (Phone ringing) - It's gonna scream any second.

Shirley: Bella, get out!

- Eight, seven, six... - Bella, go up!

- Four, three, two... - (shouting, phone ringing)

(Shouting, alarm blares)

Masks!

Shirley: Hurry, hurry! Go, come on, hurry!

Get going!

(Alarm bell ringing, siren blaring)

Get out of here. Move! Come on, drive!

- Drive! - Okay, okay.

(Alarms continuing)

- Come on, hurry up! - I'm trying, I'm trying!

Okay, go, go.

I... can't... do it!

- (Snaps) - (Screams)

Dolly, get me out of here!

Get me out!

Linda: Come on!

She's still up on the roof, Linda.

Dolly's still up there.

- Get in the car! - They're up there!

- Get in the car! - What about Dolly and Bella?

- Just get in the car! - No, we can't leave them.

Damn it, Shirl!

Bella: Get me out of here!

Dolly!

* How do you solve a problem like Maria? *

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

Bella: Dolly, get me out of here!

Oh my God! Oh God.

I can't do it. I can't do it!

- I can't! - Don't let me fall.

Ohh!

I can't hold on.

I can't hold it anymore!

- Dolly: I can't do it! - I'm coming.

Here, Dolly, here.

Shirley: Get her up. Get her.

Grab her, come on. Get her up, quick!

Get her!

Oh my God, she's got it. She got the painting!

Oh, they've got us. Oh God, they've got us.

Dolly: Give it to me!

Help me, help me!

Shirley: Come on, Dolly.

- (Helicopter approaching) - You can make it, Dolly.

We're almost there.

Dolly: You go, you go. Take the painting.

Come on, go, go, go.

Come on, Dolly.

- Dolly's never gonna make it. - What?!

She can hardly stand.

- Get in the car! - Bella: Be careful, Shirley!

- Shirley, are you all right? - I'm okay,

- but Dolly's in trouble. - Get in the car!

Turn around, just go! Come on, Dolly. Come on.

She's not going to make it!

Shirley, drive the car against the wall!

Now, move, move!

- Drive the car! - I can't do it.

Let go!

Dolly, let go! Jump!

Dolly, jump!

Jump, Dolly, jump!

Be careful.

Linda: Oh, my God.

Get up Dolly, please. Please get up.

Dolly, please get up.

Dolly, please get up!

Get it, get in.

Go, go, go, go!

(Tires squeal)

(Horn honking)

Slow down, Shirley, slow down!

No way! Get out of the way!

Get out of the way!

(Sirens wailing)

(Police radio chatter)

What?

(Bella sighs)

(Laughs)

Can you tell if anything's missing?

They mustn't have been able to get in.

Nothing's gone.

Linda: Come on, Dolly. I can't wait any longer.

- I can't take this. - All right, be patient.

- This isn't easy. - So, what do you think?

Hmm.

Look at that.

It's the real deal.

(All cheering)

- We did it! - Yes.

- (Sirens approaching) - Ow!

- The police are outside. - Oh, God.

Get out, get out. Out... out the back way.

Now move.

- What about the reward? - We'll get it. Trust me.

Move, get out. Go across the garden,

watch out for the dog.

- Go! - (Dog barking)

(Police radio chatter)

Dolly: I was in the hospital

when the Gardner Museum robbery happened.

And when I got out,

I discovered that my husband had re-papered the room

that was going to be our baby's nursery.

I had lost the baby

and he told me

that he didn't want the memory to hurt me.

So, after his death,

I was in a lot of financial difficulty,

and I decided I had to sell the house.

I was doing a little bit of redecorating...

Maynard: When you discovered the paintings hidden...

Yeah, I found them. I found them behind the wallpaper.

All the paintings?

- Including the Vermeer? - Yes, all the paintings.

I can't tell you how I felt.

I can't tell you.

Anyway,

I knew exactly what they were, of course,

and I knew how valuable they were.

So, I called up Lieutenant Maynard immediately

and we handed them over to you people.

- The FBI, Mrs. Rawlins. - Excuse me, the FBI.

They're in your hands now, and as soon as they are

all authenticated...

Do I get the reward?

Do I get it?

All of it?

Mrs. Rawlins' husband was questioned

after the Gardner Museum heist,

but she was never a suspect.

Mrs. Rawlins,

I believe you're entitled to the $20 million.

Thank you for your cooperation.

Thank you.

Thank you.

(Door buzzes open)

(Sighs)

It hasn't hit the press yet,

but four men broke into the Stein Gallery.

Four men?

According to the gallery owner,

Arnold Stein,

nothing was stolen.

(Laughs, coughs)

Sorry, I have a little bit of asthma.

It must be the air conditioning.

(Knocking on door)

Harry!

Get out of here, Sara. Go for a walk.

If you're out of the country in 24 hours

I won't tell the police you're alive.

If you come near me, if you come near where I live,

I will give them the videotape and I'll tell them

you killed Resnick so fast you won't know what happened.

Sweetheart, I don't have a cent.

That is a lie, Harry.

You cleaned me out.

I got into debt.

And then things just spiralled out of control.

I did what I did 'cause I was desperate.

I know the feeling.

Hey, I got a baby.

I can see that.

Listen, I'll get rid of Sara.

It'll be you and me and the baby we always wanted.

I never stopped loving you, Dolly.

You ask Jimmy. Ask him what I said

when I was at the warehouse.

It was like we were young again.

It was like all the years in-between had dropped away.

I fell in love with you all over again at that moment.

Don't you touch me!

I've already buried you, Harry.

You lay a finger on me,

I could easily get away with murder here.

We could make it together again.

There's too much between us to throw it all away.

You still love me, don't you?

Yeah, you do.

(Sighs) I love you, Dolly.

All I want to do is to make up for what I've done to you.

I'll prove it. Anything you want, I'll do it.

Would you kill Sara for me?

Oh, there was a big mistake.

She means nothing. She's just a kid.

I can't live without you, Dolly.

I'll get rid of her, I promise.

She's already history.

- No! - You bastard!

(Baby crying)

Sara: They can't get me, right?

Like you said, he's already dead.

Oh my God.

Oh my God.

My God.

You gotta help me.

Please. Please, help me.

Woman: Hey, Tommy, we're over here!

Great boat!

Any sign of her yet?

Nope. She's almost an hour late.

We're gonna miss the tide. The guy driving us

said that if we want to get to Florida...

You don't drive a yacht.

Do you think she pulled a fast one on us?

- I trust her. - But it's been a week, Bella.

No contact. We all know that she collected.

Why isn't she here? Huh? Why?

Come on, look, she arranged all this.

She's looked out for us from day one.

Bella trusts her and so do I.

Then why isn't she here?

All right, look, we'll give her another hour

and then we'll go and find her.

Until then, let's just stay calm and wait.

All right.

All right? Hey, she's gonna show up.

All right? Come on.

Maynard: Nice retirement pension,

and all legal.

Well, almost.

You don't deserve a nickel.

You told me you were going to take your time

getting to Stein's gallery.

You got away with it, didn't you?

You cut it pretty close at the house, too.

Couldn't leave it too long once you had the goods.

I've looked out for you, Dolly.

I suppose you've read the morning papers.

We found the body of Rudi Sellick in a top floor apartment

on Washington Street. He'd been shot.

I identified the body myself.

Goodbye, Mrs. Rawlins.

You take care, now.

She's here! She's here!

Hey! (Laughs)

- See? See? Huh? - Linda: Thank God.

Bella: All right, all right.

Linda: My God, look at what she's bringing the dough in.

- Clever woman. - Smart.

I never thought of that.

Linda: You kill me, Shirley.

Hey girls, you think I'd forgotten you?

- Linda: Yes. - No!

Here it is!

All legal, no strings.

- Yay! - Huh? Huh?

Looks like I won't be coming.

All: What?

Harry's girlfriend bought a one-way ticket for Rio

and she left me with a little responsibility.

- Aww. - Ooh.

Looks like I will be redecorating a nursery.

(Laughing)

Oh, what's up in that big blue sky?

(Instrumental music playing)

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