All language subtitles for widows cd2 eng

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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