The Thomas Crown Affair (1968) Movie Script
1
(THE WINDMILLS
OF YOUR MIND PLAYING)
Round
like a circle in a spiral
like a wheel within a wheel
Never ending or beginning
on an ever-spinning reel
Like a snowball down a mountain
or a carnival balloon
Like a carousel that's turning
running rings around the moon
Like a clock whose hands
are sweeping
past the minutes of its face
And the world is like an apple
whirling silently in space
Like the circles that you find
in the windmills of your mind
A tunnel that you follow
to a tunnel of its own
Down a hollow to a cabin
where the sun has never shown
Like a door
that keeps revolving
in a half-forgotten dream
Or the ripples
from the pebbles
someone tosses in a stream
Like a clock whose hands
are sweeping
past the minutes of its face
And the world is like an apple
whirling silently in space
Like the circles that you find
in the windmills of your mind
Keys that jingle in your pocket
words that jangle in your head
Why did summer go so quickly?
Was it something that you said?
Lovers walk along a shore
and leave their footprints
in the sand
Is the sound of distant drumming
just the fingers of your hand?
Pictures hanging in a hallway
and the fragment of a song
I've remembered names and faces
but to whom do they belong?
When you knew that it was over
you were suddenly aware
that the autumn leaves were turning
to the color of her hair
A circle in a spiral
a wheel within a wheel
Never ending or beginning
on an ever-spinning reel
As the images unwind
like the circles that you find
in the windmills of your mind
(DOOR CLOSING)
Hey. Hey.
Hey.
Hey, what's--
what's goin' on here?
Sit down.
Work an hour, you do an errand,
you drive a car.
Is it, dangerous?
(CHUCKLING)
It shouldn't be.
If anyone shoots,
you're on your own.
Quit, run,
do what you want.
The money.
What's in it for me?
$50,000, maybe more.
But 50 anyhow,
in monthly installments,
so no quick spending.
- How do I know that I'll get...
- You don't.
In a hurry?
Gonna worry? Quit.
Get out. Now.
- In or out?
- I'm in.
Good. We'll celebrate.
Buy a car.
I don't...
You do now.
Station wagon,
a Ford station wagon.
The big one. The one
with the wood on the side.
Gee, thanks...
And no trips.
Just your selling.
It may be months,
but, Erwin,
you come when I call.
No questions.
What you don't know
can't hurt you.
You or me,
Erwin, boy.
(CHUCKLING)
Bye-bye.
(SWITCH CLICKING)
(WATCH TICKING)
SANDY: Ty, is the, uh,
check certified?
TY: I think it's all in order.
Tommy, you just sign there
on the top line.
I'll take your acknowledgement.
THOMAS: Okay.
Yes, that seems to be in order.
- Mercantile account.
- Mmm-hmm.
Well, I guess we bought ourselves
a property.
A Tommy Crown property.
It's always been
very good to me.
You know the first thing
I'm gonna do?
Goose up all the rents.
(LAUGHING)
TY: Well, aren't you gonna
wish us luck, Mr. Crown?
You overpaid.
Mr. Crown wishes you good luck.
(TYPEWRITER CLACKING)
Carol, have Legal simplify
these mutual accounts, huh?
- I can't even read them myself.
- Yes, sir.
Sandy, you and Basil have to handle
the Goddard account.
He's got a bee in it for me.
Oh, cancel the insurance.
Take my name off that building.
- See you, Tommy.
- Okay.
Mr. Crown, we're up 3.7%
on the principal accounts
of all five portfolios.
That's plus all the trading gains.
That's not bad
since the first of May.
Very good, Walter.
Oh, uh, Walter, why don't you
take a shot at this mutual account.
Yes, sir.
Oh, Mr. Crown, it's Geneva again.
They've repeated the offer.
They're down a full half-point
on their block of French francs.
Now, if you want to take the position...
We'll wait.
We'll wait three more days.
(AIRPLANE ENGINES REVVING)
(UNLOCKING DRAWER)
WOMAN ON P.A.: Pan America
flight 816 for London
now boarding at gate 52.
(BELL DINGING)
(DIALING)
WOMAN: At the tone,
the time will be 3:00
and 10 seconds.
(INTERCOM BUZZING)
- Yes, sir?
- No calls. No exceptions.
Tell 'em I've left
for the day. All right?
Book me Thursday to Geneva.
Cable the Richemond.
Have Georges meet me at the airport.
Now, you got that?
Thursday, Georges, Richemond.
Got it.
(DIALING)
WOMAN ON P.A.: May I have
your attention please?
Jerry Smith. Mr. Jerry Smith.
(WOMAN ON P.A.
CONTINUES CHATTERING)
(TELEPHONE RINGING)
Hello, Charlie?
How are you, boy?
All clear. 10 after 3:00.
Check in again at 3:40.
Bye-bye, Charlie.
WOMAN: ...and 50 seconds.
(BEEPS)
At the tone, the time will be
3:17 exactly.
(BEEPS)
At the tone, the time will be
3:17 and 10 seconds.
(BEEPS)
(BELL DINGING)
At the tone, the time will be
3:17 and 20 seconds.
(BEEPS)
(PEOPLE CHATTERING)
(TELEPHONE RINGING)
Hello, Charlie? Charlie.
(PANTING)
Yeah, one is out of...
Out of order.
I've got all the numbers. Steady.
Steady, boy.
It's 3:30. So, wait.
I'll be here.
(TELEPHONE RINGING)
Yeah? Yeah?
THOMAS: Go.
I'm on my way.
Go.
Go.
Go.
(BLOWING WHISTLE)
Oh, I'm very...
(TYPEWRITERS CLACKING)
(PEOPLE CHATTERING)
Six, please.
MAN 1: I hear Van Groome
won't be at the meeting today.
MAN 2: You can bet
Royberg will be there.
MAN 3: I bet he will.
(ELEVATOR CREAKING)
(DOOR OPENS)
Floors, please.
- MAN 1: Four.
- WOMAN: Eight, please.
- MAN 3: Six.
- MAN 2: Ten, please.
- Four out.
- Oh, four out.
There's something I want to mention
before we get in there.
(WOMAN GASPING)
Don't touch the buttons.
This is ridiculous! This is an elevator.
- Shut up.
- Right.
On the floor.
Everybody on the floor.
How you doin', chief?
Okay, baby.
Okay.
Okay, now.
I want everybody to stay real quiet
'cause we're gonna be here
just a little while, okay?
Yeah.
Okay.
(TRAFFIC WHISTLE BLOWING)
(CLEARING THROAT)
Could you please give a message
to Joe Meagher?
- Meagher?
- Yeah, Joe Meagher.
M-e-a-g-h-e-r.
Hold it!
I think he's in general settlement.
Who shall I say is calling?
Horan. Michael Horan.
Show me your feet.
Keep your hands on that book.
Now just stand there.
Turn the pages.
(SIGHING)
(PEOPLE CHATTERING)
Now, in a minute,
you're gonna walk past me,
in front of me,
and down that corridor.
WOMAN 1: Stupid elevator.
We're gonna be late for coffee.
WOMAN 2: Oh, that's right.
Valerie's gonna meet us for coffee.
WOMAN 1: Really? Wouldn't you know.
Puts everybody in a bad mood.
WOMAN 2: Remind me to send Sally
a card. It's her birthday.
(WOMEN CONTINUE
CHATTERING)
WOMAN 1: ...elevators.
All going up when you want to go down?
WOMAN 2: You know, maybe we can pick
one up when we go out for coffee.
Get your hand back on that book.
Now, keep turning those pages.
(WOMAN CHATTERING)
(BUZZER BUZZING)
WOMAN 2: I really didn't
give it too much thought.
WOMAN 1: How about
going to Nantucket?
- WOMAN 2: We might as well.
- (WOMEN CONTINUE TALKING)
- WOMAN: (SCREAMING) No, no!
- All right, move it!
- What the hell!
- Don't move!
- (SCREAMING)
- Everybody over by the wall. Sit down.
Now.
All right. Sit down and shut up!
Boys, we're watching you.
Sit!
Just keep moving, nice and easy.
(BULLETS CLATTERING)
Come on.
Keep walking.
- Hold it, sweetheart! Hold it.
- What're you do...
WOMAN: What is he doing?
(SOBBING)
- OK, mister, I don't want any trouble.
- Careful with that thing.
- Be careful.
- Everyone out.
(PEOPLE CLAMORING)
(WOMAN SCREAMING)
MAN 2: That could have
been your head, man.
In the elevator, sweetheart,
with the rest of them.
- Now, stay just the way you are.
- MAN: All right.
Don't move.
All right, keep your head down!
(GROANING)
(TRAFFIC COP'S WHISTLE BLOWING)
(TRAFFIC WHISTLE BLOWING)
(ALL SCREAMING)
(HORN HONKING)
(POLICE SIREN WAILING)
(HORNS HONKING)
Move.
(TIRES SCREECHING)
(PEOPLE CHATTERING)
EDDY: Come on, it's all right.
Let's keep it quiet, now.
Folks, let's keep it quiet.
Folks, keep it quiet.
We'll ask you a few questions,
take your name and address.
Then you can go home.
Now, just keep it quiet.
- Marvin?
- Yeah.
State police call in yet?
- Not that I know of, Lieutenant, no.
- Then you call them.
And let me know when the Bureau
checks in.
- All right, Lieutenant. Hold on.
- And, Marvin,
we're looking for suitcases,
cartons, packages,
- anything that will hold the money.
- All right, Lieutenant.
- Bill, check the airport and trains.
- BILL: Right, Lieutenant.
Marcie, get me the Turnpike authority.
Calm down, Eddy. I'll get 'em for you.
(BELL TOLLING)
(BELL TOLLING)
(KEY CLATTERING)
Did you have a good afternoon, sir?
Fine. Just fine.
Any calls?
They're by your phone, sir.
I won't be needing you
tonight, John.
Thank you, sir.
(CHUCKLES)
(LAUGHING)
Get it on tape, all the details,
- every single little thing.
- Right you are.
Oh, give 'em time to think.
Don't make 'em hurry.
- Phil.
- Yeah?
Better play waiter.
Go out there and tell 'em that we're
gonna buy them dinner,
two bucks a head, as regulations.
Make out a list, send for it now.
Keep it simple. Paper plates,
lots of napkins.
- All right.
- Marcie, give Phil a pencil and pad.
Yes, sir.
Now, Mr. Wexler,
what about the numbers on those bills?
No numbers. Just small bills.
(LAUGHING)
Did he have anything to say to you?
Yeah, he said,
"Get in the elevator," that's...
He put a gun in my face.
You know, I was really scared.
(ALL CHATTERING)
Didn't know a guy looking
like a businessman...
What do you want?
- Huh?
- What do you wanna eat?
- Oh, chicken salad sandwich.
- Chicken salad sandwich.
- On white.
- Yeah, yeah.
- What do you want?
- I wanna get outta here.
(TELEPHONE RINGING)
Hello?
9:00?
It's either the Ritz upstairs
or Joseph's.
Joseph's. I'm starved.
So am I.
(CHUCKLES)
(WHISTLE BLOWING)
(HORN HONKING)
OFFICER: Can you open
the back window, please?
Step out and open up the back,
will you, please?
ERWIN: What's the matter, officer?
Step out of the car, please.
What's going on here?
Can I see your license
and registration, please?
In back of the car, please.
Step to the back of the car, please.
- Yeah, I got the registrations here.
- Yeah.
This is all my identification.
Everything's here.
Driver's license, registration...
- Where are you going?
- That's a Diners. Portland.
Where do you stay in Portland?
Portland Motel.
Open the bag, please.
All right.
It's... It's all cosmetics.
Open the bag.
It's the line I'm in.
It's all ladies' stuff here.
It goes right down to the bottom here.
- What's in the other bag?
- Same thing.
- Open it.
- Same thing. Right. Right-o.
There we are, right there.
- That's all stuff.
- What's the big one in the back?
That's, that's my personal belongings.
Let's take a look.
Here it is, all my coats.
- All right. Okay, fella. You can go on.
- Great.
(HORN HONKING)
There we go.
Thank you.
(POLICE RADIO CHATTERING)
(TIRES SCREECH)
Malone got a big one.
How much did they actually get?
$2,660,527 and 62 cents.
Did you get a receipt?
The bank has a computer.
We have 32 witnesses in there
who saw everything.
Within an hour,
we're gonna have statements
from every one of them
and every last detail.
The fella they shot,
how's he getting along?
He's doin' fine. Just a slight wound.
When do you expect to make the arrests?
The usual. Any hour.
MAN: Come on. Come on.
Get some more pictures of the guy...
(WOMAN CHATTERING ON P.A.)
How long do you plan
to stay in Geneva?
Three days.
Business or pleasure?
Business.
OFFICER: Merci.
Do you have anything
to declare?
No, nothing.
- Georges.
- Monsieur Crown.
Do you have the tickets?
- Right here.
- Two baggages?
(SPEAKING FRENCH)
(AIRPLANE ENGINES REVVING)
There's nothing here, Lou.
I've been all over this thing.
Not a thing.
All right.
Sy! Anything?
They're right, Lou.
Looks like an army surplus smoke bomb.
Hey, Lou, they're gonna have
a hell of a time
getting it out of this marble.
(MUTTERS)
(GUN COCKING)
Anything for me, Russ?
Well, a .38's a .38.
No special markings.
Find me a revolver, Ed.
(PEOPLE CHATTERING)
Please, folks. All right!
Nothing. A great big nothing.
Organized. Scientific.
We're Boston's finest.
We're dummies.
(TYPEWRITER CLACKING)
Do you have that breakdown yet?
16,240 $20 bills,
19,871 $10 bills,
MARCIE: 34,465 $5 bills,
129,000 $1 bills.
It's all there.
But, what name?
Code name and the number.
And what address?
No address.
But, we do not know you.
But you will do it.
There'll be further deposits.
In cash. Also.
You see, we're both
in the same business.
What else can we do
to help you, sir?
The instructions can be
any month, any year,
but they must all be dated
the 19th of the month.
But only the 19th.
Thank you, sir.
(TAPPING UMBRELLA TWICE)
Enjoy my money.
Well, gentlemen,
it's a black day for banking
when five men walk in off the street,
just calmly scoop up...
Now, come on we've been
all through that, Jamie.
And a black, black day
for law enforcement
when the best thing you can do
is to cross your fingers
and pray for an informer.
And a downright inky day
for the insurance people
when you have to pay off, right?
Well, thank you,
Mr. MacDonald.
- Good day.
- Good day.
Good day.
Jamie.
Jamie, we don't know
who they are, where they are,
or what they did
with the money, your money.
They win, we lose.
So far.
There's someone, a special,
that we like to bring in whenever
- we run into a blank stone wall.
- Oh, come on, Jamie.
- You won't like her. She...
- You can't...
Jamie, I have
more important things to do
than to come out to the airport to meet
some insurance investigator.
Look, I'm just asking you
to give her as much help as you can.
- To meet her. Just...
- VICKI: Jamie!
There she is.
- Love to be here.
- Look, I want you to meet...
- How do you do?
- I've missed you.
You know, it's been more than a year.
You don't love me, don't call me,
don't need me, don't pay me.
You've a heart of stone, Jamie.
You look terrible.
Thanks. Look, Vicki, I want you to meet
Lieutenant Eddy Malone
of the Boston Police Department.
The boss. The man in charge.
I've read your report.
I've heard about yours.
Oh, from old poison tongue.
You must be terribly impressed.
Yes, with both of you.
(CHUCKLING)
How tactful you are.
(WOMAN CHATTERING ON P.A.)
WOMAN'S RECORDED VOICE:
Parking in this area is limited
to three minutes. Please do not leave
your car unattended.
Thank you very much, Warren.
Thank you, Andy.
Well, this isn't my reunion,
so I'll be leaving you here.
Well, it's been a pleasure
meeting you, Miss...
Vicki.
Vicki.
You call me before
you leave town, Jamie.
Right.
Parking in this area
is limited to three minutes.
Please do not
leave your car unattended.
Isn't he, though?
MAN 1: Great shot.
MAN 2: That's a beauty, Mr. Crown.
That's a beauty.
Damn it to hell! Only you. Never.
The backside 18, less the front.
I make it 20 bucks.
You couldn't get down from there in two.
Never, never.
I say I can do it again.
You're... You aren't gonna start with
that "again" stuff again, are you?
- The same line.
- 50 to one.
I place it an even thousand.
Uh-huh.
I take it.
Bury it.
I'll bury it. I'll bury it.
MAN 1: Whoa! Whoa!
Too bad, too bad, too bad.
Tough shot. Tough shot.
Oh, that's too bad, Tommy.
You almost made it.
Almost. Now, another grand?
Even money?
Mmm-hmm.
That's a sucker bet.
You're fated.
That's two grand for you
if you drop it in,
$1,020 for me if you miss.
Drop, drop, drop,
drop, drop, drop. Ooh!
You're mad.
Absolutely mad!
What else can we do on Sunday?
(DOOR OPENING)
Good morning.
What's in this for you?
10% of everything recovered.
He knew the bank routine.
He knew the layout.
So did 20,000 others.
Everyone who ever worked there,
every customer.
I've never seen such records.
And we've been over them all.
Looking for what?
Criminal record?
You've gotta know what to look for.
Every crime has a personality,
a something like the mind
that planned it,
- and this one has...
- Oh, that's clever.
Very clever.
Okay.
You work your way and I'll work mine.
Now, wait a minute, baby.
We're in this together.
You wanted in.
You're gonna get 10%,
so you earn your keep!
Earn it!
All right, Eddy.
Let's start with the money.
(SCOFFS)
Well, I don't have it.
No. What would you do if you did?
$2,600,000 in cash.
(THE WINDMILLS OF YOUR MIND
PLAYING)
Round
like a circle in a spiral
like a wheel within a wheel
Never ending or beginning
on an ever-spinning reel
Like a snowball down a mountain
or a carnival balloon
Like a carousel that's turning
running rings around the moon
Like a clock whose hands
are sweeping
past the minutes of its face
And the world is like an apple
whirling silently in space
Like the circles that you find
in the windmills of your mind
Keys that jingle in your pocket
words that jangle in your head
Why did summer go so quickly
Was it something that you said
Lovers walk along the shore
and leave their footprints
in the sand
there's a sound of distant drumming
just the fingers of your hand
Pictures hanging in a hallway
and the fragment of a song
half remembered names and faces
but to whom do they belong
when you knew that it was over
you were suddenly aware
that the autumn leaves were turning
to the color of her hair
Like the circles that you find
in the windmills of your mind
Someday you ought to buy
a motor for that thing.
I wish you wouldn't always
undershoot the field like that.
Why?
Oh, come on, Tommy.
Well, it'd end all my worries.
What do you have to worry about?
Who I want to be tomorrow.
EDDY: A week of thinking
and what have you got?
- (CHILDREN CHATTERING)
- Oh, ideas.
Uh-huh. Meanwhile, where's the money?
Could be in Switzerland,
numbered accounts.
Oh, gee!
What else is he gonna do with the money?
Bermuda? The Bahamas?
The rest of the world?
Taxes, records, shaky currency,
people to know, people to trust.
How did he get it through customs?
It's rather bulky, you know.
The Swiss are notoriously casual
about certain formalities.
Airplane luggage,
they hardly ever check at all.
Then he'd have to make
more than one trip.
I could contact the airlines,
have them make up a list of names.
Then I could make up another list.
The bank list.
I could compare them
in the computer.
(CHILDREN SHOUTING)
- What's that?
- The bank.
Five ways in.
Five ways out.
Suppose they only met once.
(LAUGHING)
Oh, that's beautiful!
- Now, wait a minute!
- That's pure geometry!
- Never, ever?
- Never, never, before,
after, ever, met again.
Lovely?
No, it's impractical.
But why?
He could have met them
one at a time.
Why should he trust them
to know each other?
For all we know,
they don't even know him.
Then how did he pay them off?
Hmm.
Maybe he didn't.
Not all at once.
Installments?
They're gonna be awful nervous.
Let's advertise.
Advertise.
Be a fink for $25,000.
(MACHINERY CLATTERING)
The five files you asked for
are on the desk, Lieutenant.
Sorry to bring you down here like this,
but they can't leave the premises.
I understand, Mr. Gould. Thank you.
Can I have the pictures?
Yes, they're all in order.
They are?
Number one.
Bank vice president, age 46.
He made eight trips to Europe.
Some sort of business.
Nope.
Number two.
This one is a lawyer.
Now, he made three trips across
in the last 90 days.
Mmm-mmm. He's too square. Yuck!
He's too square.
Perfect.
Nice.
- Oh, you find him attractive?
- Oh, yeah.
Mmm-hmm.
He was at the bank six months.
It was a long time ago.
Real estate, securities
and currency arbitrage.
Arbitrage. What's that?
That's buying and selling currency.
Betting the spread
in two different markets.
Graduated from Dartmouth and Harvard,
business administration.
Socially acceptable,
smart as a whip, and plenty of money.
Two trips to Geneva in May,
and six since our robbery.
Uh-huh.
$4 million.
36, divorced.
And she kept the children.
Oh, he sounds just perfect for you.
What's his name?
(HOOVES POUNDING)
(MALE ANNOUNCER CHATTERING
OVER P.A.)
MAN: Back, back, back.
MAN: Take the man!
Take the man!
ANNOUNCER: Good play
by Thomas Crown.
Another play by Alan Whitman.
And it looks like
it's gonna be in there for a goal.
(WHISTLE BLOWING)
(SPECTATORS CLAPPING)
(BELL RINGING)
That is the end of the period.
(PEOPLE APPLAUDING)
(HORSE PANTING)
(PEOPLE CHATTERING)
(CAMERA WHIRRING)
All right. So, he plays polo.
Now what?
No, Eddy.
I know he's our man.
I know it. I just... I feel it.
I know he's our man, Eddy.
MARCIE: (COUGHING)
He's a nice-lookin' boy.
Prove it.
Now, Tommy, I know it doesn't matter
to you, but it just drives me crazy
when you start buying pieces
you don't know anything about.
Enjoyment's enjoyment, Sandy.
- Don't worry about it.
- All right. All right.
Tommy.
Tommy, for God sakes, come on.
- We're late as it is.
- All right, Sandy.
Is that one of those red Italian things?
One of those red Italian things.
MAN: 150.
AUCTIONEER: 150, I have.
200, thank you very much.
$200 I have. I have $200.
May I say 225?
Thank you very much, young lady.
- I have 225.
- It's good to see you.
- I have $225.
- 250.
250, I have. Thank you very much.
I have 250.
- MAN: 275.
- What's up?
Let's see.
What have we got here?
VICKI: 300.
AUCTIONEER: 300, I have. I have $300.
- MAN: 325.
- At 325.
It's not worth a cent over 500.
Right, Sandy.
AUCTIONEER: At 325.
It's against you now,
for this very rare
and unusual lot of lithographs
depicting the five senses.
And remember, the proceeds
is going to charity.
So, have charity in your hearts,
if you please.
- 350.
- 350, thank you very much.
350 is the young lady's bid.
At 350, 350.
Now I have $500.
This is more near their value,
and they're still very cheap.
At $500. At 500.
At $500 they're going,
once, twice,
for the third and last time,
at $500.
Sold to Mr. Thomas Crown.
Thank you very much.
Hello.
(PEOPLE CHATTERING)
Vicki Anderson, Mr. Crown.
- Where's your camera?
- Oh, you remember.
The lithographs.
May I give them to you?
- Well, then why did you...
- Bid? Because I wanted to buy.
Anyhow, it's for charity,
and five is the proper price.
Who do you work for? Bazaar? Vogue?
Worldwide Polo?
Insurance, Mr. Crown.
I'm covered.
I hope so.
I investigate.
Anything in particular?
The bank, Mr. Crown. The caper, sir.
You don't expect us to take the loss
of over $2 million lying down, do you?
It's an interesting picture.
Pays well though, huh?
Depends on the return.
Sort of an American-type headhunter.
You could put it that way, yes.
Hmm.
And, whose head are you after?
- Yours.
- Mine?
Yours.
(LAUGHING)
(SHIP'S HORN BLARING)
You know...
You practically said
I had something to do with the...
No, I said it.
And not just practically.
Just exactly what have you got?
Can't tell you.
It would spoil the fun.
Yours, mine.
Your finding out just what I've got.
What a funny, dirty little mind.
It's a funny, dirty little job.
So shoot me in the leg.
Always get your man?
Of course.
Think you'll get me?
I hope so.
(SHIPS HORN BLARING)
Tomorrow?
What about it?
Us. Dinner.
Marvelous.
About 6:00?
Perfect.
EDDY: What does a guy
with four million bucks
want with two million more?
(MARCIE COUGHING)
What do you get for a man
who has everything?
Is that what it all comes down to?
Kicks?
(BIKE HORN HONKING)
There we go.
HONEY: Erwin, will you
get the kid off the bicycle?
We're gonna be late for Mother's.
All right! All right!
(DOOR SHUTS)
Come on, baby.
- ERWIN: You like your bike, huh?
- JIMMY: Yeah.
It's a good bike, Jimmy. Yeah.
Here we are.
Come on, Jimmy!
We'll monkey with the bike later.
Did you write out a check
for Mother, Erwin?
Yeah, I wrote a check for Mother.
And I'm not gonna jump
through any more hoops for her,
so get off my back, will you?
Well, maybe if you
didn't spend money all over town,
you wouldn't have
so much to complain about!
- Come on.
- Oh, would you look at him!
Now he's filthy!
I'm gonna have to give him another bath!
Come on, Jimmy.
(LAUGHING)
Well, we finally got one good lead
on our ad this morning.
- Oh?
- A salesman's wife from Long Island.
- Ford wagon?
- Yep. And he paid cash.
And the same day he bought the car,
he also rented a safe deposit box.
Can we drill the box?
We could ask for a warrant,
but we wouldn't get it.
Well, wouldn't the banks cooperate?
No, they wouldn't.
Well, couldn't we just
pick up the car?
No, we couldn't, and you won't.
It's against the law.
(CAR ENGINE STARTING)
Hey, that's my car!
Why don't you watch where you're goin'?
Retire? You?
Now, that wouldn't be an easy matter.
Well...
Just knock off for a bit, Sandy.
Perhaps a trip around the world.
Take me a year to liquidate.
That's what's starting to bother me.
Mobility?
Well, you've got more than most.
I still feel trapped.
I could give you the power of attorney.
You could do it for me.
SANDY: I wouldn't know
what to do with it.
It's here all laid out,
only to be opened if I leave.
What to hold,
what to sell.
- I can't. I didn't think...
- Erwin, they stole your car.
(TELEPHONE RINGING)
Hello.
Speaking.
Who is this?
- Where's Jimmy?
- Hello.
Where... Where is he?
Who is this?
Look, I can't get that kind of money.
I can't...
They got Jimmy.
- They want $5,000.
- You call the police right now.
No, I can't call the police!
- JIMMY: Hey, Dad!
- Jimmy!
Jimmy!
Jimmy. Jimmy, where have you been?
How are you, son?
She's a nice lady. We were lost.
Who are you anyhow?
I'm your friendly insurance man.
The one that paid your bank.
In Boston.
You know, the one you robbed?
Harry, why don't you take Jimmy home
to his mother with the money?
Erwin is gonna stick around for a while.
We're gonna have a little talk.
VICKI: Bye, darling.
JIMMY: Bye.
Okay, kid. Come on.
Get in the car.
This is stupid.
Stupid?
You're lucky.
We're giving you a chance.
Two witnesses saw you drive away.
We just saw you give
$5,000 to the Goodwill.
Where'd you get the money?
Where'd you get the money for the car?
You know something, Erwin?
You're going to jail.
Your wife will divorce you.
You'll never see your kid again.
I'm sorry.
I really am.
VICKI ON TAPE:
Where did you meet him?
ERWIN ON TAPE:
New York, in a hotel.
What did he say?
How'd you like to make 50 grand?
What did he look like?
I didn't see him.
He was behind a bunch of...
- VICKI: What a mind.
- Yeah, terrific.
What a man.
Well, you were right.
Erwin's checks come from
the Chase bank in New York.
They get their funds
from a bank in Geneva.
And guess what? A numbered account.
Well, all you have to do now is bribe
your way through a numbered account.
Can't. You know the Swiss. I've tried.
You lied to me. You ran off to New York.
You stole the car.
You kidnapped the kid.
You blackmailed his father.
That hurts.
- I do my job.
- Your job?
What the hell kind of a job is that?
All right, Eddy, I'm immoral.
So is the world.
I'm here for the money, okay?
(INTERCOM BUZZING)
- You wanna go in a different direction?
- I do.
But we've been doing very well
with the mutual funds.
Mr. Crown's office.
Walter, I want you
and Allen to cover this.
Vicki Anderson?
- I'll take that.
- Just a moment, please.
Excuse me.
Thank you.
Hello, there.
Police station?
Oh, unexpected, huh?
Uh-huh.
Room 515.
6:00.
Oh, I'll be there.
Perfect.
Let's finish this later.
I'll see you this afternoon.
(PEOPLE CHATTERING)
(DOOR CLOSES)
Oh, I'm sorry, Mr. Crown,
but John called earlier
about the rug men.
Rug men?
They said they were
measuring the whole house
for the wall-to-wall carpeting
you wanted installed.
What wall-to-wall carpet?
I don't know, sir.
That's why John called.
Thank you, Carol.
(DOOR CLOSES)
(SIGHING)
Nothing.
Ready?
EDDY: Good night, Vicki.
Have a good time.
Oh, Eddy, I'd like you
to meet Thomas Crown.
Mr. Crown, Lieutenant Eddy Malone,
criminal investigation.
I'm not gonna say a thing
until I talk to my lawyer.
(CHUCKLING)
How do you do?
He's not gonna say a thing until he sees
his lawyer. Hey, that's pretty good.
(LAUGHING)
Shall we go?
- Good night.
- Good night.
Say good night to Erwin, dear.
Good night, Erwin, dear.
"Good night, Erwin, dear."
That's good!
(LAUGHING)
(TYPEWRITERS CLACKING)
Like ice.
Round three.
You won a round.
That's your only round so far.
Where shall we go to celebrate?
Home to meet Mother?
No.
No mother, no more wife.
Just a big empty place, three floors,
and an elevator.
But I'm building a summer house
down at the beach.
My special place.
But then you know
all about that, don't you?
- Thank you.
- What a lovely old house.
When was this built?
Before you were born.
150 years ago.
It's exquisite. Is that the elevator?
That's the elevator.
Excuse me,
I'll be down in just a moment.
THOMAS: John, are the drinks in the bar
in the library?
JOHN: They're all ready, sir.
Wall-to-wall carpet.
You do live very well, don't you?
No complaints.
It'd be a shame
to have to give all this up.
Wouldn't it?
Do you play?
Try me.
Check.
Let's play something else.
Clicking.
We're clicking at last.
Not so fast.
- Morning, Bob.
- I'm excited.
Bruno, you got something for me?
Yeah, Lou, I have it.
- Stick around. I wanna talk to you.
- Okay.
He doesn't know if I do have something.
Keep following him closer all the time.
Let's cover his phones.
Squeeze him. Keep the pressure on.
All right.
I'll squeeze, you'll squeeze,
and so will he.
(ENGINE ROARING)
(VICKI LAUGHING)
VICKI: Tommy, look out!
(SEAGULLS SQUAWKING)
You know what you are?
I know what I am.
Don't put your labels on me, Eddy.
- Tell him.
- VICKI: Look,
it won't be easy,
it won't be fast.
But he's the one.
Sweet Jesus. You are something else.
You really are!
What the hell is this?
It's for your birthday, but I thought
I better give it to you now.
(DOOR CLOSES)
(LAUGHING)
VICKI: That's quite a view
from here.
THOMAS: Here, take a good look.
No, not down there at the bank.
Across the street, on the roof.
You have any idea
how much they're costing you?
Those characters that follow us around?
Following you is following me.
I don't like it any more than you do.
But they work for you.
I did even worse yesterday.
I'll bet you did.
Internal Revenue.
Beautiful.
Good evening.
(GROANS)
- (MOANING)
- Wow.
Take your time, Fred.
It's only another stroker.
Come on. Wake up, fella.
You're under arrest for drunkenness,
driving to endanger, driving under
- the influence of alcohol.
- All right.
- (MUMBLING)
- Sit up. You're not hurt.
"It's my duty to inform you
of your rights
"in the Supreme Court
decision, Miranda case."
"Before we ask you any questions
you must understand your rights."
(LAUGHING)
"If you decide to answer any questions
now without a lawyer present..."
- Hey. Hey, Ben, hold it. Look at this.
- What? What's the matter?
I think this is Danny
at the bank squad, isn't it?
- Danny?
- (DANNY MOANING)
- Loosen his belt. All right, Dan?
- Get his tie. Get his tie.
- You all right, Danny?
- Come on, Dan.
(THOMAS LAUGHING)
You know what I mean?
All right.
And then from there the...
(WHISPERING)
EDDY: You're being had, Vicki girl.
Why?
(LAUGHS)
That's hilarious.
Would you like to know where he went
when he left you last night?
No.
That's the third time this week.
Her again.
Dirty old man.
VICKI: Tommy?
Mmm-hmm?
(WAVES CRASHING)
Did you ever bring
anyone else here?
My wife.
She didn't like the sand.
I didn't mean her.
Hey, listen,
she was just a way
of putting you in touch with yourself.
I've never brought anyone here before.
VICKI: You can't ever spend it.
Not yours. Not the bank's.
Every penny you spend,
they'll want to trace.
A tax case every year.
They're on your back, my love.
(STEAM HISSING)
I've got all I need.
Let me make a deal.
(LAUGHS)
Call your man.
(DIALING)
(PHONE RINGING)
They can't make you testify.
- EDDY: Yeah?
- Eddy?
Yeah?
He wants to make a deal.
A deal? Sure, Vicki girl,
I'll make a deal.
How about life?
- Eddy!
- No deals!
With the money returned
- I said no deals!
- and nobody hurt...
Do you understand me?
There'll be no deals.
(SIGHING)
Samba.
Sugarloaf.
Jungle.
Piranha.
Don't you see?
There's no way out.
You've done too good a job, Vicki.
I'm all hung up.
(ENGINE REVVING)
(LAUGHS)
I did it once,
and I can do it again.
(LAUGHING)
You're joking.
Money's not funny.
Are you crazy?
It can't be done.
Why not?
Well, it just can't.
(SIGHS)
It can't, huh?
It's not the only bank.
You've got Erwin
and the descriptions of four more.
How do you know there's only five?
(LAUGHING)
Why? W-What would it prove, Tommy?
You...
You don't need the money.
It's not the money.
It's not the money.
It's me.
It's me and the system.
The system.
You know...
What about me?
Huh?
I just sit here?
- What, do nothing?
- That's it.
You let me try.
(CHUCKLING)
(BOTH LAUGHING)
It's my funeral.
You're just along for the ride.
EDDY: I say the hell with it.
I say pick him up.
VICKI: Wait him out. You'll see.
Wait. I'll see all right.
- (KIDS LAUGHING)
- I'll tell you what I see.
I see a fiasco.
I'm running a sex orgy for a couple
of freaks on government funds!
MAN ON MEGAPHONE:
Come on, stroke! Stroke! Stroke!
Look, if you don't have anything,
what does he have to say?
I talk about it. He talks around it.
- Talk.
- Yes.
You're sure you find time?
Enough!
Almost done.
(WAVES CRASHING)
They're gonna be great.
What is this, The Last Supper?
It's tomorrow.
Where?
I'll tell you where the pickup is,
and you can meet me there.
When it's over.
Okay?
Tommy, Tommy,
- don't...
- Moral support. That's what I need.
Moral support.
(UNCORKING BOTTLE)
Tommy,
don't test me.
Not this way. Not...
Not if you love me.
I've gotta know
where you're at, Vicki.
Time's running out.
I've gotta know you're on my side.
No tears.
Not for us.
We're a pair, you and me.
(SOBBING)
Now, come on.
Smile.
Try.
- MAN 1: Watch it!
- MAN 2: I'm sorry.
(BIRDS CHIRPING)
He's pulling out now.
Pick him up
outside the cemetery.
(SIGHING)
Now what?
Now we wait.
You're sure he'll come?
He's had two full hours to himself.
I'm sure.
Of course, I'm sure.
(BELL TOLLING)
All right, then. Where is he?
Did you tell me everything?
MAN OVER RADIO: Car coming.
It's the Rolls.
(BELL TOLLING)
All right. Move in.
Box him up.
(CAR ENGINE STARTING)
(TIRES SCREECHING)
You said it was your funeral?
You--You Miss Vicki?
Listen, I have a telegram for you.
(AIRPLANE PASSING OVERHEAD)
- Would you sign for it, please?
- EDDY: Where did you get this car?
MAN: Oh, Mr. Crown. He said...
He said to drive it.
That was all.
TOMMY: Left early.
Please come with the money,
or you keep the car.
All my love, Tommy.
Thank you.
(THE WINDMILLS
OF YOUR MIND PLAYING)
Round
like a circle in a spiral
like a wheel within a wheel
Never ending or beginning
on an ever-spinning reel
Like a snowball down a mountain
or a carnival balloon
Like a carousel that's turning
running rings around the moon
Like a clock whose hands
are sweeping
past the minutes of its face
And the world is like an apple
whirling silently in space
Like the circles that you find
in the windmills of your mind
A tunnel that you follow
to a tunnel of its own
Down a hollow to a cabin
where the sun has never shown
Like a door
that keeps revolving
in a half-forgotten dream
Or the ripples
from the pebbles
someone tosses in a stream
Like a clock whose hands
are sweeping
past the minutes of its face
And the world is like an apple
whirling silently in space
Like the circles that you find
in the windmills of your mind
Keys that jingle in your pocket
words that jangle in your head
Why did summer go so quickly?
Was it something that you said?
Lovers walk along a shore
and leave their footprints
in the sand
Is the sound of distant drumming
just the fingers of your hand?
Pictures hanging in a hallway
and the fragment of a song
I've remembered names and faces
but to whom do they belong?
When you knew that it was over
you were suddenly aware
that the autumn leaves were turning
to the color of her hair
A circle in a spiral
a wheel within a wheel
Never ending or beginning
on an ever-spinning reel
As the images unwind
like the circles that you find
in the windmills of your mind
(DOOR CLOSING)
Hey. Hey.
Hey.
Hey, what's--
what's goin' on here?
Sit down.
Work an hour, you do an errand,
you drive a car.
Is it, dangerous?
(CHUCKLING)
It shouldn't be.
If anyone shoots,
you're on your own.
Quit, run,
do what you want.
The money.
What's in it for me?
$50,000, maybe more.
But 50 anyhow,
in monthly installments,
so no quick spending.
- How do I know that I'll get...
- You don't.
In a hurry?
Gonna worry? Quit.
Get out. Now.
- In or out?
- I'm in.
Good. We'll celebrate.
Buy a car.
I don't...
You do now.
Station wagon,
a Ford station wagon.
The big one. The one
with the wood on the side.
Gee, thanks...
And no trips.
Just your selling.
It may be months,
but, Erwin,
you come when I call.
No questions.
What you don't know
can't hurt you.
You or me,
Erwin, boy.
(CHUCKLING)
Bye-bye.
(SWITCH CLICKING)
(WATCH TICKING)
SANDY: Ty, is the, uh,
check certified?
TY: I think it's all in order.
Tommy, you just sign there
on the top line.
I'll take your acknowledgement.
THOMAS: Okay.
Yes, that seems to be in order.
- Mercantile account.
- Mmm-hmm.
Well, I guess we bought ourselves
a property.
A Tommy Crown property.
It's always been
very good to me.
You know the first thing
I'm gonna do?
Goose up all the rents.
(LAUGHING)
TY: Well, aren't you gonna
wish us luck, Mr. Crown?
You overpaid.
Mr. Crown wishes you good luck.
(TYPEWRITER CLACKING)
Carol, have Legal simplify
these mutual accounts, huh?
- I can't even read them myself.
- Yes, sir.
Sandy, you and Basil have to handle
the Goddard account.
He's got a bee in it for me.
Oh, cancel the insurance.
Take my name off that building.
- See you, Tommy.
- Okay.
Mr. Crown, we're up 3.7%
on the principal accounts
of all five portfolios.
That's plus all the trading gains.
That's not bad
since the first of May.
Very good, Walter.
Oh, uh, Walter, why don't you
take a shot at this mutual account.
Yes, sir.
Oh, Mr. Crown, it's Geneva again.
They've repeated the offer.
They're down a full half-point
on their block of French francs.
Now, if you want to take the position...
We'll wait.
We'll wait three more days.
(AIRPLANE ENGINES REVVING)
(UNLOCKING DRAWER)
WOMAN ON P.A.: Pan America
flight 816 for London
now boarding at gate 52.
(BELL DINGING)
(DIALING)
WOMAN: At the tone,
the time will be 3:00
and 10 seconds.
(INTERCOM BUZZING)
- Yes, sir?
- No calls. No exceptions.
Tell 'em I've left
for the day. All right?
Book me Thursday to Geneva.
Cable the Richemond.
Have Georges meet me at the airport.
Now, you got that?
Thursday, Georges, Richemond.
Got it.
(DIALING)
WOMAN ON P.A.: May I have
your attention please?
Jerry Smith. Mr. Jerry Smith.
(WOMAN ON P.A.
CONTINUES CHATTERING)
(TELEPHONE RINGING)
Hello, Charlie?
How are you, boy?
All clear. 10 after 3:00.
Check in again at 3:40.
Bye-bye, Charlie.
WOMAN: ...and 50 seconds.
(BEEPS)
At the tone, the time will be
3:17 exactly.
(BEEPS)
At the tone, the time will be
3:17 and 10 seconds.
(BEEPS)
(BELL DINGING)
At the tone, the time will be
3:17 and 20 seconds.
(BEEPS)
(PEOPLE CHATTERING)
(TELEPHONE RINGING)
Hello, Charlie? Charlie.
(PANTING)
Yeah, one is out of...
Out of order.
I've got all the numbers. Steady.
Steady, boy.
It's 3:30. So, wait.
I'll be here.
(TELEPHONE RINGING)
Yeah? Yeah?
THOMAS: Go.
I'm on my way.
Go.
Go.
Go.
(BLOWING WHISTLE)
Oh, I'm very...
(TYPEWRITERS CLACKING)
(PEOPLE CHATTERING)
Six, please.
MAN 1: I hear Van Groome
won't be at the meeting today.
MAN 2: You can bet
Royberg will be there.
MAN 3: I bet he will.
(ELEVATOR CREAKING)
(DOOR OPENS)
Floors, please.
- MAN 1: Four.
- WOMAN: Eight, please.
- MAN 3: Six.
- MAN 2: Ten, please.
- Four out.
- Oh, four out.
There's something I want to mention
before we get in there.
(WOMAN GASPING)
Don't touch the buttons.
This is ridiculous! This is an elevator.
- Shut up.
- Right.
On the floor.
Everybody on the floor.
How you doin', chief?
Okay, baby.
Okay.
Okay, now.
I want everybody to stay real quiet
'cause we're gonna be here
just a little while, okay?
Yeah.
Okay.
(TRAFFIC WHISTLE BLOWING)
(CLEARING THROAT)
Could you please give a message
to Joe Meagher?
- Meagher?
- Yeah, Joe Meagher.
M-e-a-g-h-e-r.
Hold it!
I think he's in general settlement.
Who shall I say is calling?
Horan. Michael Horan.
Show me your feet.
Keep your hands on that book.
Now just stand there.
Turn the pages.
(SIGHING)
(PEOPLE CHATTERING)
Now, in a minute,
you're gonna walk past me,
in front of me,
and down that corridor.
WOMAN 1: Stupid elevator.
We're gonna be late for coffee.
WOMAN 2: Oh, that's right.
Valerie's gonna meet us for coffee.
WOMAN 1: Really? Wouldn't you know.
Puts everybody in a bad mood.
WOMAN 2: Remind me to send Sally
a card. It's her birthday.
(WOMEN CONTINUE
CHATTERING)
WOMAN 1: ...elevators.
All going up when you want to go down?
WOMAN 2: You know, maybe we can pick
one up when we go out for coffee.
Get your hand back on that book.
Now, keep turning those pages.
(WOMAN CHATTERING)
(BUZZER BUZZING)
WOMAN 2: I really didn't
give it too much thought.
WOMAN 1: How about
going to Nantucket?
- WOMAN 2: We might as well.
- (WOMEN CONTINUE TALKING)
- WOMAN: (SCREAMING) No, no!
- All right, move it!
- What the hell!
- Don't move!
- (SCREAMING)
- Everybody over by the wall. Sit down.
Now.
All right. Sit down and shut up!
Boys, we're watching you.
Sit!
Just keep moving, nice and easy.
(BULLETS CLATTERING)
Come on.
Keep walking.
- Hold it, sweetheart! Hold it.
- What're you do...
WOMAN: What is he doing?
(SOBBING)
- OK, mister, I don't want any trouble.
- Careful with that thing.
- Be careful.
- Everyone out.
(PEOPLE CLAMORING)
(WOMAN SCREAMING)
MAN 2: That could have
been your head, man.
In the elevator, sweetheart,
with the rest of them.
- Now, stay just the way you are.
- MAN: All right.
Don't move.
All right, keep your head down!
(GROANING)
(TRAFFIC COP'S WHISTLE BLOWING)
(TRAFFIC WHISTLE BLOWING)
(ALL SCREAMING)
(HORN HONKING)
(POLICE SIREN WAILING)
(HORNS HONKING)
Move.
(TIRES SCREECHING)
(PEOPLE CHATTERING)
EDDY: Come on, it's all right.
Let's keep it quiet, now.
Folks, let's keep it quiet.
Folks, keep it quiet.
We'll ask you a few questions,
take your name and address.
Then you can go home.
Now, just keep it quiet.
- Marvin?
- Yeah.
State police call in yet?
- Not that I know of, Lieutenant, no.
- Then you call them.
And let me know when the Bureau
checks in.
- All right, Lieutenant. Hold on.
- And, Marvin,
we're looking for suitcases,
cartons, packages,
- anything that will hold the money.
- All right, Lieutenant.
- Bill, check the airport and trains.
- BILL: Right, Lieutenant.
Marcie, get me the Turnpike authority.
Calm down, Eddy. I'll get 'em for you.
(BELL TOLLING)
(BELL TOLLING)
(KEY CLATTERING)
Did you have a good afternoon, sir?
Fine. Just fine.
Any calls?
They're by your phone, sir.
I won't be needing you
tonight, John.
Thank you, sir.
(CHUCKLES)
(LAUGHING)
Get it on tape, all the details,
- every single little thing.
- Right you are.
Oh, give 'em time to think.
Don't make 'em hurry.
- Phil.
- Yeah?
Better play waiter.
Go out there and tell 'em that we're
gonna buy them dinner,
two bucks a head, as regulations.
Make out a list, send for it now.
Keep it simple. Paper plates,
lots of napkins.
- All right.
- Marcie, give Phil a pencil and pad.
Yes, sir.
Now, Mr. Wexler,
what about the numbers on those bills?
No numbers. Just small bills.
(LAUGHING)
Did he have anything to say to you?
Yeah, he said,
"Get in the elevator," that's...
He put a gun in my face.
You know, I was really scared.
(ALL CHATTERING)
Didn't know a guy looking
like a businessman...
What do you want?
- Huh?
- What do you wanna eat?
- Oh, chicken salad sandwich.
- Chicken salad sandwich.
- On white.
- Yeah, yeah.
- What do you want?
- I wanna get outta here.
(TELEPHONE RINGING)
Hello?
9:00?
It's either the Ritz upstairs
or Joseph's.
Joseph's. I'm starved.
So am I.
(CHUCKLES)
(WHISTLE BLOWING)
(HORN HONKING)
OFFICER: Can you open
the back window, please?
Step out and open up the back,
will you, please?
ERWIN: What's the matter, officer?
Step out of the car, please.
What's going on here?
Can I see your license
and registration, please?
In back of the car, please.
Step to the back of the car, please.
- Yeah, I got the registrations here.
- Yeah.
This is all my identification.
Everything's here.
Driver's license, registration...
- Where are you going?
- That's a Diners. Portland.
Where do you stay in Portland?
Portland Motel.
Open the bag, please.
All right.
It's... It's all cosmetics.
Open the bag.
It's the line I'm in.
It's all ladies' stuff here.
It goes right down to the bottom here.
- What's in the other bag?
- Same thing.
- Open it.
- Same thing. Right. Right-o.
There we are, right there.
- That's all stuff.
- What's the big one in the back?
That's, that's my personal belongings.
Let's take a look.
Here it is, all my coats.
- All right. Okay, fella. You can go on.
- Great.
(HORN HONKING)
There we go.
Thank you.
(POLICE RADIO CHATTERING)
(TIRES SCREECH)
Malone got a big one.
How much did they actually get?
$2,660,527 and 62 cents.
Did you get a receipt?
The bank has a computer.
We have 32 witnesses in there
who saw everything.
Within an hour,
we're gonna have statements
from every one of them
and every last detail.
The fella they shot,
how's he getting along?
He's doin' fine. Just a slight wound.
When do you expect to make the arrests?
The usual. Any hour.
MAN: Come on. Come on.
Get some more pictures of the guy...
(WOMAN CHATTERING ON P.A.)
How long do you plan
to stay in Geneva?
Three days.
Business or pleasure?
Business.
OFFICER: Merci.
Do you have anything
to declare?
No, nothing.
- Georges.
- Monsieur Crown.
Do you have the tickets?
- Right here.
- Two baggages?
(SPEAKING FRENCH)
(AIRPLANE ENGINES REVVING)
There's nothing here, Lou.
I've been all over this thing.
Not a thing.
All right.
Sy! Anything?
They're right, Lou.
Looks like an army surplus smoke bomb.
Hey, Lou, they're gonna have
a hell of a time
getting it out of this marble.
(MUTTERS)
(GUN COCKING)
Anything for me, Russ?
Well, a .38's a .38.
No special markings.
Find me a revolver, Ed.
(PEOPLE CHATTERING)
Please, folks. All right!
Nothing. A great big nothing.
Organized. Scientific.
We're Boston's finest.
We're dummies.
(TYPEWRITER CLACKING)
Do you have that breakdown yet?
16,240 $20 bills,
19,871 $10 bills,
MARCIE: 34,465 $5 bills,
129,000 $1 bills.
It's all there.
But, what name?
Code name and the number.
And what address?
No address.
But, we do not know you.
But you will do it.
There'll be further deposits.
In cash. Also.
You see, we're both
in the same business.
What else can we do
to help you, sir?
The instructions can be
any month, any year,
but they must all be dated
the 19th of the month.
But only the 19th.
Thank you, sir.
(TAPPING UMBRELLA TWICE)
Enjoy my money.
Well, gentlemen,
it's a black day for banking
when five men walk in off the street,
just calmly scoop up...
Now, come on we've been
all through that, Jamie.
And a black, black day
for law enforcement
when the best thing you can do
is to cross your fingers
and pray for an informer.
And a downright inky day
for the insurance people
when you have to pay off, right?
Well, thank you,
Mr. MacDonald.
- Good day.
- Good day.
Good day.
Jamie.
Jamie, we don't know
who they are, where they are,
or what they did
with the money, your money.
They win, we lose.
So far.
There's someone, a special,
that we like to bring in whenever
- we run into a blank stone wall.
- Oh, come on, Jamie.
- You won't like her. She...
- You can't...
Jamie, I have
more important things to do
than to come out to the airport to meet
some insurance investigator.
Look, I'm just asking you
to give her as much help as you can.
- To meet her. Just...
- VICKI: Jamie!
There she is.
- Love to be here.
- Look, I want you to meet...
- How do you do?
- I've missed you.
You know, it's been more than a year.
You don't love me, don't call me,
don't need me, don't pay me.
You've a heart of stone, Jamie.
You look terrible.
Thanks. Look, Vicki, I want you to meet
Lieutenant Eddy Malone
of the Boston Police Department.
The boss. The man in charge.
I've read your report.
I've heard about yours.
Oh, from old poison tongue.
You must be terribly impressed.
Yes, with both of you.
(CHUCKLING)
How tactful you are.
(WOMAN CHATTERING ON P.A.)
WOMAN'S RECORDED VOICE:
Parking in this area is limited
to three minutes. Please do not leave
your car unattended.
Thank you very much, Warren.
Thank you, Andy.
Well, this isn't my reunion,
so I'll be leaving you here.
Well, it's been a pleasure
meeting you, Miss...
Vicki.
Vicki.
You call me before
you leave town, Jamie.
Right.
Parking in this area
is limited to three minutes.
Please do not
leave your car unattended.
Isn't he, though?
MAN 1: Great shot.
MAN 2: That's a beauty, Mr. Crown.
That's a beauty.
Damn it to hell! Only you. Never.
The backside 18, less the front.
I make it 20 bucks.
You couldn't get down from there in two.
Never, never.
I say I can do it again.
You're... You aren't gonna start with
that "again" stuff again, are you?
- The same line.
- 50 to one.
I place it an even thousand.
Uh-huh.
I take it.
Bury it.
I'll bury it. I'll bury it.
MAN 1: Whoa! Whoa!
Too bad, too bad, too bad.
Tough shot. Tough shot.
Oh, that's too bad, Tommy.
You almost made it.
Almost. Now, another grand?
Even money?
Mmm-hmm.
That's a sucker bet.
You're fated.
That's two grand for you
if you drop it in,
$1,020 for me if you miss.
Drop, drop, drop,
drop, drop, drop. Ooh!
You're mad.
Absolutely mad!
What else can we do on Sunday?
(DOOR OPENING)
Good morning.
What's in this for you?
10% of everything recovered.
He knew the bank routine.
He knew the layout.
So did 20,000 others.
Everyone who ever worked there,
every customer.
I've never seen such records.
And we've been over them all.
Looking for what?
Criminal record?
You've gotta know what to look for.
Every crime has a personality,
a something like the mind
that planned it,
- and this one has...
- Oh, that's clever.
Very clever.
Okay.
You work your way and I'll work mine.
Now, wait a minute, baby.
We're in this together.
You wanted in.
You're gonna get 10%,
so you earn your keep!
Earn it!
All right, Eddy.
Let's start with the money.
(SCOFFS)
Well, I don't have it.
No. What would you do if you did?
$2,600,000 in cash.
(THE WINDMILLS OF YOUR MIND
PLAYING)
Round
like a circle in a spiral
like a wheel within a wheel
Never ending or beginning
on an ever-spinning reel
Like a snowball down a mountain
or a carnival balloon
Like a carousel that's turning
running rings around the moon
Like a clock whose hands
are sweeping
past the minutes of its face
And the world is like an apple
whirling silently in space
Like the circles that you find
in the windmills of your mind
Keys that jingle in your pocket
words that jangle in your head
Why did summer go so quickly
Was it something that you said
Lovers walk along the shore
and leave their footprints
in the sand
there's a sound of distant drumming
just the fingers of your hand
Pictures hanging in a hallway
and the fragment of a song
half remembered names and faces
but to whom do they belong
when you knew that it was over
you were suddenly aware
that the autumn leaves were turning
to the color of her hair
Like the circles that you find
in the windmills of your mind
Someday you ought to buy
a motor for that thing.
I wish you wouldn't always
undershoot the field like that.
Why?
Oh, come on, Tommy.
Well, it'd end all my worries.
What do you have to worry about?
Who I want to be tomorrow.
EDDY: A week of thinking
and what have you got?
- (CHILDREN CHATTERING)
- Oh, ideas.
Uh-huh. Meanwhile, where's the money?
Could be in Switzerland,
numbered accounts.
Oh, gee!
What else is he gonna do with the money?
Bermuda? The Bahamas?
The rest of the world?
Taxes, records, shaky currency,
people to know, people to trust.
How did he get it through customs?
It's rather bulky, you know.
The Swiss are notoriously casual
about certain formalities.
Airplane luggage,
they hardly ever check at all.
Then he'd have to make
more than one trip.
I could contact the airlines,
have them make up a list of names.
Then I could make up another list.
The bank list.
I could compare them
in the computer.
(CHILDREN SHOUTING)
- What's that?
- The bank.
Five ways in.
Five ways out.
Suppose they only met once.
(LAUGHING)
Oh, that's beautiful!
- Now, wait a minute!
- That's pure geometry!
- Never, ever?
- Never, never, before,
after, ever, met again.
Lovely?
No, it's impractical.
But why?
He could have met them
one at a time.
Why should he trust them
to know each other?
For all we know,
they don't even know him.
Then how did he pay them off?
Hmm.
Maybe he didn't.
Not all at once.
Installments?
They're gonna be awful nervous.
Let's advertise.
Advertise.
Be a fink for $25,000.
(MACHINERY CLATTERING)
The five files you asked for
are on the desk, Lieutenant.
Sorry to bring you down here like this,
but they can't leave the premises.
I understand, Mr. Gould. Thank you.
Can I have the pictures?
Yes, they're all in order.
They are?
Number one.
Bank vice president, age 46.
He made eight trips to Europe.
Some sort of business.
Nope.
Number two.
This one is a lawyer.
Now, he made three trips across
in the last 90 days.
Mmm-mmm. He's too square. Yuck!
He's too square.
Perfect.
Nice.
- Oh, you find him attractive?
- Oh, yeah.
Mmm-hmm.
He was at the bank six months.
It was a long time ago.
Real estate, securities
and currency arbitrage.
Arbitrage. What's that?
That's buying and selling currency.
Betting the spread
in two different markets.
Graduated from Dartmouth and Harvard,
business administration.
Socially acceptable,
smart as a whip, and plenty of money.
Two trips to Geneva in May,
and six since our robbery.
Uh-huh.
$4 million.
36, divorced.
And she kept the children.
Oh, he sounds just perfect for you.
What's his name?
(HOOVES POUNDING)
(MALE ANNOUNCER CHATTERING
OVER P.A.)
MAN: Back, back, back.
MAN: Take the man!
Take the man!
ANNOUNCER: Good play
by Thomas Crown.
Another play by Alan Whitman.
And it looks like
it's gonna be in there for a goal.
(WHISTLE BLOWING)
(SPECTATORS CLAPPING)
(BELL RINGING)
That is the end of the period.
(PEOPLE APPLAUDING)
(HORSE PANTING)
(PEOPLE CHATTERING)
(CAMERA WHIRRING)
All right. So, he plays polo.
Now what?
No, Eddy.
I know he's our man.
I know it. I just... I feel it.
I know he's our man, Eddy.
MARCIE: (COUGHING)
He's a nice-lookin' boy.
Prove it.
Now, Tommy, I know it doesn't matter
to you, but it just drives me crazy
when you start buying pieces
you don't know anything about.
Enjoyment's enjoyment, Sandy.
- Don't worry about it.
- All right. All right.
Tommy.
Tommy, for God sakes, come on.
- We're late as it is.
- All right, Sandy.
Is that one of those red Italian things?
One of those red Italian things.
MAN: 150.
AUCTIONEER: 150, I have.
200, thank you very much.
$200 I have. I have $200.
May I say 225?
Thank you very much, young lady.
- I have 225.
- It's good to see you.
- I have $225.
- 250.
250, I have. Thank you very much.
I have 250.
- MAN: 275.
- What's up?
Let's see.
What have we got here?
VICKI: 300.
AUCTIONEER: 300, I have. I have $300.
- MAN: 325.
- At 325.
It's not worth a cent over 500.
Right, Sandy.
AUCTIONEER: At 325.
It's against you now,
for this very rare
and unusual lot of lithographs
depicting the five senses.
And remember, the proceeds
is going to charity.
So, have charity in your hearts,
if you please.
- 350.
- 350, thank you very much.
350 is the young lady's bid.
At 350, 350.
Now I have $500.
This is more near their value,
and they're still very cheap.
At $500. At 500.
At $500 they're going,
once, twice,
for the third and last time,
at $500.
Sold to Mr. Thomas Crown.
Thank you very much.
Hello.
(PEOPLE CHATTERING)
Vicki Anderson, Mr. Crown.
- Where's your camera?
- Oh, you remember.
The lithographs.
May I give them to you?
- Well, then why did you...
- Bid? Because I wanted to buy.
Anyhow, it's for charity,
and five is the proper price.
Who do you work for? Bazaar? Vogue?
Worldwide Polo?
Insurance, Mr. Crown.
I'm covered.
I hope so.
I investigate.
Anything in particular?
The bank, Mr. Crown. The caper, sir.
You don't expect us to take the loss
of over $2 million lying down, do you?
It's an interesting picture.
Pays well though, huh?
Depends on the return.
Sort of an American-type headhunter.
You could put it that way, yes.
Hmm.
And, whose head are you after?
- Yours.
- Mine?
Yours.
(LAUGHING)
(SHIP'S HORN BLARING)
You know...
You practically said
I had something to do with the...
No, I said it.
And not just practically.
Just exactly what have you got?
Can't tell you.
It would spoil the fun.
Yours, mine.
Your finding out just what I've got.
What a funny, dirty little mind.
It's a funny, dirty little job.
So shoot me in the leg.
Always get your man?
Of course.
Think you'll get me?
I hope so.
(SHIPS HORN BLARING)
Tomorrow?
What about it?
Us. Dinner.
Marvelous.
About 6:00?
Perfect.
EDDY: What does a guy
with four million bucks
want with two million more?
(MARCIE COUGHING)
What do you get for a man
who has everything?
Is that what it all comes down to?
Kicks?
(BIKE HORN HONKING)
There we go.
HONEY: Erwin, will you
get the kid off the bicycle?
We're gonna be late for Mother's.
All right! All right!
(DOOR SHUTS)
Come on, baby.
- ERWIN: You like your bike, huh?
- JIMMY: Yeah.
It's a good bike, Jimmy. Yeah.
Here we are.
Come on, Jimmy!
We'll monkey with the bike later.
Did you write out a check
for Mother, Erwin?
Yeah, I wrote a check for Mother.
And I'm not gonna jump
through any more hoops for her,
so get off my back, will you?
Well, maybe if you
didn't spend money all over town,
you wouldn't have
so much to complain about!
- Come on.
- Oh, would you look at him!
Now he's filthy!
I'm gonna have to give him another bath!
Come on, Jimmy.
(LAUGHING)
Well, we finally got one good lead
on our ad this morning.
- Oh?
- A salesman's wife from Long Island.
- Ford wagon?
- Yep. And he paid cash.
And the same day he bought the car,
he also rented a safe deposit box.
Can we drill the box?
We could ask for a warrant,
but we wouldn't get it.
Well, wouldn't the banks cooperate?
No, they wouldn't.
Well, couldn't we just
pick up the car?
No, we couldn't, and you won't.
It's against the law.
(CAR ENGINE STARTING)
Hey, that's my car!
Why don't you watch where you're goin'?
Retire? You?
Now, that wouldn't be an easy matter.
Well...
Just knock off for a bit, Sandy.
Perhaps a trip around the world.
Take me a year to liquidate.
That's what's starting to bother me.
Mobility?
Well, you've got more than most.
I still feel trapped.
I could give you the power of attorney.
You could do it for me.
SANDY: I wouldn't know
what to do with it.
It's here all laid out,
only to be opened if I leave.
What to hold,
what to sell.
- I can't. I didn't think...
- Erwin, they stole your car.
(TELEPHONE RINGING)
Hello.
Speaking.
Who is this?
- Where's Jimmy?
- Hello.
Where... Where is he?
Who is this?
Look, I can't get that kind of money.
I can't...
They got Jimmy.
- They want $5,000.
- You call the police right now.
No, I can't call the police!
- JIMMY: Hey, Dad!
- Jimmy!
Jimmy!
Jimmy. Jimmy, where have you been?
How are you, son?
She's a nice lady. We were lost.
Who are you anyhow?
I'm your friendly insurance man.
The one that paid your bank.
In Boston.
You know, the one you robbed?
Harry, why don't you take Jimmy home
to his mother with the money?
Erwin is gonna stick around for a while.
We're gonna have a little talk.
VICKI: Bye, darling.
JIMMY: Bye.
Okay, kid. Come on.
Get in the car.
This is stupid.
Stupid?
You're lucky.
We're giving you a chance.
Two witnesses saw you drive away.
We just saw you give
$5,000 to the Goodwill.
Where'd you get the money?
Where'd you get the money for the car?
You know something, Erwin?
You're going to jail.
Your wife will divorce you.
You'll never see your kid again.
I'm sorry.
I really am.
VICKI ON TAPE:
Where did you meet him?
ERWIN ON TAPE:
New York, in a hotel.
What did he say?
How'd you like to make 50 grand?
What did he look like?
I didn't see him.
He was behind a bunch of...
- VICKI: What a mind.
- Yeah, terrific.
What a man.
Well, you were right.
Erwin's checks come from
the Chase bank in New York.
They get their funds
from a bank in Geneva.
And guess what? A numbered account.
Well, all you have to do now is bribe
your way through a numbered account.
Can't. You know the Swiss. I've tried.
You lied to me. You ran off to New York.
You stole the car.
You kidnapped the kid.
You blackmailed his father.
That hurts.
- I do my job.
- Your job?
What the hell kind of a job is that?
All right, Eddy, I'm immoral.
So is the world.
I'm here for the money, okay?
(INTERCOM BUZZING)
- You wanna go in a different direction?
- I do.
But we've been doing very well
with the mutual funds.
Mr. Crown's office.
Walter, I want you
and Allen to cover this.
Vicki Anderson?
- I'll take that.
- Just a moment, please.
Excuse me.
Thank you.
Hello, there.
Police station?
Oh, unexpected, huh?
Uh-huh.
Room 515.
6:00.
Oh, I'll be there.
Perfect.
Let's finish this later.
I'll see you this afternoon.
(PEOPLE CHATTERING)
(DOOR CLOSES)
Oh, I'm sorry, Mr. Crown,
but John called earlier
about the rug men.
Rug men?
They said they were
measuring the whole house
for the wall-to-wall carpeting
you wanted installed.
What wall-to-wall carpet?
I don't know, sir.
That's why John called.
Thank you, Carol.
(DOOR CLOSES)
(SIGHING)
Nothing.
Ready?
EDDY: Good night, Vicki.
Have a good time.
Oh, Eddy, I'd like you
to meet Thomas Crown.
Mr. Crown, Lieutenant Eddy Malone,
criminal investigation.
I'm not gonna say a thing
until I talk to my lawyer.
(CHUCKLING)
How do you do?
He's not gonna say a thing until he sees
his lawyer. Hey, that's pretty good.
(LAUGHING)
Shall we go?
- Good night.
- Good night.
Say good night to Erwin, dear.
Good night, Erwin, dear.
"Good night, Erwin, dear."
That's good!
(LAUGHING)
(TYPEWRITERS CLACKING)
Like ice.
Round three.
You won a round.
That's your only round so far.
Where shall we go to celebrate?
Home to meet Mother?
No.
No mother, no more wife.
Just a big empty place, three floors,
and an elevator.
But I'm building a summer house
down at the beach.
My special place.
But then you know
all about that, don't you?
- Thank you.
- What a lovely old house.
When was this built?
Before you were born.
150 years ago.
It's exquisite. Is that the elevator?
That's the elevator.
Excuse me,
I'll be down in just a moment.
THOMAS: John, are the drinks in the bar
in the library?
JOHN: They're all ready, sir.
Wall-to-wall carpet.
You do live very well, don't you?
No complaints.
It'd be a shame
to have to give all this up.
Wouldn't it?
Do you play?
Try me.
Check.
Let's play something else.
Clicking.
We're clicking at last.
Not so fast.
- Morning, Bob.
- I'm excited.
Bruno, you got something for me?
Yeah, Lou, I have it.
- Stick around. I wanna talk to you.
- Okay.
He doesn't know if I do have something.
Keep following him closer all the time.
Let's cover his phones.
Squeeze him. Keep the pressure on.
All right.
I'll squeeze, you'll squeeze,
and so will he.
(ENGINE ROARING)
(VICKI LAUGHING)
VICKI: Tommy, look out!
(SEAGULLS SQUAWKING)
You know what you are?
I know what I am.
Don't put your labels on me, Eddy.
- Tell him.
- VICKI: Look,
it won't be easy,
it won't be fast.
But he's the one.
Sweet Jesus. You are something else.
You really are!
What the hell is this?
It's for your birthday, but I thought
I better give it to you now.
(DOOR CLOSES)
(LAUGHING)
VICKI: That's quite a view
from here.
THOMAS: Here, take a good look.
No, not down there at the bank.
Across the street, on the roof.
You have any idea
how much they're costing you?
Those characters that follow us around?
Following you is following me.
I don't like it any more than you do.
But they work for you.
I did even worse yesterday.
I'll bet you did.
Internal Revenue.
Beautiful.
Good evening.
(GROANS)
- (MOANING)
- Wow.
Take your time, Fred.
It's only another stroker.
Come on. Wake up, fella.
You're under arrest for drunkenness,
driving to endanger, driving under
- the influence of alcohol.
- All right.
- (MUMBLING)
- Sit up. You're not hurt.
"It's my duty to inform you
of your rights
"in the Supreme Court
decision, Miranda case."
"Before we ask you any questions
you must understand your rights."
(LAUGHING)
"If you decide to answer any questions
now without a lawyer present..."
- Hey. Hey, Ben, hold it. Look at this.
- What? What's the matter?
I think this is Danny
at the bank squad, isn't it?
- Danny?
- (DANNY MOANING)
- Loosen his belt. All right, Dan?
- Get his tie. Get his tie.
- You all right, Danny?
- Come on, Dan.
(THOMAS LAUGHING)
You know what I mean?
All right.
And then from there the...
(WHISPERING)
EDDY: You're being had, Vicki girl.
Why?
(LAUGHS)
That's hilarious.
Would you like to know where he went
when he left you last night?
No.
That's the third time this week.
Her again.
Dirty old man.
VICKI: Tommy?
Mmm-hmm?
(WAVES CRASHING)
Did you ever bring
anyone else here?
My wife.
She didn't like the sand.
I didn't mean her.
Hey, listen,
she was just a way
of putting you in touch with yourself.
I've never brought anyone here before.
VICKI: You can't ever spend it.
Not yours. Not the bank's.
Every penny you spend,
they'll want to trace.
A tax case every year.
They're on your back, my love.
(STEAM HISSING)
I've got all I need.
Let me make a deal.
(LAUGHS)
Call your man.
(DIALING)
(PHONE RINGING)
They can't make you testify.
- EDDY: Yeah?
- Eddy?
Yeah?
He wants to make a deal.
A deal? Sure, Vicki girl,
I'll make a deal.
How about life?
- Eddy!
- No deals!
With the money returned
- I said no deals!
- and nobody hurt...
Do you understand me?
There'll be no deals.
(SIGHING)
Samba.
Sugarloaf.
Jungle.
Piranha.
Don't you see?
There's no way out.
You've done too good a job, Vicki.
I'm all hung up.
(ENGINE REVVING)
(LAUGHS)
I did it once,
and I can do it again.
(LAUGHING)
You're joking.
Money's not funny.
Are you crazy?
It can't be done.
Why not?
Well, it just can't.
(SIGHS)
It can't, huh?
It's not the only bank.
You've got Erwin
and the descriptions of four more.
How do you know there's only five?
(LAUGHING)
Why? W-What would it prove, Tommy?
You...
You don't need the money.
It's not the money.
It's not the money.
It's me.
It's me and the system.
The system.
You know...
What about me?
Huh?
I just sit here?
- What, do nothing?
- That's it.
You let me try.
(CHUCKLING)
(BOTH LAUGHING)
It's my funeral.
You're just along for the ride.
EDDY: I say the hell with it.
I say pick him up.
VICKI: Wait him out. You'll see.
Wait. I'll see all right.
- (KIDS LAUGHING)
- I'll tell you what I see.
I see a fiasco.
I'm running a sex orgy for a couple
of freaks on government funds!
MAN ON MEGAPHONE:
Come on, stroke! Stroke! Stroke!
Look, if you don't have anything,
what does he have to say?
I talk about it. He talks around it.
- Talk.
- Yes.
You're sure you find time?
Enough!
Almost done.
(WAVES CRASHING)
They're gonna be great.
What is this, The Last Supper?
It's tomorrow.
Where?
I'll tell you where the pickup is,
and you can meet me there.
When it's over.
Okay?
Tommy, Tommy,
- don't...
- Moral support. That's what I need.
Moral support.
(UNCORKING BOTTLE)
Tommy,
don't test me.
Not this way. Not...
Not if you love me.
I've gotta know
where you're at, Vicki.
Time's running out.
I've gotta know you're on my side.
No tears.
Not for us.
We're a pair, you and me.
(SOBBING)
Now, come on.
Smile.
Try.
- MAN 1: Watch it!
- MAN 2: I'm sorry.
(BIRDS CHIRPING)
He's pulling out now.
Pick him up
outside the cemetery.
(SIGHING)
Now what?
Now we wait.
You're sure he'll come?
He's had two full hours to himself.
I'm sure.
Of course, I'm sure.
(BELL TOLLING)
All right, then. Where is he?
Did you tell me everything?
MAN OVER RADIO: Car coming.
It's the Rolls.
(BELL TOLLING)
All right. Move in.
Box him up.
(CAR ENGINE STARTING)
(TIRES SCREECHING)
You said it was your funeral?
You--You Miss Vicki?
Listen, I have a telegram for you.
(AIRPLANE PASSING OVERHEAD)
- Would you sign for it, please?
- EDDY: Where did you get this car?
MAN: Oh, Mr. Crown. He said...
He said to drive it.
That was all.
TOMMY: Left early.
Please come with the money,
or you keep the car.
All my love, Tommy.
Thank you.