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19 million, it's against you, sir. 20 million pounds.

20. Here's the bid at 20 million.

21 million. Back in the aisle.

There is a painting, it's by Rembrandt.

'Storm On The Sea Of Galilee', it's called...

...and he's in it.

Old Rembrandt, he's in the painting.

He's in there, right in the middle of the storm,

looking straight out at you.

But...you can't see him.

And the reason you can't see him

is because the painting has been stolen.

Lots of paintings have been stolen. They're still missing.

'Pride Of Lions' showing here on my left. Thank you.

I start the bidding here at a thousand guineas.

It used to be anyone could steal a painting.

There was no need for a gun.

AM it took was a bit of muscle and some nerve.

And that...

...was that.

But not anymore. Those days are gone.

A business can't function taking big hits

like that. So now we have procedures...

...and precautions and security measures.

Now we have a policy.

We have bag searches and magnetic alarms and silent scanners...

...and X-ray machines and cameras.

Also we have drills. And the first thing they tell us is...

Do not be a hero.

This is a robbery!

Now no piece of art is worth a human life.

It's a sound piece of advice, that.

No piece of art is worth a human life.

But...

...in the event of an event...

...or situation we are to remove the most valuable item...

...or items and take them to a place of safety.

I.E., the fast-drop slot...

...in a time delay vault.

That's about all you can do really.

Come and enjoy the auction.

I mean, if you wanna let people in, if you want them to bid...

And when you're trying to flog the star

of the show for 25 million sterling...

...you definitely want them to bid.

£650,000.

Sold to paddle 88. Congratulations, madam.

Ladies and gentlemen...

...there will now be a brief interval.

When we reconvene, our head auctioneer, Francis Lemaitre...

...will lead the auction for Goya's 'Witches In The Air'.

Thank you very much.

So we notify the cops about big ticket sales...

...and we even keep half a dozen Ukrainian ex-naval commandos...

...in a van outside, just in case it all kicks off. Or so they say.

Simon, are you coming? I'm about to start.

Uh...

Yeah.

Here we go.

So, what happens, of course, is that

just as we up our game, the villains up theirs.

They don't just turn up on spec anymore.

We have precautions, they have plans.

They do research, they do recces.

They learn about our cameras and scanners...

...and Ukrainian ex-naval commandos but some things don't change.

It still takes muscle and it still takes nerve.

Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen, and welcome to Delancy's.

We are extremely honored to be selling

Francisco de Goya's wonderful work...

...of 'Witches In The Air'.

Goya, the father of modern art...

...and the first great painter of the human mind.

Let's start the bidding at 5 million pounds.

Thank you, sir. 5 million pounds. An opening bid.

5 million, 500 thousand. 6 million.

In the center here at 10 million pounds.

11 million on the aisle.

12 million. 13 million.

17 million. Thank you, sir. 18 million.

19 million. Bad luck. 20?

21 million pounds. Take your time.

22 million. Thank you.

Telephone bidder now. 26 million. 26 on the telephone.

27 to the lady on the aisle.

Small one? Small one.

27 million, 500 thousand I'll take.

Last chance. Hammer's coming down.

I'm selling for 27 million, 500 thousand pounds.

Sold. Paddle number 104.

Get down! Get down!

Gas. Gas!

Everybody out now!

Everybody get out the building now! Come on!

Gas attack.

Gas attack, gas attack.

Attention please. Attention please.

Please evacuate the building.

Please do not use the elevators.

Make your way to the nearest emergency exit.

So when it happens, as one day it must...

...it is imperative not to panic.

Follow the drill and let the training kick in.

If circumstances allow...

...if, remember only if...

...in the event of an event...

...or situation...

...we are to remove, where possible,

the most valuable item or items...

...and take them to a place of safety.

Stop right there.

Step back.

Remember, do not be a hero.

Put it down.

No piece of art is worth a human life.

No, no, no...

Don't.

Fucking idiot!

Riz, let's go.

Afternoon, Sister.

And how are you feeling?

Um... Fine.

Been up? Mmm-hmm.

Walking? Yeah. Walking and everything.

You know who you are?

Yeah, I think so.

How do you feel about going home?

Jolly good! Right, come on, troops, let's go.

Thanks.

Oh, fuck off!

Fuck's sake.

Hello?

Hey, Simon. Franck wants to see you.

Where is it?

I don't know. I'm sorry, Franck.

You must have taken it. You must have put it somewhere.

Yeah, I must have. I know I...

Well, did you or did you not?

I can't remember! I got hit on the head!

That you remember?

Yeah, I got a big fucking scar on my head to remind me, don't I?

What did you expect?

You assaulted me. I had a shotgun. Simon, the plan was simple.

All you needed to do was take the painting and bring it to me.

I know, I...

So, where is it?

I don't know, I can't remember. I can't remember.

I'm sorry, I can't remember.

Franck!

Amnesia's bollocks. Everyone knows amnesia is bollocks.

No, it's not.

It's not going to work.

- What do you mean? - He cannot remember.

How did you work that out?

Look at him. Any man who knew would have told you by now.

Hey.

You know what?

I ought to kill you.

Why don't you?

Finish the job and put me out of my misery.

And then...

...you can find your own fucking painting.

Riz.

Give him some food.

Well, his brain is intact on a gross level.

On a smaller scale, who's to say?

What I'm saying is we don't know.

The memories may come back, they may not.

All you can do is wait and see.

Isn't there something you can do?

For memory? Nothing. Except time.

Some sort of medicine?

There's no drug therapy for amnesia.

What about other sorts of therapy?

Here.

- Pick one. - Ow!

Hypnosis?

He said it might work.

What am I gonna tell him? I stole a painting and now I've lost it?

You know, you make something up.

What if that doesn't work?

Doesn't work?

Simon...

Doesn't work?!

Okay, okay.

Urn...

That one.

Why her? I don't know. I like the name.

Right.

You walk across a wide open space.

Exactly the sort of place which might once have made you panic.

You are in Cape Canaveral and you are Head of Mission Control.

The rocket is ready to launch and although you are excited...

...you will not prematurely release the rocket.

And now you watch as the spider leaves its web...

...and crawls slowly across the floor towards you.

There is 30,000 feet of air between you and the ground...

...and the sound of those perfectly functioning jet engines...

...is making you feel calm because you know...

...that you are not hungry...