Art Heist

Let's go.

Come on.

Oh, shit. Perimeter alarms are off.

Killing video surveillance.

Everyone's in. Hallway alarms deactivated. Working on main gallery.

This way.

Are you ready, Hector?

Disarming security lasers.

- There it is. - No, wait.

- God damn it. There's a booby trap. - Wait.

Jose, don't. Wait, no.

Fuck.

Shit. Go.

Come on!

Go.

- Hello? Victor. - Sandra.

I'm in Barcelona. My El Greco was stolen last night.

- What? - I need you on a plane. Right now.

- I'll be on the next flight over. - Can't believe I listened to you.

- Victor, I'm so sorry. - You should be.

- What are you doing in my bed? - Bad dream.

Careful, Allie. It's heavy.

I'll get it.

- Daddy. - Hey, my alley cat.

You're getting too big for your old man.

- Hey. - Hi, thanks for doing this.

Okay. So, Maria's going to pick her up from school everyday...

and stay with her until you get home from work.

And there's a week's worth of microwave dinners in the freezer...

and all of her favorite snacks are in the fridge.

Can we watch scary movies?

No dice. Absolutely not.

Al, will you do Mommy a favor and go up and get my jacket for me, please?

What? I'm not gone a month here and you changed the locks.

Berate me when I get back.

So, you're off to your old stomping grounds.

It's not what you think.

I have to go smooth Victor Boyd's feathers. This whole thing is my fault.

I'm the one who convinced him to hang that painting in Barcelona.

If it weren't for me, it'd be still hanging in his bathroom in the Hamptons.

Victor Boyd.

You know I hate that rich asshole.

- 50 cents. - For what?

Mommy says whenever you swear, you got to give me 50 cents.

50 cents. Is that right?

- What the hell is this? - Now it's $1.

You're killing me, kid. How is this? Victor Boyd, that rich...

jerk.

- Dork is fine, too. - Dork?

Give me a kiss.

One more.

I got you.

So, he gets this outrageously expensive trophy ripped off...

and you got to go globetrotting to the other side of the earth?

- Shame just for a painting. - It's not just a painting.

It's an El Greco.

Some people dedicate their entire lives to studying them.

Dedicate. Waste.

Let's not split hairs here.

Cab's here.

I am gonna miss you so much.

- I love you, Mommy. - Love you too, honey.

I'll call you in a day or two.

It's the third painting stolen in Spain in a month.

And all the robberies have been clean. No clues, no leads, no suspects.

I'm sorry, Victor.

I just thought exhibiting your El Greco here would increase the market value.

Let me tell you about value. These paintings are my children.

This collection is my life.

I hired you because I thought you felt the same way about art.

This exposition will be over in two weeks. That's how long you have...

to find my Christ, or I'll find another agent.

Inspector, I'd like you to meet Sandra Walker. She's my agent from New York.

Inspector Rubio will be in charge of the case.

How do you do?

Mr. Boyd claims you are an expert on the world market.

- That you know all international buyers. - I know most of them.

Any suspects yet?

We're checking on Raymond Douglas.

I know Raymond Douglas.

He collects illuminated medieval art. He's not your guy.

I told you she was good.

- Good luck. - Thank you.

Don't let me down.

- Shall we go in? - Yes.

One doesn't exactly sell an El Greco in the street, you know.

Our investigation is concentrating on potential buyers.

You know their tastes, Mrs. Walker. Make a list.

You'll be working with our art expert.

A professor from the Barcelona Institute of Fine Arts, named...

- Daniel? - Yeah?

Sandra. I can't believe it.

Daniel and I studied here at the Institute together.

Well, then you'll have no problem working together.

- Let me know if you need anything. - Thank you.

They told me the New York expert's name was Walker...

My husband's name.

Well, congratulations.

It's good to see you.

- How did you get involved in this? - The police needed a consultant.

I happen to know all the private owners in the city.

Most of them have let me study their collections for the Institute.

Well, where do we start?

It was close, but... No, sir. It won't happen again.

We'll be more careful next time. I promise.

Okay, to us, cheers.

- To all the money. - Yeah.

You fucked up, Jose.

I just got a little nervous.

I thought all the alarms were off.

Come on. It was a mistake.

Shit.

Do you know the kind of people we are working for?

Do you know how they punish failure?

- Repeat after me. - Okay.

- No more... - No more...

...mistakes. ...mistakes.

I promise.

Drink.

Hiroshi Yakamura. Billionaire. Founder of Kodo Industries.

He collects 16th and 17th century European art...

and has a particular affection for El Greco.

Maria Teresa Alcalde. One of the wealthiest...

and most ruthless businesswomen in Europe.

Interpol accused her of illegally obtaining a Rembrandt in 1989.

She claimed it was a misunderstanding...

and returned the painting to the Dutch government.

And, finally, in my opinion, our main suspect.

Dimitri Maximov, head of the Baltic drug cartel.

Maximov cultivates an image of a European intellectual.

He likes French wine, Cuban cigars, Russian poetry.

At the end of the Cold War, Maximov looted many of the museums...

that were previously under Soviet control.

Men like Maximov see art as a trophy, not as a living thing.

Good.

Well, these are the 12 buyers identified...

by Mr. Marin and Mrs. Walker as potential suspects.

I want to know everything about them.

Is that all?

Wellington's Barcelona is having our annual auction next week...

and all of our suspects are confirmed bidders.

- And Daniel and I will be attending that. - Excellent.

- Okay. - Thank you both.

Lights. Back to work.

We have many new leads to pursue.

- We make a pretty good team. - We always did.

- Hello. - Hey, I've been trying to reach you.

I was just about to call you. How is everything going?

Great. We are making breakfast.

She's not giving you any trouble, is she?

No way. Not my little angel. Hey, big Al...

put some cornflakes on it, it's yummy.

Listen, the bank called. Something about a deposit cleared.

It must have been a pretty big sum of money for them to call you personally.

What deposit? I haven't received any checks lately.

I wouldn't know, seeing that we don't have that joint bank account any more.

It's probably a computer glitch. I'll take care of it in the morning.

- Sure you don't want me to take care of it? - Bruce, it's my problem. I'll fix it.

- Okay, just asking. - All right, I'll talk to you later, okay?

Bye.

How are things in paradise?

My husband, the alpha male, trying to control things.

Say, partner, all this detective work has made me hungry.

- I don't know. There's a lot of work to do. - Come on.

A nice dinner. Some good vino. We'll talk about old times. Just talk.

Okay.

I can't believe you brought me here.

- I hoped it would bring back fond memories. - It does.

- It's hard to believe it's been 10 years. - Yeah.

I keep expecting to run into Claudio or Miranda.

- Did I mention Tonia became a hairdresser? - No.

We had a lot of fun, Daniel.

We're all scattered all over the world. None of us paint anymore.

You were so good. Why did you stop?

Now that you mention it, I think you're right. I was.

No. But not great.

But no regrets. I love teaching. Besides, you were the one with real talent.

- No. - What happened?

Family. Career.

Are you happy at least?

I was, at first. Very.

But lately, Bruce and I have been having problems.

It's tough for a New York police officer.

He sees reality on the street every day...

and how can he understand something as ethereal as art?

And how do I explain to him that it's not just a hobby?

It's something you do with all of your heart...

or not at all.

We've been separated for about a month now.

Well, I'm very sorry.

Look, Sandra.

I want you to know that if any of this makes you uncomfortable...

Any of what?

- Working with me. - You don't make me uncomfortable, Daniel.

It's good to have a friend.

Okay, enough about me. What about you?

Any special lady in your life?

- There was. Once. - And? What happened?

She was offered a job in New York and chose her career over me.

Imitating the great masters is a first step in developing your craft.