cops?
Have you ever been
to Boca Raton, Florida?
A lady there was carrying on
with a younger man.
He was a hell of a tennis player.
When the affair ended. . .
. . .he disappeared. . .
. . .along with the lady's bearer bonds.
You sure you've never been there?
Not that I recall.
An acquaintance of mine has
a photograph of the suspect.
All they need is a name. . .
. . .as in, strike three.
1 5 years.
No parole.
You think you got a box big enough
to hold $1 00,000 in cash?
Come by the apartment
around 1 2 o'clock tomorrow.
Unless you have
a previous luncheon engagement.
I assume you know where I live.
I'm your best friend!
Half the year goes by
and you don't say one thing?
Do you love him?
Will you leave Steven?
Talk to me.
I will if you shut up for one second.
I'm waiting.
I didn't tell you
because you adore Steven.
You cried at our wedding,
for God's sake.
-I cry at every wedding.
-No, you don't.
You like the idea of us.
Everybody does.
But you have no idea who he is.
-I know Steven.
-No, you don't.
You don't know that everything
always has to be on his terms.
You don't know that he has
no real interest in who I am.
What are you going to do?
I don't know.
I'm going to figure out a way
to tell him. He deserves that.
What makes you think he doesn't know?
Because there's no way.
I mean, he knows that
something's not right but. . . .
Does David have a last name?
Shaw. David Shaw.
And he knows about your family?
What do you mean?
What do you think I mean?
We don't talk about that kind of stuff.
In six months,
you never mentioned money?
No!
Believe me, okay?
David has absolutely no interest
in anything other than painting. . .
. . .and me.
And you.
Is that why you're not wearing
your wedding ring?
Oh, my God!
What?
I left it at David's.
Working late?
No, I was having a drink with Raquel.
And how is the Castilian femme fatale?
By the way, I saw your friend
David this evening.
Really?
He honored me with a visit
at his industrial hideaway.
You're kidding.
And where's that?
Greenpoint, Brooklyn.
How'd you get his number?
I called some of those
obscure galleries you prowl. . .
. . .dropped your name.
You're right.
He's very talented.
Did you buy anything?
I made him an offer.
And?
And he's chewing on it.
Good morning.
-Hi, it's me.
-Hey, how you doing?
-I left my wedding ring.
-I know.
I put it away before he got here.
Thank God!
What did you guys talk about?
He wasn't here that long,
so just the work.
He didn't have a clue.
He said that he made you an offer.
Matter of fact, he did.
What piece?
It's one you haven't seen.
I thought I'd seen all of them.
Well, almost.
Listen, turns out I got to take
a rain check on lunch today.
-Why? What's wrong?
-Nothing, nothing.
Some people want to see my sketches. . .
. . .and it'd be a good commission.
You sound funny.
Do l?
Yeah.
I guess it's called
being broke, sweetheart.
Tomorrow, then.
Reservation for two.
Quiet table, in back.
Very quiet.
You know I love you.
I know.
Bye.
-Is that by. . .?
-Yeah.
People with money
always go for the same things.
And what are those?
Anything, everything,
as long as it's recognizable.
Don't worry. None of this
would've been yours anyway.
Everything you see here, it's mine.
Why don't you drop that
there and come here.
That's nice.
There was a robbery
in the building last year.
Probable means of entrance. . .
. . .was this driveway gate.
That granite facade creates a blind
spot on the surveillance cameras.
It was never corrected,
for aesthetic reasons.
How do you know that?
I'm on the board.
You enter as I leave at 8 p.m.
I won't pull out of the driveway
till it's clear.
The gate takes 5 seconds to close.
Hug the right side of the wall
as I drive by.
Then you enter the stairs
by the service elevator.
The key to the front door also works
here for the service entrance.
I'm going to take the key from
Emily's purse