Nightwatch

SHOUTING

GUNFIRE

Come on, Maria!

SHE SCREAMS Maria!

I can't swim!

I don't want to!

SHOUTING

Maria, come back!

Come back!

It's OK, Maria.

I've got you. You'll be OK.

HE SHOUTS: Come on! Let's get out!

LUKE! >

Swim, Maria!

Swim! Get your heads down! Get your heads down!

MARIA SCREAMS

MOVE IT! MOVE!

Come on. We can do it!

RAPID GUNFIRE

Arghhh!

COME ON!

ARGHHHHHH!

LU-U-U-U-U-KE! Come back!

Luke!

Come on!

You can do it! Swim!

Maria! Swim!

Swim, baby!

-Yeah!

-That's it. Come on!

That's it!

Honey. Honey. Are you OK? Let's go!

GUNFIRE

THUNDERCLAP

BUZZ OF PHONES AND VOICES

I'm going to activate one chip.

'Our strategy will be...

'Don't worry. I've just sent all my research papers to printing.'

We've tapped into everything moving through the exchange from one phone.

Isolate a conversation.

'A billion.

'Dollars? Not Yen?!

'It's that or lose 50 billion.

'We can't take that. OK.

'I'll authorise 5 billion for discretionary buying...'

Buy today, get rich tomorrow!

What about military information?

For that, we need just one phone.

NATO, CIA, UN. Their superhighway will end right here.

Now, show me Phase Two.

So soon?

Show me.

THUNDER

'..Hong Kong. I've got a bid of 51.

'I've got a bid of 51. Just give me today's high.'

'Give me 2,000. ARGHHHHH!'

EXCITED SHOUTING

Total information meltdown!

Anywhere we have a phone!

Now, we launch the satellite.

THUNDER

'Yesterday's meltdown of the Hong Kong Stock Exchange

'roared through Wall Street like...'

I can feel the panic.

'The Dow fell 1,000 points. A broker sums it up.

'Once Joe Average thinks the market is out of control, they want out.

'Any price. It's sell, sell, sell,

'but nobody's buying.'

This is a nervous group.

'What about the small investor?

'We lost everything. Our kids' savings....'

Who would think a thunderstorm in Hong Kong could make such a mess?

It's more than a thunderstorm.

'Trading in Hong Kong is suspended.'

Sir. We lost communication with Graham and Sheen at 0700.

What about the diplomat's children?

-Not a word.

-Thank you.

TV: 'Amid the global financial chaos, good news for Amsterdam.

'After two years on a world tour,'

Rembrandt's Night Watch finally returns to Amsterdam's Rijksmuseum.

From tomorrow, the majestic piece

'will again be on exhibition.'

The finest example of baroque chiaroscuro ever created!

Oh, what a magnificent piece!

(Oh, I have to throw up!)

Oh!

Ah!

-Stephanie?

-Yes?

Bring me Abrahm's Rembrandt.

Yes, Dr Armond.

What is it, Louis?

The drummer!

What do you mean?

Maybe it's his drum.

Page 347, please.

It looks fine, to me.

-Yeah.

-Ah-ha!

What colour is this dot?

Blue.

Yes. And this dot?

Let's see what the X-ray machine shows.

Miles? This is not the Night Watch.

This is a fake.

Thanks.

Not one country will help.

How can that be, Inspector?

They don't want the blame.

It should never have left here.

Do I have to guard a painting, day and night, for two years?

I would have,

if it was my idea to launch a tour.

-Gentlemen, calm down. We're getting in experts from the UN.

-The UN?!

This isn't about terrorism.

Because our intelligence was wrong.

The kids were hidden in the village.

You got them out. All of them.

-Yeah.

-They're alive, because of you.

Yeah.

How do you feel about that?

You want me to say the mission was a success. OK. It was a success.

Opening up to your feelings

is nothing to be ashamed about, Michael.

You want to work, Michael?

I don't think that would be wise.

Make a note of that. Michael?

I don't know.

Detective work. No combat.

Expense accounts...

Something to keep me busy?

-Exactly. It will be with Carver.

-Ah.

I can't authorise field work before a psychological evaluation.

Thank you. Make a note of that, too.

Will this job be cushy?

-You could say that.

-Travel?

Here and there.

Sabrina Carver, you said?

I did.

Hm!

Thank you. Let's go.

It's not Sabrina, you know.

Of course not!

No, I mean it. I couldn't stand another moment with that shrink.

KNOCK AT DOOR

Come on in.

-Yes, sir?

-Carver, what do you know about Rembrandt's Night Watch?

The Company of Capt Frans Banning Cocq and Lt Willem van Ruytenburch.

Commissioned in 1640. Completed in 1642.

I know a little bit about it, sir.

Hi, Michael.

-Hello, Sabrina.

-How are you?

Not bad. You cut your hair.

Oh, yeah!

Look, I'm really sorry about what happened.

I know it must be hard for you.

You got the kids out.

I've already heard that one.

I've been thinking of teaming you two up. Any objections, Carver?

No.

Excellent. Night Watch has been stolen and a forgery substituted.

Find the original. Start at the Rijksmuseum.

This time, Carver is in command.

Nick, just a moment!

Her art expertise tips the scales.

-OK.

-You could see that psychologist.

Here.

Special Services will fill you in.

It does more than tell the time?

-Indeed, it does.

-Oh, yeah!

Dick Tracey to chief. See? I'm still a fun-loving guy!

Yeah. That's what I'm afraid of.

Your hair looks good, by the way.

Boss!

From our X-ray lab, this is what is underneath it.

A real old painting?

Yes. 17th century Dutch.

A landscape.

We rarely sample the paint. It's too destructive.

Forgers generally use an old canvas as a base,

hoping to pass a cursory analysis.

Who owned the original painting?

It was purchased at Sotheby's and stolen while being transported.

Gosh! This is an amazing forgery.

What Dutch craftsmen are known for.

Indeed.

But the paint is from the Far East.

Meaning?

Dutch painters use European paint.

-Not necessarily.

-Whatever!

All this happened because Miles insisted on the tour.

Louis, maybe the painting

was swapped before the tour.

Impossible! I would have noticed.

I would have noticed. And he knows it!

Miss Carver, we catalogue our local artists. You can search our slides

for the forger.

I'd be glad to. Thank you.

-I'll arrange it.

-Great.

Yes, well... Quite a pair, our boys, aren't they?

They're so enthusiastic.

Yeah. So am I. So am I.

The guy who bought this landscape lives in Amsterdam.

-Lemmer's a dealer.

-Art?

Heroin. He's been either pushing or in prison for the last 20 years.

-Which is he now?

-Let's find out.

Hi.

Fascinating, isn't it?

Yeah. How many images do you have?

Over a million.

Oh, great.

-I'll leave you, now. Bye bye.

-Bye.

Oh!

Lemmer, the guy who bought the painting, lives here.

It's not over his mantlepiece! I'll poke around.

We don't have a warrant.

I know that.

OK. You'd better not be here. I'll see you later.

No, no, no, no, no!

I'll handle it myself!

# Sugar

# Oh, honey, honey

# I am your candy girl

# And you've got me wanting you... #

RAP INTERLUDE

# Sugar

# Oh, honey, honey... #

Hi.

I'm looking for this big painting...

Ooohhh!

Ahhhhhhhh!

# Honey

# Oh, sugar, sugar

# I am your candy girl

# And you've got me wanting you... #

RAP INTERLUDE

ARGHHHHH!

Arghhh!

OHHH!

What are you doing here?

ME?!

Who is this guy?

What are you doing on his boat if you don't know who the hell he is?

I ask the questions around here!

Oh, gee. He cut me.

Michael!

You're hurt!

Don't fuss. Please don't fuss.

Michael!

This job's supposed to be easy.

MOTORBIKE APPROACHES

I wanna talk to her.

You burglarised his place. He's the one who can press charges.

And you did it on my watch.

If you just...

At least we know Miles met Lemmer.

Lemmer bought the painting and had it stolen.

-No.

-I wanna tail this guy.

You'd better not let them know.

If we generate enough paperwork, Lemmer can't make trouble.

Can I just ask you...

Come now!

Mike, you look so mad. Maybe you should talk to him!

BLEEPING

HE WHISTLES FRENCH NATIONAL ANTHEM

Are we done?

WATCH BLEEPS

Hey. Do you think I enjoy staying late?

WATCH BLEEPS

BLEEPING STOPS

BLEEPING

Mike. He's home.

Glad you're still on the job!

CREAKING ELECTRONIC SOUNDS

RADIO BLEEPS

SOBBING

Oh, man. Who did this to you?

Lemmer?

He's gone.

SHE SOBS

Where did he go?

I don't know.

Hey?

He came home from the cops, mad.

Oh, Jesus Christ. I'm sorry. Come on.

Let's take you to the hospital. There you go.

'Brokerage firms are still staggering

'after the Hong Kong massacre.

'Stock prices continued falling, with no bottom in sight.'

BLEEPING Yup?

Michael, go to visual.

Mmm. I see you.

'We may have a lead.

'In every city the Night Watch toured, the museum paid.'

Every city but Hong Kong. There,

Martin Shrater, art connoisseur,

'businessman, picked up the whole ticket.'

American?

'Yeah. What about your suspects?'

Maybe. Gotta go. How're you doing?

OK. With painkillers.

How come you're still here?

I thought you might like a cup of coffee. Come on.

BLEEPING

Let me ask you a question. Has he done this to you before?

I'm not going anywhere with you.

OK. We'll just talk here.

I don't talk to cops. I'll go home.

If you're looking for Lemmer, he's not there. The cops picked him up.

What for?

Assault. I called it in.

-Leave me alone.

-Jennifer!

-Get out of my face!

-JENNIFER!

CLOCK CHIMES

GUNSHOTS

MAN SHOUTS IN DUTCH

WOMAN SHOUTS

WOMAN SCREAMS IN TERROR

No! Oh!

Hey! Come here!

Call an ambulance!

GUN CLICKS

Oh!

Hey! Oh!

Move!

I just want to talk, all right?

Arghhhh!

Ha ha! Oh! Oh! Oh!

Arghhh!

Ooohhhh!

Arghhhhh!

What happened next?

I don't remember.

You don't remember doing this?

Well, I didn't do that.

You are sure?

-Yes.

-What happened to your knuckles?

-I was working.

-What work?

This guy is not going to talk.

< That's what I said.

He might.

< I'm going for a cup of coffee.

I'm sorry I wasn't there for you.

So am I.

Look, it's no big deal.

-Yes, it is.

-Don't start that.

I mean, it's not like what happened at the beach with Luke. OK?

-Yeah.

-Not at all.

-Yeah, sure.

Sure. It's just that... um...

It's just that I feel I...

should have been there. I should have done more.

I should have gotten closer with the boat. I...

Nobody could have saved Luke if you couldn't have.

Someday, you'll know that, too.

Hey.

Come in. It's OK. He can't see you.

So what? She fell. We didn't fight.

She fell! She's a stupid, clumsy twit.

We're told she has scars for life.

Who gives a damn?

You don't care that she ended up in the hospital?

No, why should I?

Why does the waitress at the coffee shop say you told her...

I saw what he did with the painting.

Isn't that what you want to know?

Yes.

After it was nicked, he gave it to some guy.

Who?

Don't know. He lived in Hong Kong.

TRADITIONAL FAR EASTERN MUSIC

Thank you.

Welcome to the Regent Hong Kong, Mr and Mrs Graham.

Thank you. (How do they know us?)

Class.

Hi. Did you have a pleasant flight, Mrs Graham?

Yes, thank you.

Excellent. The manager reserved you our honeymoon suite.

Isn't that wonderful, darling?

-Thank you very much.

-Yes.

Oh, my sweet. What a lavish room.

I can't wait to be in your loving arms.

-Mike, cool it.

-Is that an order?

Cauldwell created the perfect cover.

Whatever you say, dear.

It lets us work together and explains our trip.

It doesn't explain where you're sleeping!

'Yeah. Yes, very nice.

'Let me see the other one, next to it. That's it.

'Oh. Uh-huh. That's good.'

They're both lovely.

WATCH BLEEPS Excuse me a moment.

'Michael. Mikie.'

Yup?

Your watch is on.

Uh-huh.

What are you doing?

I'm a guy on honeymoon.

'You're getting a chaperon!'

It's not necessary, I promise you.

You just need to avoid the Hong Kong police, to keep things greased.

Meet Myra Tang, your local CIA connection.

'Myra Tang. Hong Kong office.'

Easy on the eyes, eh?

One identity at a time!

-Yes, sir.

-'I'll see you tomorrow.'

Martin Shrater's.

Wow! What will he do when the red Chinese take over in 1997?

Good question. Stay, and trust the communists or move to safer ground?

Have you been inside, Myra?

Yeah. Parties. Art, everywhere.

But no Night Watch?

Sure(!) It probably has a sign: "Stolen from the Rijksmuseum".

Hey. He's the only lead I can offer.

OK. Maybe you two girls should knock on the door.

I'll introduce you at his casino.

You can do that?

Being the lottery girl does have its perks.

Wait a minute! You think this guy's gonna show us his stolen painting?

Tell me if you get a better idea.

OK. Fine.

Good.

INAUDIBLE CONVERSATION

Mike. This is Mao Yixin.

Hi. I'm Graham.

Call me Tim. You winning, Mike?

Just pocket change. Myra tells me you run this place. It's very nice.

Thank you.

This is a friend from my modelling days. Sabrina Carver.

It's Graham, now. Sabrina Graham.

Ah. Newlyweds.

-Mm-hm.

-Yes. Two days ago.

Then we would like to offer you 80 Hong Kong dollars of good luck!

Thanks. (That's about ten bucks!)

What a charmer, eh?

Martin Shrater.

Oh, yeah.

Well, that would make it show time, girls! Shall we?

What's the bet limit?

Five thousand US.

Five thousand.

Cauldwell won't cover you. This is your money.

Seventeen.

Hit me.

Nineteen.

House has a natural.

Shall we up the stakes?

Mike. Are you kidding? You already lost 5,000.

Shall we say 10,000?

How about a quarter million?

He's put Shrater on the spot.

(The customer with a moustache wants to bet 250,000.)

You want to bet 250,000 on one hand?

That's right.

Myra?

This is Mike Graham. His wife, Sabrina, is an old friend.

I'm good for it.

All right. One against the bank.

MIKE CLEARS HIS THROAT

Save the lecture, just wish me luck.

You know that I do!

Thank you.

A glass of water please, and a vodka martini waiting over there. Thanks.

The game is Blackjack. House rules. Mr Graham's bet is 250,000.

BUZZ OF EXCITEMENT

Eight.

Fifteen.

He could pull a five-card trick.

Meaning?

It would beat the house.

Hit me.

SPECTATORS GASP

One.

Er, wait. Um...

I'm gonna need another card.

For six cards under twenty-one, the house pays double.

The dealer gives me the sixth card face down.

The house plays its hand out. You have no option

but to go for a six-card trick.

Should the house bust, and my card is six or more, I pay you 250,000.

If the house busts and my last card is five or under...

..you pay me out.

Pay you out 1 million?

Done.

The house is bust.

Four of hearts. Mr Graham's total is 20. The house owes you 1 million.

APPLAUSE

I'm Shrater. It's my million you've just won!

Now, let me see. Myra, which is the most needy charity in town?

The Royal Orphans Fund.

There you have it. Give my winnings to the orphans.

Unbelievable.

Well, I made my fortune. Auto parts.

A little stock racing on the side.

Always happy to have more sponsors.

"Blue Grass Auto Parts." Kentucky?

Entire south. Started in Kentucky.

I'm from Indiana.

I won't tell anybody!

What would you have told Cauldwell if you lost all that money?

(What if Shrater has us under surveillance?)

I mean, how do you tell your best player

that you lost all that money on your honeymoon?!

I ain't gonna think about it because it didn't happen.

Mmmm. Nice buns.

Baby, you look good tonight. You look hot. Mmm. Yes, yes, yes.

Nice big, bouncy bed and everything.

You're going to slip into something cool, now.

Michael, I admit it's a turn-on,

but I'm really pretty tired.

You're tired, darling? I feel very... Very kind of up, and happy.

Michael, I'm actually really tired.

Yes. So... I must say, Hong Kong is a little sweaty, don't you think?

Yes.

I'm really very tired.

You're very tired? I feel good.

(Ooh! Socks!) I feel...

..very, very awake!

Good. Relaxed.

Yes.

Oh, baby!

Baby, baby! It's the PJs again! Ooh!

What is it about those PJs that gets me so hot?

My good luck(?)

In you get, honeybunch. I'm all yours. I'm waiting. Oh!

I'll get the light.

No! Leave it on.

Michael. Are you crazy?!

I don't think so.

-I'll get the light.

-I like it on.

Oohhh!

Very boisterous, my darling. Very boisterous. Oohhh!

Oh, darling.

SPRINGS CREAK

Ooh, Sabrina!

Oh! Oh, darling! Oh!

SPRINGS CREAK

Michael, shhhh!

Oh, darling! Oooh! Oooh!

MUFFLED MOANING

HE GIGGLES

Stop it! Michael!

HE BANGS THE HEADBOARD

Mmmmmm!

Uhhhh!

Hhhh! Oh, Michael!

That was great. Really great.

I'm so pleased, darling. I know you love quickies. Here I come again.

HE SIGHS

Well, goodnight.

I get the hint.

You were just overcome with passion, there. I'll go to the bathroom.

That's something I love about you.

I'm just walking a little funny, that's all.

I must say, darling,

marrying you was the smartest bet I ever made.

Oh, Mike!

-WOMAN'S VOICE:

-'Mike, here's your profile on Martin Shrater.

'He was chief engineer for a telecom company.

'He was accused of industrial espionage and fired.'

Did he do time?

'No. Charges were dropped.

'A year before, his wife and daughter died in a car accident.'

Sounds suspicious.

'No. Shrater was driving.

'I'm logging off. Take care.'

The company is sweeping your hotel room for surveillance gear.

Good. You can't honeymoon all day.

Speak for yourself!

What?! You like him?!

-Honey, who wouldn't?

-Oh, Myra!

You cheap slut!

With him, anytime.

Anywhere. You're not attracted?

Of course not. We work together.

Right(!)

It's true.

So, what do you think?

I think all your cards are on the table.

Good!

Graham to base. Graham to base.

'We got you.'

I'm sending you some video of two guys. Will you run it?

'I'll be delighted.'

INAUDIBLE CONVERSATION

Did you get that?

-'I did. We'll enhance.'

-Gracias.

We put the architect's drawings of Shrater's estate in the computer.

Here, he could have a hidden room.

This air vent is the only direct access from the outside.

It's about 100 feet off the ground.

It's 113 feet, to be exact.

Bathroom window.

No video surveillance.

Unless Shrater's a voyeur.

He's many things, but not that.

Any more on that industrial espionage charge?

Dropped. But Shrater didn't sue

for wrongful discharge. He's guilty of something.

You don't buy that estate on an engineer's salary.

-I can climb this.

-It's sheer rock.

-Go through the vent at the party and scope it out.

-Nick?

Ted! I want you to meet Mike Graham and Sabrina Carver.

This is Ted Fisk. Head of CIA operations here.

-Shall I show you what I got?

-Yes.

-The murder Mike taped -

the local police are hush hush.

The CIA aren't their favourite allies, I'm afraid.

The murder victim was a computer designer.

When the stock exchange collapsed, he was called in.

Here's an enhancement of the video.

That looks like a computer chip in Mao Yixin's hand.

Other than that Mao Yixin is Shrater's employee, we have nothing.

Nothing?! The CIA has nothing? We need prints, here.

I'll handle it.

Remember he's a killer.

The computer chips are installed in the phones like any other component.

ASKS A QUESTION IN ASIAN LANGUAGE

General Kim wonders about security.

No-one knows about this.

The General relies on me.

HE ASKS ANOTHER QUESTION

Will you explain his satellite?

Oh! It's HIS satellite?

HE SPEAKS IN ASIAN LANGUAGE

The People's Republic of North Korea paid for it.

Have a seat, General Kim.

This is what your money bought.

Executing worldwide data collection requires a satellite.

Once it's in orbit, we can use cellular transponders

to bounce signals from any point on the globe.

We can eavesdrop on worldwide telecommunications

or destroy whatever systems you choose.

Only North Korea would be safe.

And, unlike your nuclear programme,

it's reliable and secret.

HE TURNS TV ON

What if I can't keep Shrater busy?

Mike!

Are you listening to me?

Yes, of course I am.

You're so stubborn.

You ought to know.

OK. I admit it. I'm worried about your safety.

I'm worried about YOUR safety!

Artist?

Titus. Titan. Tittian.

It's pronounced Ti-shan. Title?

Er... Love.

Sacred and Profane Love. Know the difference? And this?

Oh, yeah.

This guy has a TV show. Van Dyck.

-Sure his name's not the Beaver?

-Hm.

What about this?

Mary Cassatt. The Bath.

An American who lived in Paris around 1890.

Wow!

Hm!

My mother loved Mary Cassatt.

We had The Bath in our kitchen.

Hm. Not such a savage, after all.

PAN PIPES MUSIC

MUSIC AND CHATTERING

Am I overdressed?

No. You look lovely. There's Myra.

Mike. No-one told you about Shrater's parties!

Really! What's that?

A tradition. A competition for the most daring dress.

Mm-hm. You look...

very traditional. Oh, there's Shrater. By the Gauguin.

Gauguin?

Oh, it is a Gauguin.

Yes, it is.

He's got a great sense of erotic sensuality. The tropical blush...

-I'll keep Shrater busy.

-Good idea.

Great eye for a good breast.

Mike? Get to work!

Got to go and make a living. Lovely dress.

How about a private tour? For a lady who will appreciate it.

Mike's not enthusiastic about art.

But he's a heck of a gambler!

That's true!

Let me know when he comes out.

(OK.)

Unfortunately, it's a copy. See?

"A copy of an original from the Wichita Art Museum, Kansas."

They're not forgeries. I admired them so much, I commissioned my own.

They're perfect!

Like that one! I remember seeing the original in Chicago.

I love Degas.

Look how he's captured her innocence. L'Etoile.

You're the star, tonight.

Arghhhhh!

I thought you might do that.

But you didn't move away.

No.

I understand you.

Do you?

SHIRT RIPS

Is Graham out?

No, sir.

Where is Shrater?

Tragical!

Graham to Cauldwell. Graham to Cauldwell.

'Cauldwell.'

Transmitting video.

There's your Night Watch, Nick.

'What's the other thing?'

Mao Yixin. Why the hurry?!

Oh! Nothing.

My fourth. Or is it my fifth champagne?! Please.

Get me some more.

Take me back to the party!

Sabrina. I thought you wanted...

Let me go!

This is your fifth, or is it sixth?

SHE GIGGLES

So you won't remember tomorrow if I tell you I want to kiss your breast

till dawn? But I'm working.

You know, you really...

Mr Graham?

'Mr Graham?'

Yes?

Is everything all right?

Uh... Uh... I've been better.

Is there anything I can do?

No. Thanks.

Uh!

You don't sound yourself, Mr Graham.

Patience, Timothy. Patience.

(Oh!)

RETCHING SOUND

Ughhhh!

HE FLUSHES TOILET

Hi.

Whew! It's all yours. Mind the step.

HE WHISTLES

Sabrina. I'm sorry I misread your signals.

Martin, act your age. OK?

-Telling Mike would only spoil your honeymoon.

-Such wisdom!

Oh, Mike! Martin showed me his collection. Such beautiful pictures.

-Great.

-Are you OK?

I have this terrible stomach. We should go.

Do you need a doctor?

No, that's OK. I just need some hotel time.

Listen, this was great. Good to see you again. Yeah.

-Goodnight.

-Goodbye.

Oh, hi.

Watch the Americans.

That was close.

It sure was! HE WHISTLES

Look at me.

Someone's on to us. Kiss me.

What?!

In a moment.

Thanks.

Myra! Do you want a ride?

Sure.

Heck of a party.

I wouldn't know.

Feeling badly?

Was. That kiss made me feel better.

Well, I'm glad I could be of help, darling.

I wish we'd danced, Mike. I could take you both to a club.

This corner's fine, thanks.

Myra, that'd be great! Mike, me, you and your date.

We'll talk tomorrow.

Goodnight!

Carry on.

Well?!

-Just a goodnight kiss.

-Oh!

BUSY STREET SOUNDS

Fisk.

-This is Myra. Code Red.

-Myra?

Mao Yixin's after me. I'm unarmed. Hurry!

Myra's in trouble.

EXCITED CHATTERING

DISTANT SIREN

What could I do? Turn away? She wanted to kiss me.

-Mm-hm!

-We had a mayday from Myra.

Myra? When?

Five minutes ago.

Mr Shrater. It's for you.

Hello. This is Martin.

Check the satellite. Someone knows.

-What do you mean?

-Just do it!

COMPUTER: Good evening, Mr Shrater.

Definitely a space vehicle.

Probably a satellite.

We're running Mao Yixin's fingerprints. Nothing yet.

Why would Shrater have all those reproductions in his private study?

I mean, they're not worth much.

What launch base does this satellite need?

Not a lot. It's so miniature.

-What if they're real.

-What?

Shrater's paintings. He swapped the Night Watch.

I'd recognise a real Degas.

Are you sure?

It's Nick. (Where was this Degas?)

Um... Chicago Art Institute.

Call the Chicago Art Institute

and ask them to check on the authenticity of L'Etoile by Degas.

Yeah. Now.

We need a list of Shrater's art.

Damn!

Myra and the Grahams worked together.

-You don't know that.

-Shut up!

This arrogant scheme! Why the hell did you insist on forging paintings?

You got over a million phones

and I've finished the satellite that controls them.

Remember that when you bad-mouth our deal.

Our deal is over.

We know Mao killed the girl. We know the painting's there.

OK.

But it's the satellite. We found a guy who built one.

For what? That's what Cauldwell's after.

Cauldwell barely knew Myra.

Mike, listen.

Cauldwell has to deal with a lot of red tape.

We have to give him some time.

He can take his time. I'm gonna go after Mao.

Mike! Listen! Mike!

SHE SIGHS

MIKE! That's an order!

MICHAEL! DAMMIT! MICHAEL!

HE MURMURS AN ORDER

-Arghhh!

-Ughhh! UGHHHH!

Arghhh! Uhhhhh! Uhhhhh!

Arghhhh!

HELP!

Stop it!

HELP!

GUNSHOTS

OK? Are you all right?

No.

Can I help you?

FRIGHTENED SHOUTING

Who do you work for? Answer me!

DRIVER SOUNDS HORN

RAPID GUNFIRE

ANGRY SHOUTING

Ugh! Uhhhhh!

Sabrina?

Hey. Have you seen a girl?

Mike! I'm here!

You screwed up, Graham.

I mean, this time. Just this time.

Didn't want to lose another partner.

I know.

Especially you.

Mao Yixin? I got something on his fingerprints from US customs.

Member of the Communist Party of North Korea.

North Korea!

He visited California the same year Shrater left for Hong Kong.

I bet Mao's running the show.

What do you think you're doing?

The satellite's ready to launch.

Since when...? Uhhhh! Oohhhh!

The capitalist, as his true self.

If you're thinking of killing me, there's a password you better know.

The one for the satellite software?

HE SHOUTS ORDERS IN KOREAN

On permanent loan from the National Gallery in Washington.

You see, I've spent the last eight years

baby-sitting a capitalist eccentric while he created

the weapon of the 21st century. A perfect marriage

of technology, convenience and greed.

Now, what's the password?

Uh-uh. You wouldn't do it.

You think I'll kill you, once I get the password? Oh, no.

What if the system fails? Now, the password.

No! You won't burn it.

Watch me.

Watch me, Martin.

STOP! OH, GOD!

There are many more paintings, and I have plenty of lighter fuel.

The password is "Hoosier".

H-O-O-S...

..I-E-R.

'The Hong Kong police say there were no witnesses.'

What else?

'The company that fired Shrater

'built the scrambling system for US military communications.'

Did he work on it?

'He designed it. Pentagon details soon. Logging off.'

The phone!

Bess!

Send your systems expert in here!

THEY SPEAK KOREAN

Watch this.

'Authorisation to commence routine procedural rotation of sector two.

'Agent Sang to supervise. Top six agents in Zone F...'

It's a secure line from Washington!

Not with this little guy. Let's patch it into the mainframe.

That's amazing!

Was that supposed to do that?

Apparently.

-A communication bomb.

-Wait a second.

When the eavesdropping phone gets the signal, it blows?

And it's all controlled by...?

By the satellite.

Snappy. Pretty snappy.

Is there anything worse than seeing your children die?

Take them. For mankind's sake!

Mankind has been enjoying your fakes for years.

Mankind doesn't know the difference.

After you've seen them burn, you can blow to kingdom come.

These last eight years have been hell, Martin, but today,

today makes up for it.

Goodbye, Martin.

The Degas in Chicago is a fake.

Shrater had a Mary Cassatt in his collection.

< OK! Move it!

SHIP HORN BLOWS

Red Star. On our way to you.

Roger. Docking in ten minutes.

ELECTRONIC BLEEPING

BLEEPING SPEEDS UP

NO! PLEASE! NO-O-O-O-O-O!

SERGEANT! ON THE DOOR!

FAST ELECTRONIC BLEEPING

Go! Go! Go!

Where's that coming from?!

I'll go.

No, I'll go. Wait!

-I like this. Let's go.

-HELP ME!

I hear Shrater!

They're burning the paintings!

HE SPEAKS KOREAN

REPLIES IN KOREAN

PLEASE! NO!

Shrater, is that you?

-Yes.

-It could be a set up. What are you doing?

-I'll decide.

How do we beat security, Shrater?

-You can't.

-I'll do it.

COMPUTER: Entry denied.

Go!

Mao booby-trapped the paintings!

Oh, Mom!

Where's the satellite?

-Mao took it to the launch.

-Where?

They're meeting a Korean freighter.

They have a rocket. Two Mercedes vans. White. One is ground control.

Fisk, search the estate. Let's go!

WAIT! There's a bomb.

A bomb?!

A bomb!

Mike!

It's OK. I got it. I got it.

Red, yellow...

Be careful.

..blue. Oh!

Oh! Out!

GO!

Everybody, clear the building!

What the...?! Come on!

Mike!

Ohhhh!

SHIP HORN BLOWS

The idea is to get there alive.

You know, this honeymoon cover is just a cover.

You don't get romantically involved.

Of course, sir.

Michael?

I'm just glad to be here.

SHIP HORN

EXCITED SHOUTING

Satellite dish.

Look out. It could be booby-trapped.

It's empty.

-Where's the satellite?

-Look.

That's our freighter, Michael. Sabrina, find mission control.

-Come on!

-Do it! Close the door.

HE SHOUTS ORDERS

Oi! Come here, buddy! We want your boat.

I'm on holiday, here!

Off! Off! Throw the line!

Come on!

When do I get my boat back? Hey!

How about that rope?

-I see it.

-I'll get you close.

Give me your gun.

THEY SPEAK KOREAN

I'll decoy.

SHOUTING

EXCITED SHOUTING

Arghhhh!

Countdown.

HE SHOUTS

COUNTDOWN CONTINUES IN KOREAN

COUNTDOWN CONTINUES

Uhhhhhh!

-Ooooh!

-Uhhhh!

Arghhhh!

COUNTDOWN CONTINUES

Lift off!

FREEZE!

Don't move! Get down! Where's the abort button? Come on!

Get back here!

Oh!

-Oh!

-Oh.

Now, children, this is Rembrandt's largest painting. The Night Watch.

How many people can you see in the shadows?

Now, that, the real one, is a beautiful piece of work.

Hmmm. Can you tell the difference? Are you sure it's the Night Watch?

The real, no-kidding Rembrandt's Night Watch?

Because, I don't know about you, but I can't tell the difference.

Of course I can tell. That's it!

OK.

Got you guessing, eh?!

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