http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H3yinDcFABc
Do I go for the vault? No. I go for the chandelier; it's priceless. As I'm
taking it down, a woman catches me. She tells me to stop. It's her father's
business. She's Tiffany. I say no. We make love all night. In the morning
the cops come and I escape in one of their uniforms. I tell her to meet me
in Mexico but I go to Canada. I don't trust her. Besides, I love the cold.
Thirty years later I get a postcard. I have a son. And he's the Chief of
Police. This is where the story gets interesting: I tell Tiffany to meet me
in Paris by the Trocadero. She's been waiting for me all these years. She's
never taken another lover. I don't care. I don't show up. I go to Berlin.
That's where I stashed the chandelier.
