Every night was prom night. You know what I mean? But worst of all, he completely forgot that I gave him that same button camera for Christmas three years ago.
[everyone looks at Nate as the doors open. Maggie and Eliot look into the van]
He wouldn't. I told him we had mortgaged the house, sold the car, that we were broke, and he still wouldn't pay the claim. 20 years at that company, and they wouldn't help save our son.
Why didn't you tell me this? I work with these people, Nate. I am friendly with them. You just let me walk around like an idiot. He’s my son too! [wipes tears]
Oh. Well, looky here. Dr. Ernst Volk, University of Berlin, dead. Dr. Schliemann, London Museum, dead. Oh. Oh, and also the three guys that actually discovered the tomb. Eliot, what does that say?
I... I know how to... I was throwing a little style in it, just a little bit. A little style. I know how to spell "dead," damn it! I can steal a bank, I can spell "dead"!
You know, all that chasing me around. 'Don't let Nate Ford near the two Davids.' 'How is Nate Ford gonna get the two Davids?' I wasn't the mastermind on this one, Sterling. I'm the bait. Three, two, one.
[gates open and lights come up revealing that all the paintings have been stolen from the walls. Everyone looks around, stunned]
Every single masterpiece in this room is insured by IYS. That's a $150 million payout. Now, what do you think your board of directors are gonna do when they realize that you've lost the company $150 million?
Every single painting will be returned to IYS the moment Ian Blackpoole is stripped of his position and all his assets in the company. Also, his policy of denying every claim, that ends.