The Great Art Heist

Two Riots, One Egg

{Russia}

3rd Person POV:

Nolan & Hartley stand next to each other in line for their food.

Nolan: "Bishop must've seen you coming from a mile away. Got your trust after selling me and Shannon out. Can't run a con without gaining the mark's trust first; that's page one."

Hartley: "I know how a confidence scheme works, trust me."

Nolan: "Well, you do now, that's for sure. So the same mystery thief who ratted Shannon and me out is the same one who framed you. That seems like a bit of a coincidence, don't you think?"

Hartley: "This is not a coincidence. This is a plan. In one move, The Bishop took out her lead competitors and lead investigator. Two birds, one stone."

Nolan: "Egg."

Hartley: "What?"

Nolan: "Two birds, one egg. It's kind of a lay-up. Even Post Malone gets it.-*to lunch person about food*-This is farm-to-table, right? Thank you."

Hartley: "I don't understand why. Why would The Bishop go to the trouble of framing me when she already has the egg? I mean, what's left?"

The two men then walk to sit across from each other, Nolan having told Hartley how much all three eggs are worth.

Hartley: "$300,000,000? You gotta be kidding me. I never heard of a price tag like that."

Nolan: "No one has. But you don't understand, that's not the price for just one egg. Here's the deal. Whoever brings this Egyptian billionaire all three eggs by the night of his daughter's wedding gets all the marbles. Turns out, Mr. Big Daddy Big Bucks' daughter, guess what her name is? Stop guessing, it's Cleopatra. I mean, these people are horrible. But Shannon & I like money, so..."

Hartley: "So how does that work? No one knows where the third egg is. It's never been found."

Nolan: "I'm not gonna lie. That's a bit of a problem. Shannon & I were gonna deal with the second egg first. Then the rest."

Hartley: "All right, well, Bureau intel says that the second egg is owned by an international arms dealer."

Nolan: "Sotto Voce. I know all about this guy. His dad tried to strangle him when he was 14. Nobody can stand this son of a bitch.-*chuckles*-Apparently, it left quite the impression on him. And strangling folks became sort of a hobby for him. He's a big fan. Sotto Voce is super scary, but he's not above having a good time. Throws a masquerade party every year for his top buyers and his I-probably-have-a-tiny-penis villa in Valencia. Gunrunners are a little touchy about their identity. So the Eyes Wide Shut thing takes the edge off for everyone. Now, what none of the evil one-percenters know is that upstairs, locked away in a secret vault, Dr. Shirtless has in his possession an ancient piece of pricelessness that I like to call Cleopatra's second egg. And it's just begging for Shannon and me to steal it. We'd be on our way there right now if you weren't such a super cop."

Hartley: "Don't do that."

Nolan: "What?"

Hartley: "Don't do that."

Nolan: "Do what?"

Hartley: "I know what you're doing."

Nolan: "I'm not doing anything."