What is my perfect crime?
I break into Tiffany's at midnight.
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 like 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.