I break in to 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.