What is my perfect crime? I break into Tiffany& #39;s at midnight. Do I go for the vault? No, I go for the chandelier. It& #39;s priceless. As I& #39;m taking it down, a woman catches me. She tells me to stop. It& #39;s her father& #39;s business. She& #39;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& #39;t trust her. Besides, I like the cold. Thirty years later, I get a postcard. I have a son and he& #39;s the chief of police.

This is where the story gets interesting: I tell Tiffany to meet me in Paris, by the Trocadero. She& #39;s been waiting for me all these years; she& #39;s never taken another lover. I don& #39;t care, I don& #39;t show up. I go to Berlin. That& #39;s where I stashed the chandelier.