Debbie Ocean:
[as she sits down]
Hello, John.
John Frazier:
Hello, Debbie. You look well, how long's it been?
Debbie Ocean:
A few years, minus good behavior.
John Frazier:
Right
Debbie Ocean:
Yeah
John Frazier:
Thank you for calling. I was gonna call you.
Debbie Ocean:
Yeah, I didn't do it.
John Frazier:
Of course not. You were just on camera 20 feet away while the jewels were being nicked. It's a coincidence.
Debbie Ocean:
No. That's a solid alibi.
John Frazier:
What is it? Is it genetic? Are the whole family like this?
Debbie Ocean:
Except for my Aunt Ida.
John Frazier:
Librarian?
Debbie Ocean:
Hmm. Homemaker.
John Frazier:
Right, I'm gonna make this easy for you. I don't want you. I just want the necklace. I don't care. I'll say I found it in a cab.
Debbie Ocean:
How about some of it?
John Frazier:
How much?
Debbie Ocean:
Hypothetically, 10%.
John Frazier:
And where's the hypothetical rest?
Debbie Ocean:
Oh, I don't know. Literally.
John Frazier:
Oh, God. This is exhausting! I mean, when they said come over, I was like... Ugh. You know, with the jet lag, the time difference, Arsenal in the Cup Final this weekend. But now I'm here. It's bloody interesting.
Debbie Ocean:
Yeah?
John Frazier:
So it's not just profit, it's revenge. It's a twofer.
[about Claude]
John Frazier:
He frames you, you frame him, scores are settled.
