J.B. tells his gang that he can’t go along on the actual heist because he’s too familiar a face—he goes to the museum a lot. But the whole thing will be over be in eight minutes; all the guys need to do is enter the museum and drop the paintings into little canvas sacks. (They’ve been whipped up by an unwitting Terri on her home sewing machine.) The whole thing will be simple, he assures them, though for various reasons, it turns out not to be.