Red Notice

Though many know the tragic love story

of Antony and Cleopatra,

the wayward Roman general

who fell madly in love with the enchanting Egyptian queen,

both of them taking their lives

rather than face a world without each other,

few know the secret story

of the most sought-after prize and unsolved puzzle of their time.

The mystery of Cleopatra's third egg.

On their wedding day, as a symbol of his undying devotion,

Mark Antony presented Cleopatra with three bejeweled eggs,

each one more exquisite than the last.

For centuries, these eggs were thought to be nothing more than myth, rumor.

But then, in 1907,

just outside of Cairo, a local farmer unearthed two of them.

Some say the third egg was never found.

Others claim it was discovered,

but just as quickly lost, never to be seen again.

Join us as we explore that very question.

What happened to Cleopatra's lost egg?

Who may hold it in their possession?

And most importantly, will we ever see the day in which

all three eggs are reunited for the first time in over 2,000 years?

Cleopatra's first egg is on display for all to see

at the world-famous Museo Nazionale di Castel Sant'Angelo in Rome.

The second egg has been sold at auction numerous times

and currently is held in a private collection.

You're not a cop.

You're right, I'm not.

You know what I mean, Agent. Your badge is no good here.

So no American cowboy stuff.

Don't worry. Left my chaps at home.

You sure about this?

I know how he thinks. He's gonna do it today. Trust me.

All right, then, here we go.

Impossible. - I'm not asking.

You need to shut the museum down, evacuate your visitors,

and seal all ingress and egress points immediately.

And Interpol has the authority to compel me to do so?

Don't test me, Director.

You should listen to her.

And who are you? Her bodyguard?

This is Special Agent John Hartley of the FBI's Behavioral Analysis Unit.

He's a consulting profiler who specializes in art crime.

You don't look like a profiler.

Yeah, I get that a lot.

Forty-one hours ago, Agent Hartley received credible intelligence that

the most wanted art thief in the world, a man named Nolan Booth,

intends to steal the Egg of Cleopatra today.

Who provided you this information?

The Bishop.

You cannot be serious.

My dear, The Bishop is nothing more than a boogeyman story in the art world.

It's a catch-all concept. It's someone to blame

when you and your friends in law enforcement

are too incompetent to solve the case.

Listen to me, unless we stop it, that egg is gonna be stolen today.

In fact, it may already be gone.

Already gone, you say?

Now, if you'll excuse me, Inspector, I believe I owe your supervisor a call.

Do you have thermal sensors in this room?

- Of course we do. - Show it to me.

You're wasting our time.

What, may I ask, are you looking for?

Well, you see, Cleopatra's first egg is covered in 18-karat gold.

And gold reflects radiation.

That egg should be reflecting the heat in this room.

It should be red, not blue.

It's probably just an error in the thermal sensor.

Well, there's only one way to find out.

Hey, sorry, big man, but there's no food or drink in the museum.

Thank you.

No, no, wait a moment. What do you think you're doing?

Relax, it's fine. He knows what he's doing.

Seal the room. Now!

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Move! Move!

He's heading for the exit.

Oh.

Freeze!

He is here. Send reinforcements.

- -

He's on the scaffolding.

We're gonna need more--

- Whoa. Whoa, whoa, whoa. - Ah.

Jesus, you scared me.

I know you. You're the... You're the slow bald guy that's been chasing me.

What do you got in the bag?

You're American. What brings you to Rome?

Gelato, the Colosseum.

- Oh, it's beautiful. Beautiful place. - Yeah.

- First time? - Yep.

That was a fun foot chase, right? Lots of twists and turns. Hijinks.

Who knew it'd end up like this?

- I did. - Right.

Fun's over, Nolan Booth. Give me the bag, turn around,

put your hands behind your back. You're under arrest.

Okay. Well, hold on one sec. I just have two questions.

Okay. Um...

First question, where'd you get that jacket?

It's a statement piece.

Somewhere there is a very nude cow whispering...

... "Worth it."

And number two, on the whole arresting me thing, I totally get it.

You know, baby did a bad, bad thing. Yeah.

But you don't happen to have, like, a badge or somethin'

tucked away in the turtleneck, do you?

I don't need to show you my badge because I've got a gun.

Here's the thing. You're putting me in a pickle.

Without identification, how do I know who you are?

For all I know, you could be the bad guy,

and I could be the other bad guy.

You're right. I am the bad guy.

Now shut up and give me the bag before I shoot you in the mouth.

- I'm gonna give this to you. Good.

Yeah, I'm just gonna give it to you 'cause I don't even want it.

For the record, none of this feels good.

Booth, don't move!

Whoa!

Come on, let's go.

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What the hell?

- -

Where are you going?

Asshole!

Can you hold on to this for me?

- Thanks. -

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What the hell? You idiot! Are you blind?

Shit.

Nice place you got here.

Special Agent John Hartley, FBI. We met earlier.

Aren't you a little outside your jurisdiction?

I am.

Good thing these guys aren't.

Wow!

Hi, guys. Don't take your shoes off or anything.

You sure you brought enough guns?

What can I say? I like to be thorough.

No way, José.

- The intrepid Inspector Das. -

I wouldn't have missed this for the world. I'll take that. Thank you.

- It's nice to meet a fan. Oh, that's cute.

You wanna know what else is cute?

Because you're wanted in 18 separate countries,