The Picasso Scam

'Rule number one and we don't have many cut out the sir.' I pulled my jacket back on, curled the corner of my lip and said: 'Okay, Frank.

Let's go.'

Helen looked at me, nonplussed. 'Pardon?' she said.

I shrugged my shoulders. 'Steve McQueen,' I explained, 'He said that, in Bullitt.'

She thought about it. 'No he didn't. In the film he was called Frank Frank Bullitt. He didn't say it to himself; his partner said it to him.'

'You're right.' I stabbed at her with a forefinger. 'Okay — you can be Steve McQueen, I'll be the little Mexican. Let's go!'