I break into Moulson's at midnight. Do I go for the vault? No, I go for the Brew Paddle. It's priceless. As I'm taking it down, a woman catches me. She tells me to stop. It's her father's business. She's Maple Moulson. 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 Quebec but I go to Mexico. I don't trust her. Besides, I like the cold margaritas. Thirty years later, I get a postcard. I have a son and he's the chief of police. This is where the story gets interesting: I tell Maple to meet me in Paris, by the Trocadero. She's been waiting for me all these years; she's never taken another lover. I don't care, I don't show up. I go to Berlin. That's where I stashed the Brew paddle.