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and sound pleasant.

- Mr. Hamish, please.

- Who may I say is calling?

- It's Helen Calling.

Helen Hayes.

- Hello?

- You need to listen carefully.

This is very important.

My friends and I, uh...

Actually, you know, you might

kind of find this funny...

We play this game

where we figure out how to hack

through people's security...

we'd never do it.

It's more of an academic

exercise, really.

Last month, we figured out how

to break into your business.

- What?

- And now we sort of lost

the plans.

No, this is not a crank call!

I am serious.

Call Z-Ron Security.

Get them to install

a new alarm system.

Change the front door lock.

Maybe the safe.

Tell that fat guard

to poo faster.

Tell that fat guard

to poo faster? What was that?

Shut up!

Who says "poo"?

What are you, eight?

To give in

Like you fight in a fight

But you know

You can't win

Don't you know you've got to

Stand up, shake it off

Look them in the eye

you can never

Get another chance

to make things right

No passing by

It felt like you never said

all the things you want to say

This is your chance

So stand up...

- Ach!

Learn the angles.

Think, then rethink.

Formulate that perfect plan,

Harry...

with absolute confidence.

- Yes, that is right, my friend.

Oh, God.

- See you.

- Thank you for suggesting

we talk in private, Officer, uh...

- Detective, actually.

Well, we understand it can be

awkward having police drop by.

We try to stay low-key.

- And, uh, how can I help?

- Well, Mr. Kraft. Uh...

That with a "K"?

- Yeah.

- Mr. Kraft, we received a call

on our anonymous-tips line saying...

you might be able

to shed some light on a robbery

that occurred the night before last.

The target was a business

called Hamish International.

It's a jewellery wholesaler

on Spadina. Heard of them?

- Sorry. No.

- Uh, where were you

Wednesday night?

- Um, I was, uh, I was at my-my

place, um, from about 6:00, 6:15

until I left for work

the next morning.

- Anyone there with you?

- No.

- Girlfriend?

- No.

- Do you know a Helen Hayes?

- No.

- You've never heard

of Helen Hayes?

- No.

Yeah... Helen Hayes,

the actress.

Of course I've heard of her.

I, um...

what was the, uh,

what was the movie she was in?

The Love Bug movie?

- Herbie Rides Again.

- Yeah.

Yeah, that's it.

Um, what I meant to say

was that I don't know

any living person

named Helen Hayes.

And also that I'm sorry, uh...

I really don't think

that I can help you.

- There you go.

That's a boy.

Don't worry, Jaws,

I'm not going to forget you.

Kevin Kraft.

- Hello, Mr. Kraft.

Did you get my invitation?

- Uh, no, um,

I mean, I don't know...

Who-who's calling, please?

- I had it delivered

this morning.

Should be in yourtop drawer.

Check in with your paper clips.

Found it?

- Yes.

- Good. We'll get together

tonight, then.

- The take was over450,000

in diamonds.

I conned their insurance company

into sharing the claim file.

Every detail is in this report.

They did the alarm jump,

the safe burn, the acid job.

It's totally our plan.

Beat for beat.

- That little thief!

There should be a law.

- It's like Carmine Desouza,

the gangster chameleon.

He'd, um, visit mobsters

in Sing Sing

and, uh, trick them

into revealing

their uh, plans forfuture hits.

Then, he'd do the jobs himself.

Never an original idea.

They cut off his privates,

you know.

- Would you get a grip?

So, do you think

that's our mystery caller?

- He looks like a sentry.

- I could take him.

Oryou could keep

your hands to yourself.

We have no idea

what we're up against here.

And you, just... be cool, Rob.

Don't say a word.

Let's not give them anything more

than they already have.

Sam, no!

- The first punch

had better kill him.

That martial-arts crap is fine,

at first,

but Kenny will keep coming.

Broken nose, broken wrist,

cracked ribs.

I've never seen him give up.

More to the point,

I've never seen him lose.

Never.

There's no need forthe pat-down

anyway, is there?

- Let go.

Dinner will be ready

in a few minutes,

so I'll keep this brief.

As you know, I stole your plans

and hit the jeweller.

And obviously,

I know where you all live,

where you work,

and... how you operate.

Now...

This is a page

from your game plan.

Now, can anyone tell me what those

grey smudges are along the edge?

- Fingerprint powder.

- Very good. And whose fingerprints

do you think are on this paper?

Well, I'll give you a hint:

It's the same three sets of prints

that are all over

that lovely little plan.

So, I'll get to the point.

You're going to work for me.

One job, full plan,

full execution.

No one gets hurt.

And you get your papers back.

- Look,

Mr...

- Gillette.

Leo Gillette.

Mr. Gillette...

We're not really criminals.

- No sh*t.

Keep those... souvenirs

of your move up to the big league.

- We don't want to play

in any league.

- Number one, you're obviously

top-shelf strategists...

Very thorough, very precise.

Numbertwo, you have

just the expertise I need

to pull off

this particular job,

and, numberthree, I don't care

what you want and don't want.

Pick those up.

Don't even think

of puking in my restaurant,

boy-o.

- What's stopping us

from going to the police?

- Have you?

- I spoke to a detective

this morning.

- Yeah, but you lied to him,

didn't you?

Perfect.

I knew you would.

- We're so f***ed.

- Yes.

But relax, they won't be back.

At least, not unless

I tip them off... again.

- How did you know?

- You didn't just break in and happen

to find the plans, did you?

How did you know

about Foolproof?

Was it fat mouth over here?

- Foolproof?

Is that what you call it?

I believe this is yours.

It's an impressive read.

Bold, yet meticulous, strategies.

I love the one

where you tried to figure out

how to pinch the Stanley Cup.

It's very...

Canadian.

Don't worry, I skipped

the more personal entries.

I'm a thief, not a scoundrel.

- You kept a diary of Foolproof?

- Oh, it wasn't the journal

that tipped me off.

And it wasn't, um...

- Rob.

- Fat mouth...

No, it was you, Kevin.

Yeah, one of my people

spotted you

staking out the jeweller...

several times.

So, I had you followed,

which led to the others

and, eventually,

to your little plan.

Been watching for weeks.

What are you doing?

Get your own damned dinner.

I want a call by noon tomorrow.

- Um... they-they call you

Leo The Touch,

don't they?

- I haven't heard that one

in years.

- I told you to keep

youryap shut.

"Leo The Touch,"

give me a break!

- Nice f***ing car, Rob.

Yeah, well,

take the bus next time.

Wiggle the distributor cap.

- Next time? What, next time

we're summoned by the mob?

- He's not the mob.

- Here, hold this.

- Jeez.

- Okay, so who is he?

Leo Gillette... he's known

as the Midas touch of crime.

He's done bank jobs,

armoured cars.

He's smart, careful,

never a day of jail time.

He's a real pro.

- Okay... options?

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