Foolproof Page #3

- Run!

- Oh, right,

I got enough airline

points to get to Buffalo.

I'd ratherface the cops.

But we already lied to them.

- He was sitting right there.

What did you want me to do, Sam?

Get you on the speaker-phone?

Talk strategy?

- Maybe we should just go

to the cops. We'll just explain.

- Explain what, Rob?

We lied to the cops.

We planned the robbery. We're

in possession of stolen diamonds.

- Shh!

- Now, I'm no lawyer,

but I'm pretty sure

we're guilty of something.

- I am not going to jail

forthis sh*t.

- Let's not be so fast at throwing

ourselves at the police.

We got to buy some time,

learn the angles, think.

Formulate that perfect plan,

and then we can proceed...

- With absolute confidence?

The only thing I'm confident about

right now,

is that we're absolutely f***ed.

- No. No. We don't have to be.

- Maybe we should

just whack the bastard.

I'm kidding. Hello?

- Yeah, like

when you grabbed that guy?

That was hilarious, Sam.

You almost got us killed.

- Look, I had him under control.

- No. You have nothing under control.

I said to keep your hands to yourself!

- You got this guy on ourtails in

the first place. This is yourfault.

- Mine? I told you to secure the plan.

A gym bag isn't secure.

And don't even get me started

on your secret little Foolproof diary.

Talk about careless.

- Screw you!

- Stop it.

You're making it worse.

Right now, we're just going to have

to stick together on this one.

- Ah, speak foryourself.

Feeble.

So, where do you want the tour?

Patrice National

Investments, 22nd floor.

I suggest you take a look

at the stairwell, hallway and lobby,

and obviously,

anything on the inside.

- Any footage of sensors,

alarm panels and security cameras.

- Uh, yeah, I've done this before.

Remember?

In 1985, Heikrun

Technologies of Germany

issued $44 million

in capital bonds...

That's non-registered

bearer bonds... good as cash.

In two weeks,

are going to be kept here

en route

to their New York custodian.

And we're going to steal them.

- What's the denomination?

- 50 grand a bond.

- That's $20 million.

- Roughly.

I could have hired

any number of punters

to help me blast my way

in there, but there's a catch:

I need this job executed

with a perfect... finesse.

- Damn it!

- Oh, and you'd be amazed

how little finesse there is

for hire in this business.

The bottom line is,

you have finesse... you proved

that with the Hamish job.

So you get the challenge.

You have to get in and out

of there without a trace.

They can't know

they've been jacked.

- Why? You said those bonds

are as good as cash.

- Those bonds may be unregistered,

but they are numbered.

If Patrice reports them stolen,

Interpol will be watching,

and no one will cash them.

- Even if we can get in

and out clean,

somebody is going to notice

$20 million in missing bonds.

- Not if you switch them

with forgeries.

See, if they don't know

they've been robbed,

then you'd be free

to cash out the real bonds...

no questions asked.

- Very good, Robert.

Move to the front of the class.

So, as you can see,

the windows on the Patrice floor

are sealed tight.

So, ultimately,

if we can't access the windows

and there can't be

any floor or wall damage,

this doorway is the only way

into the offices.

- Right. The security panel

at Patrice Investments

is a Statlin... Alpha series.

- Card key and access code.

- One per employee, so they know

exactly who is coming and going.

- Can we jump that system?

- The entire floor is wired

with top-graded, shielded cable.

Plus they got these brutally

sensitive end-line resistors.

Try bypassing, the whole place

goes hot for sure.

- Okay...

So, we need a card

and a passcode.

- Sorry I'm late.

- We started at 9:00, Sam.

- And I said I was sorry.

- Well, this isn't part-time

at Starbucks, girlie.

When I set a time, you stick to it.

You pull this sh*t

on my job again,

and I'll deliveryourfingerprints

to the cops myself.

He's right, Sam. I mean,

are we professionals here...

or not?

- Ach.

So, that's 30 foot square

inside.

Does that include the tempered

shield and fireproofing?

- Where have you been?

- OK.

What's the radius on that?

- You missed the division meeting

this morning.

- I see, OK.

Uh, I'm on the phone here, Stan.

- Oh.

- Go ahead.

- You know, word is you haven't

closed a file in a week.

- OK, who verified that?

- What's wrong, brainiac?

Having trouble with the old...

- Hey, Stan?

Eat sh*t, 'K?

Sorry about that. Nothing.

Flushing my life

down the toilet.

What's the tumbler grading

on that vault?

And your contact verified that?

Who is he?

His name

is Lawrence Yeager.

He's Patrice's number-two bond manager.

He's been showing up

on and off at night,

no consistent time.

- Insomniac?

- Technically, he's supposed

to be checking the opening trades

on the European bond market.

But, uh, sometimes...

it sure doesn't look

like business.

- So, what does he do?

- Hmm.

Excuse me.

Move over a bit.

That's it.

You like that, don't you?

Now...

take off your bra.

Smell it.

Good.

Oh, you are so...

hot.

Move your hips.

Yeah.

Now... rub

your... self.

Oh, yes!

Oh, keep...

- What?

- What?

- What?

- Mm, no-no, a hand went below

the desk, that's when I stop.

- Oooh.

- Ah.

- That's pretty creepy stuff.

- Totally.

- Yeah, tell me about it.

Even the thought of saying it

out loud makes me want to gargle.

- OK, here's what we do.

Captain Phone Sex overthere

is essentially a blessing.

If we can clone his card

and bust his pass,

no flags will go up

when we go in during the night.

No. Thank you.

- And what's to stop Free Willy here

from coming back once we're inside.

- I'll keep him busy,

now that I know what he likes.

- We don't have lots of time.

We'll move on him tomorrow.

- How much contact will we have with him?

Sam, you'll need a disguise.

- Ooh!

- Oh! I'm so sorry.

- No, I'm sorry.

- I'm so clumsy.

It's these new heels.

Oh, my melons!

They're getting away.

Oh, thank you.

It's very sweet of you.

Oh, excuse me, sir?

Is this yours? Did you drop it?

Now.

The guard's down. Go!

OK, he's in.

All right.

Now, get out of there.

- Nice f***ing... car, Rob.

Time you got yourself

a new car, kid.

It sticks out.

Not to mention it being

an affront to our environment.

Never had a woman

on my crew before.

Capone said, "Nevertrust a woman

or an automatic weapon. "

- That was Dillinger.

Uh, I mean,

I... think it was Dillinger.

- So, what's the story

with you three?

- Me and Kevin met Sam

in university,

and we started hanging out

and hacking and stuff.

And then we came up with Foolproof,

and ever since then,

it's just been about the game.

- Enough games.

Time you got a life.

Here. Buck up.

It's forthe Hamish job.

Now, don't worry.

It's a square cut.

I'm good to my people.

It's your call whetheryou count

the othertwo in or not.

Just, uh...

buy a decent car.

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