Foolproof Page #4

Look sharp.

- He's on his way up.

- Excuse me.

Thank you, Larry.

- Oh, man, they look

pretty real to me.

- Oh, they're perfect.

- Good enough foryou to fool them

till you cash out the real ones?

- Oh, yeah.

I got this guy in Manchester.

Now, he can forge anything.

Just don't ask him

to counterfeit the British pound.

The bugger loves the Queen

like his own mother.

Access denied. Access denied.

- Shut up!

- Acc...

Access denied.

- Urghh! I'm warning you.

- Access denied. Access denied.

- Oh, you're so dead.

- Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.

Hey, you leave our son alone.

He's just doing his job,

aren't you, Robo-boy?

What's that, boy?

- Access de...

- Uh?

He's got gas.

You know...

You may want to lay off

the donuts.

Yeah, you might want

to lay off the donuts.

- That's the clip release.

You hold the gun straight,

you press it,

and the clip slips out,

drop free.

- What the hell is that?

- It's a. 45 calibre longslide

Glock 21

with octagonal right rifting

and dual-ported barrel exhaust.

What the hell does it look like?

- No... guns.

We take that rule very seriously,

don't we, Rob?

- Hey, cool Glock.

- For Christ's sake.

Jesus! F***!

What's wrong with you guys?

- Take it easy, Kev.

I mean, Leo was just showing me.

It's not forthe job.

- OK Whatever.

- Here. Hold this.

Can I see?

Thanks.

- Have to admit you're

overreacting a bit, Kevin.

I mean, no offence, but, uh,

I never picked you

as the b*tch of this group.

- Hey, Leo, remember how

you said you had your ass

totally covered?

Everthink that one of us

just might blow your head off?

- Sam...

- You got a better idea, Kev?

- Do you honestly think

I'd hand you a loaded gun?

There's no clip, sweetie.

- You mean the one I just pulled

from your pocket?

Ha... and don't call me

"sweetie. "

- You know something, Leo?

- Shut up, Rob.

- She's not pulling the trigger.

- Get out of the way, Rob.

- Not on me.

Not on you.

No one.

See, I know Sam.

I mean, sure,

she can kick your lights out.

But a gun?

She hasn't got the balls.

- F***.

- Leo...

- You shut up!

Take it.

- Please... Leo.

- All right, genius.

Let's get to work.

- Sam.

After we bypass

the laser security grid,

we have to deal

with the vault itself.

It's a keypad orientation, not unlike

the alarm panel in the lobby.

But, uh...

- But what?

- But eight digits.

- Yikes.

- And unlike the front door,

we have to hit the vault's combination

on the first three attempts.

- Three failed attempts drops the alarm.

- Exactly.

And the safe defaults to dead-set,

then no one gets in.

The vault company has to come

and reprogram

a whole new combination.

- Any way

of bypassing the keypad?

- Uh, no way... not without burning

a big, ugly hole to get at the guts.

- So, what are you thinking?

Warning, warning, warning.

- You're going in twice,

aren't you?

- Now you go to the front

of the class, Leo.

- Wow, you downloaded

all these recipes from the Internet?

- Yeah. My favourite

is the, uh, Hawaiian chicken,

because I-I love

canned pineapple.

- Me too. Ha-ha!

We have so much in common.

It's uncanny.

- Um, would you like

a copy of the recipe?

Everything seemed

to turn to gold and such

Well you must be

The queen of alchemy

You changed me

through and through

- Maybe we could go back

to your place and print it out?

My name is Sandi.

- I'm, I'm... I'm Larry.

- Hi, Larry.

- Good.

Lawrence is engaged

forthe evening.

You're a go.

- Copy that.

- Oh, sh*t!

- What? Ooh!

- What is it? What? What?

- Oh, crikey, Rob.

- I almost stepped on it.

It could've bit me.

- I'm going to bite you

if you don't get off!

You tapped in?

- Yeah.

Um, can't we use the stairs?

- No. There's a security camera

on every third floor.

- Anyway, stairs are for girls!

Woo-hoo!

I can't hear you calling

I know that's all right

You can keep on calling me

Until you see the light

I don't need the aggravation

You're giving me all along

You you do all the chasing

But how I think

it's all wrong...

Yeah, baby!

I can't hear you calling...

I can't hear you calling

- All right, we got

Let's rock.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa,

six is not one of the numbers.

- No, I listed these permutations

from the numbers you gave me.

- I never gave you the number six.

- Yes, you did.

I wrote them down:

You said, 68521.

Oh... no, 12589.

Not six.

- We are on a heist

with Gilligan.

- Do you need a juice

or something?

- Heads up.

Security is on the move.

- He is a little early, Sam.

- What do you want? I only had

a week to scout his movements.

- When will he reach this floor?

- Starts at the top.

Five minutes, maybe.

- Climb up. Track him.

- Negative.

- 92158.

- Oh, sh*t.

- Negative.

- 92518.

- Negative.

- 92581.

- Negative.

- He is on 29. How are you coming?

- Not yet...

Don't interrupt again until

he's one floor above, then we'll bail.

Go, fast!

- 91258.

- He's on 23... get out of there.

- Negative.

- Uh, 12985. 18952.

Uh, all right,

- O K.

It's open. Get in here.

Go, Sam, go.

Go, go, now!

- Sh*t.

- Come on, come on, come on...

We did it. Ha-ha...

We actually broke in somewhere.

- Yeah, it feels kind of weird.

Not like I imagined.

- Yeah, now we're inside,

it feels...

not so...

- Not so bad.

- Not so scary.

- I'm feeling kind of...

kind of tingly, you know,

like right... right in here.

- Tingly?

No kidding?

- What the hell

are you thinking?!

This isn't a game. Stay focused.

And you, save your introspection

foryour diary.

Everything OK?

It's just, you usually pick

these in 30 seconds max.

It's coming up on four minutes.

Look, it's OK, Kev,

you just got to...

- Don't... tell me to relax.

Don't...

Do you think

you can get under it?

- You've got to be kidding me.

- Well... we'll get you there.

Just not today.

Today you just have

to hit the buttons.

- Ha... sweet.

- Everything good?

- Yeah...

Sweet... camera's set.

- Uh-oh... strike one.

- Time's ticking.

What's your status?

- Standby... a**hole.

- You, uh, you sure

that will evaporate by morning?

- It will be gone. It's dry ice.

- Hoo-ah! Strike two.

Afew more hits and we'll foul

the third combination.

What?

- Nice eggy.

- All right, OK, that's enough.

Let's pack it up and move.

Ow! What did you do that for?

- Haven't got the balls...

my ass.

Kev!

- Where is Leo?

- Overthere.

- Then whose car is this, Rob?

- Pretty flash, huh?

See you in the morning.

- I don't know.

It's your damn vault.

I was punching in the numbers

and it just went crazy.

Now, get someone

down here and fix it.

- Are you guys getting this?

Somebody hit that alarm

with a chair or something!

Oh, God,

would you look at him?

Why doesn't somebody hit him

with a chair?

Oh, Sandi's the best.

That is one lucky loser.

- It's not fair.

I mean, I put my ass on the line

busting in there

and "Master Bates" is living

a freaking Penthouse fantasy.

I haven't been laid in a year.

- Liar.

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