Foolproof Page #5

- I'm not. It's been a whole year.

- Year, my ass.

I've known you for six

and you've never been laid.

Sucker.

Standby, vault engineer

is out of the security area.

- Good thing you're not charging

by the hour. Took long enough.

Why couldn't we just reprogram

the old combinations?

- Security protocol.

Foryour protection.

It's in the contract.

Memorize this, then I'll destroy it.

- Punch in.

Can you get it?

See, it's on a tilt here.

Can't hold focus.

- Then zoom in some more.

- No, it will over-pixilate.

- We can't read it.

- Let him work.

Got it.

- Oh, damn it.

- Give me a minute, all right?

I'll... roll the tape back.

I'll use

a few algorithmic filters.

Vault engineer

leaving the president's office.

The vault technician's

coming out of the building.

He's wearing blue coveralls. Follow

him. Don't move on him till I say.

- Hey, what are you doing?

- Just in case.

- What? You can't force

the combination from the tech.

- If I have to.

- That's not part of the plan.

- It is now.

- You said that nobody gets hurt.

- Maybe, maybe not.

My job, my call.

- No! This is my plan.

You can't go changing the rules.

- F*** your rules!

- F*** your job!

- I got it.

Clear as a bell.

We're two days away

from $20 million.

Do not f*** this up.

- $20 million?

What are you talking about?

I'm talking about

a lot of money.

A square cut...

if you don't blow this.

- Do you even remember

why we're doing this?

Fine.

Whatever.

Hey! Just don't you forget

those Hamish plans.

- Of course.

- So, then, we pulled the security

tapes from Hamish Jewellery

and, you know,

I could swearthe guy

with the glasses

and the Polaroid is you.

It's not much to go on, I know,

but it was enough

for a search warrant.

Nothing usable.

- Left it nice and tidy.

- Yeah.

- You black or white?

- Black.

- You are in trouble, Kevin.

White's closing in

from all sides

and you are still

playing offence.

You're too cleverforyour own good,

if you ask me.

- I didn't.

- Hi.

- Move. Where's Leo?

You know, for a genius,

you really can act

like an idiot, you know that!

- You said the cops

wouldn't be back!

- So you came here? You've been

followed before, Einstein!

- How smart was it to flag me

in the first place, huh?

- You could have blown

the whole job!

- I'm done down there, Kenny,

you can lock it back up.

- All right, fine.

- Leo protects his wine

like other people protect their money.

Thought I told you don't move.

- And you can keep

your damn souvenir diamonds.

As of tomorrow, all ties are cut

and we're done. Let's go.

- See you, Lurch.

- What?

- I know where our plans

are hidden.

- Now when I was

a young boy...

- I'm closed!

...the greatest man alive

Now I'm a man...

OK, OK, OK...

Look, I'm sorry, I'm closed.

- Oh, no.

But I really need your help.

My TVwent all fuzzy,

and the game's on tonight and...

Could you take a quick look?

- Yeah, um, I'm closed.

- I'd really appreciate it.

And Leo said you were the best.

- Leo said?

- Mm-hmm.

- Oh, well, all right, sure.

I'll take a quick peek.

Here, let me.

No "B"

"O" child

- Damn it!

Yeah?

- Hey, Lurch, it's Sam.

- What do you want?

What the f***?

Hang on. I got crap coming out

of this phone.

- Never mind that.

You got to listen to me.

Leo's in danger.

I think Kevin will break

into the restaurant tonight.

- What?

No way. Not going to get by...

- Don't be so sure.

Know what

dimethyl sulphoxide is?

It's a tissue solvent.

You mix it with about

and, uh, apply it directly

to yourface

and, oh, Kenny,

you'd be out in no time.

Know what I mean?

Ken?

Kenny?

Kenny?

How long will he be out?

- That dose? 10 to 15 minutes.

Maybe a little closerto 20.

- Hello.

- All right... Step back.

Let's see here.

Hmm...

Bingo.

- Cute.

Hoo-ah!

- Check that.

I think I just got

yourtingly feeling.

- Crikey.

- You know,

I don't remember hearing

about this part of the plan.

Did I miss an important vote

or something?

I mean, you really should have

sent me a memo.

You know, when Leo told me

you gave the diamonds back,

I knew you were making a play...

I just knew it.

Oh...

Thank you.

Hmm... the old ultraviolet-ink-

on-the-envelope trick.

Who are you to take

this opportunity away from me?

You arrogant, feeble f***.

- Rob, we just...

- Oh, we, we.

We... like what?

You, me and Sam?

Or we like, you and Sam

and f*** Rob!

- These gentlemen

will escort you home.

And you will remain

undertheir supervision

until we reconvene

in 19 hours and 22 minutes.

Afterthat...

none of you leaves my sight.

No more games.

- I'm going in with you

tomorrow night.

- Leo, I'll be there.

- No offence, Robert,

but if you want something protected,

you have to protect it yourself.

Show them out.

Are you sure it will evaporate

by morning?

- It will be gone.

Hey.

I have an idea.

Why don't you go help Mini-Me

take down the spy-cam

in the president's office?

- Don't be smart.

- All set.

You're sure you measured right?

- Yes, I'm sure.

You might want to exhale first.

Maybe I should give you

a go signal.

- Fine.

- Go.

- Ready.

- Seven.

- No more, Sam.

- Six.

Two.

Five.

Five.

- Found them.

Send in the dummies.

- Ha, nice try.

First, you send out the bonds,

then I send in the forgeries.

- What, you don't trust us?

Ha, so why should we trust you?

Maybe now would be a good time

to hand overthe Hamish plans.

- You get when I say.

- Here is the forged set.

All right, we'll destroy the plans

when we get back to the restaurant.

It's all right, Kev.

Leo promised.

- Hey, get the f***

away from me.

Leo, some help moving this stuff

would get us out of here

a lot faster.

- Sam.

- What would be the point now?

- It's not overtill we're out.

Keep pushing.

- You're next.

- Rob?

What the hell are you doing?

- Rob?

Stop this thing!

Hey!

- What are you doing, Rob?

What's going on?

What are you doing?

Let us up!

- Leo, I'm not sure

I can do this.

- You're not sure?

It was your plot, mate.

Standing there, staring at me

with those cold shark eyes.

"They're dead weight, Leo,

just take them"

"out of the equation

and it's foolproof. "

I knew it.

With you, it's all talk,

isn't it?

Well, next time, boy-o,

unless you've got the guts for it,

keep your mouth shut.

Don't let him

control you, Rob.

Just let us up. Rob!

Don't be so feeble!

Think about

what you're doing.

Don't do this, Rob!

You traitor.

I'm going to kill you!

You're dead! You hear me?

Rob?

Dead, Rob!

- Sh... it! Oh, sh*t.

- Holy...

- Well, it will be a few weeks

before the cops figure out

what the hell they were doing

in that mess.

That gives us plenty of time

to climb down the shaft

at the other end of the building.

Come on.

- Oh, my God. Damn it!

- What?

Sh*t!

- Well, at least we know

where to find them.

Whoa!

Jesus...

They're not in here.

- You looking forthese?

- So much forthe no-guns rule.

- Ha... don't tell Kev.

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