Foolproof Page #4

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

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