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(beeping)

(beeping stops)

(classical music plays)

‐(beeping) ‐(engine starts)

(engine revs)

(tires squealing)

‐Go, go, go, go! ‐(alarm blaring)

Move it! Move it! Move it! Let's go!

‐(alarm continues) ‐Move it! In the car.

Let's go.

‐Let's go. ‐There's four of you.

You can count. I'm impressed. Now drive.

Rule one: Never change the deal.

The deal was transportation for three men with a combined weight of 254 kilos.

Yeah? Well, this is a new deal.

An extra 80 kilos means we'll not make your destination on the gas I have allotted.

‐So, we'll stop and get more gas. ‐Every stop we make exposes us.

Every exposure increases the risk of getting caught.

An extra 80 kilos means the KONI shock absorbers I installed for this job

will not give us the ability to outmaneuver any police that might be chasing us.

Which means, if there is a chase, we lose our advantage.

Which also increases the possibility of getting caught.

I don't want to get caught. You don't want to get caught.

Just drive the car, man, or you're gonna catch a bullet through the brains.

‐And who's going to drive? ‐Shoot this asshole! I drive!

Not without the ignition code you won't.

Three men. 254 kilos.

That was the deal.

(shouts)

Three men. 254 kilos.

Seat belts.

‐(shouts) ‐(beeps)

‐(engine starts) ‐(man grunts)

‐Shit! ‐(engine revving)

‐(siren wailing) ‐(seat belt clicks)

(siren wailing)

(man shouts)

See what I mean about the shocks?

(man shouts)

Now it's time.

(speaking French)

Look out! Get out of the way!

(all screaming)

Wrong way! Wrong way!

Jesus. It's the wrong way. (sirens wailing)

‐Stop it, Marcel! Stop! ‐(horn honks)

Oh, move away!

Look out! Look out!

Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!

‐Whoo‐hoo! ‐(speaking French)

‐(shouting in French) ‐Whoo!

(shouting in French)

‐Yes! ‐Yes! Yeah!

Go, go, go!

Oh, merde!

(shouts)

Shit.

(screams)

(shouting)

(shouts)

(tires screech)

(gagging) No. No, no!

If you don't mind, I just conditioned the leather back there.

MAN: Take us to the drop point.

Not yet.

(siren wailing)

‐(siren wailing) ‐Oh!

Stop!

‐Hey‐o. ‐MEN: The cops! The cops!

‐What are you doing? Don't stop now. Do somethin'! ‐Come on. Do somethin'!

‐What are you thinking? ‐What are we doing now?

Belt!

(shouts)

‐No. No. ‐No, no, no!

(screaming)

(screaming)

(breathing heavily)

(siren wailing)

Your gun, please.

(engine revving)

(screaming)

(shouting in French)

(train horn blows)

Police! Stop!

Stop! Police!

(clicks)

I'm fed up with this car chase!

You gave me too much. I need you to take us to Avignon.

The deal was this far, no further.

The deal is the deal. Rule number one.

‐Rules are meant to be broken. ‐Not mine.

Let's go. Get in the car.

Come on! Hurry!

‐Move it! ‐(engine starts)

(birds chirping)

(seagull squawking)

(man on TV, indistinct)

MAN #1 (on TV): Really. I did.

MAN #2: Oh, yeah. Well, how come you don't have your yellow card with you?

MAN #1: Well, I must have left it back in 'Nam on the base.

MAN #2: Yeah, they all say that. Left it back in 'Nam on the base. Uh‐huh.

Let me show you what we do to people who left it back in 'Nam on the base.

MAN #1: Oh, no. Please let go of me. Where are you taking me?

MAN #2: You gotta be punished for not carrying your shot record on you.

‐It's a fate far worse than death. ‐MAN #1: Oh, help. Help.

What could be worse than death?

(continues, indistinct)

NEWSCASTER (on TV): The Argentinean government reaffirmed its commitment

to meeting the I. M. F.'s target this year.

And yesterday, in Nice, four men robbed the Alliance Investment Corporation.

One man died on the sidewalk.

The others were apprehended early this morning

when they took a wrong turn on a one‐way street in Avignon

and ran into a taxicab.

The police said, were it not for their poor driving habits,

the 20 million euros in bearer bonds

would have been cashed and gone by this afternoon.

‐And in other news, the stock market closed‐‐ ‐(bell dings)

I always say the way a man treats his car

is how he treats himself.

‐I'd say that's probably true, Inspector. ‐(laughs)

You have a good sense of humor for a foreigner, Monsieur Frank.

Like the French. Sly wit. Just the right amount of flavor.

Been out driving? Till they pass a law says I can't.

Want to come in for a coffee?

Uh, thank you, but I have a lot of stops to make.

Eighty‐eight to be exact.

That's a lot of stops.

A lot of 1999 black BMW 765s

with 06 in the license plates to check out.

Ah, it's a very popular car with a certain type down here.

You've seen them. They come over from Italy in those very expensive suits

and the young pretty girls with the big jewelry and too much makeup.

Very... mafia.

There was a robbery. A getaway.

Some very fancy driving.

By someone in a 1999 black BMW 735?

‐With 06 in the plate. ‐(chuckles)

(chuckles) You have been to the city lately?

Not for a while.

I love Nice. The food. The way they grill fish.

No place else in France does it the way they do in Nice.

And the women‐‐

I prefer the women there.

They are more... complicated

than the local variety.

Don't you think?

I don't particularly like complicated.

‐You like to keep it simple. ‐Why are you so interested?

Oh, you know, uh, ever since I'm a little boy,

military people have always intrigued me.

I'm ex‐military.

I am an ex‐little boy. (chuckles)

Sure you don't have time for a coffee?

Everything is always so neat with you, Monsieur Frank.

‐Nothing ever out of place. ‐I'll take that as a compliment,

coming from a man who pays attention to every detail.

Maybe I'll come back later for that coffee.

‐Door's always open to you. ‐Hmm.

(grunts)

‐(engine starts) ‐(cell phone rings)

‐MAN: Lupo gave me your number. ‐Be brief.

‐I'm looking for a transporter. ‐I'm listening.

♪ Are you ready ♪

♪ Are you ready ♪

‐One bag. That's it. ‐Dimensions?

Be specific.

One meter 50 by half meter.

‐Weight. ‐Fifty kilos. Not more.

♪ Grab your coat Get your keys ♪

‐Destination? ‐24 Rue de Luxembourg.

‐You're delivering to Mr.‐‐ ‐Rule two: No names.

(music continues, indistinct)

Time of pickup?

7:00 in the morning, at the front door.

A package. One meter 50 by 50. Fifty kilos. 250 kilometers.

Traveling within the speed limit, one stop for refreshments,

40,000.

Half now, half on delivery. Delivery will be at noon.

If no one's there, it is not my responsibility. I'll leave the package.

Once we make a deal, the terms of that deal cannot be changed or renegotiated.

‐Another rule? ‐It's rule number one.

Do we have a deal?

‐You're very precise. ‐Transportation is a precise business.

‐(beeps) ‐(engine starts)

(soft rumbling)

Flat.

(pop plays on radio)

(music stops)

(men chattering in French)

(sighs)

(whimpering)

Hi.

Now, don't move. I'm not gonna hurt you.

I'm just gonna make a little hole so you can drink. That's all I'm gonna do.

‐(screaming) ‐Please. Please! Please. Come on.

(screaming)

Come on. Drink.

Slowly.

Okay. Okay. That's enough.

‐Good girl. ‐(whimpering)

(screaming)

‐(thumping) ‐(muffled shouts)

(screams)

(screaming continues)

(panting, muffled shout)

I'm going to take the tape off. If you scream, I'll have to kill you. Understand?

Mmm. Mmm.

Ay! I got to pee.

You want me to do it in your car?

‐Okay. ‐Mmm.

I'm gonna take my knife out, so don't scream, okay? It's to cut you free.

You don't need your mouth to pee.

You have one minute.

Fifty‐five, 54,

53, 52‐‐

Breakin' the rules, Frank.

Not good to break the rules.

Fifteen.

Seven.

Two.

Time's up.

Don't make me drag you out.

Shit.

(panting)

(screams)

(yelps)

No. Please, no!

Rule three: Never look in the package.

Hope you enjoyed your pee, 'cause it's your last on this trip.

(sobs)

(whimpering)

(screams)

(groaning)

(screaming)

See what comes of breakin' the rules?

♪ You ready ♪

♪ Yes ♪

♪ Yeah, yeah ♪

♪ I like singin' ♪

♪ My music, my life my heart, my soul ♪

‐♪ My music, my everything I give my all ♪ ‐Jerk.

♪ My wife, my daughter my love, my dream ♪

♪ My mother, my father my brother, my team ♪

♪ My camp, my squad my house, my car ♪

♪ My boat, my shoes my pants, my shirt ♪

♪ My coke, my sugar my cream, my butter ♪

♪ My toast, my all my queen, my folks ♪

♪ My baby ♪

♪ Walk like six strings Talk like she's my everything ♪

♪ My baby ♪

‐You're late. ‐Ran into a little problem.

Nothin' serious?

♪ She sheds all my confusion ♪

‐♪ So my baby ♪ ‐Nothin' serious.

♪ Will not run from anything I swear this goes My baby ♪

♪ Walk like six strings Talk like she's my everything ♪

‐♪ My baby ♪ ‐(girl whimpers)

You open the package?

Rule three: Never open the package.

(laughs) I like that.

Rules. You can't get anything done in a world without rules.

You're a foreigner, right?

It's a nice little thing you've got goin' for yourself here.

High‐class. Good reputation.

I didn't get your name.

Rule two: No names.

Of course.

You don't count it.

Why? Should I?

‐No. No. ‐Then that concludes the deal.

You know, I was wondering

if you wouldn't mind transporting something for me.

That's what you do, right?

You deliver. No questions asked.

‐Why not? ‐Mmm.

(chuckles)

Weight?

Maybe a kilo.

‐Destination? ‐Grenoble.

306 Rue du Lac.

A Mr.‐‐

Oh, right. I forgot.

Rule two.

(chuckles)

I like him.

(engine starts)

(motorcycle engine revving)

(doorbell rings)

(hip‐hop plays on speakers)

(chuckles)

What the f‐‐

(music continues)

(shouting)

(shouts)

Where is he?

(groans)

(engine starts)

(music continues)

(music stops)

You're like dog shit.

You're everywhere. Yeah.

I know you want to pee. All you want to do is pee.

(muffled shouting)

(muffled shouting)

Shit.

(shouting continues)

(tires screech)

‐♪ I got love ♪ ‐♪ I got love for ♪

‐♪ My homeys who be rollin' with me ♪ ‐♪ Play no games ♪

‐♪ Play no games, 'cause ain't nobody playin' with me ♪ ‐Frank, you stupid shit.

‐♪ I got love ♪ ‐♪ I got love ♪

‐(screams) ‐♪ For my niggas on my family tree ♪

‐♪ I got love ♪ ‐♪ Love for the ghetto ♪

‐♪ Down for whatever ♪ ‐(screams)

‐♪ I got game ♪ ‐(screams)

♪ I got game 'cause the game was given to me ♪

(screams)

(muffled scream)

(sighs)

I ask the questions. You answer the questions.

No long speeches. Just keep it simple. Got it?

Who are you?

My name is Lai. I come from‐‐

I ask the questions. You answer the questions.

Nothing more, nothing less. You want to try again?

‐What kind of shit am I in? ‐Deep shit.

Very deep shit. Those guys‐‐

‐Sorry! Sorry! I won't say any‐‐ ‐(bell dings)

(sighs)

Bon appétit.

‐Where are you going? ‐To bed.

Can't think straight when I'm tired.

A good night's sleep, I always see things better.

‐Can I leave? ‐Be my guest.

(yelps)

(coughs)

(door closes)

(machine beeping)

Hey.

Are you comfortable?

‐Boss‐‐ ‐Shh. Save your strength.

Just tell me. Who did this?

The transporter.

The transporter's dead.

He's not.

Believe me.

I believe you.

And the police‐‐

They were here?

‐You told 'em nothing, right? ‐Right.

Of course.

You couldn't talk.

Yeah.

Let's keep it that way.

(groaning)

(rapid beeping)

(steady beep)

(alarm beeping)

‐(alarm stops) ‐(rhythmic beeping)

(humming softly)

(humming stops)

I picked them from the garden outside.

I hope you don't mind.

I didn't know if you liked coffee or tea,

so I made both.

(bell dings)

I hope you like, uh,

"madeleines."

Try one.

Careful.

It's hot.

Good?

Let me.

I like it quiet in the morning.

Yes. Quiet in the morning.

Me too. Me too. I'm the same way.

I like very quiet.

Sorry.

Are you looking for milk?

Ah, there's milk at the door.

Stay. Stay. I'll go.

Hi.

And you are?

‐The new cook. ‐Is Monsieur Frank in?

Ah. Monsieur Frank.

Is your invitation for coffee still open?

‐Sure. Come on. Please. ‐Mm‐hmm.

Sit.

‐Madeleine? ‐Homemade?

Yes. I'll bring some more.

Ah. My mother used to make fresh madeleines every morning.

I smell them, and my whole childhood comes back in one big flood.

Like Proust. You ever read Proust, Monsieur Frank?

‐Nope. ‐Ah.

He's fantastic. Memory like a steel trap.

He would have been a great cop. Real determined.

‐Milk? ‐Please, milk.

Thank you. Ah.

I used to have a memory like Proust.

Like a filing cabinet up there.

I would see something and remember it like that.

Like, uh, license plates. I could see a plate, and it was printed in my head.

Now I need all the help I can get

remembering, uh, whose plate goes with whose car.

Like, uh, this one.

‐That's mine. ‐Ah.

‐Memories. ‐So?

‐Where's the rest of the car? ‐I was hoping you could tell me.

‐It was stolen. ‐Stolen?

I went down to Fréjus to pick up a few things. When I came out of the market, it was‐‐

Gone.

‐You report it? ‐That's the first on my list of things to do today.

It's a long walk from Fréjus. How did you get home?

I brought him.

I saw him walking along the dark road.

A risky thing, picking up a stranger on the dark road.

He had a kind face.

‐I didn't see a car outside. ‐It's in the garage.

‐May I see it? ‐Mm‐hmm.

(whistles) Wow.

Ah. Pretty nice car for a cook.

Some people have a problem with the Germans.

They are too aggressive. They take up the best beaches in summer.

They can't cook worth a damn.

I say anyone makes such great cars can't be all bad.

I would say your intuition worked out very well for Monsieur Frank, mademoiselle.

Worked out for both of us.

Bon. Uh‐‐

My intuition says this is

probably a good time for me to go file my report.

‐Where's the rest of my car? ‐Oh, yes.

I almost forgot. It was blown to pieces at a rest stop.

What's left of it is down at the lab.

They are trying to separate what was left of the two cops in the trunk

from the rest of it.

But, uh, you wouldn't know anything about that.

‐No. ‐Sorry to interrupt.

Thank you for the coffee and the memories.

Come back anytime.

‐Would you mind walking me? ‐No.

You have always been very quiet about your business, Monsieur Frank.

I appreciate that. Less work for mother.

But this business at the rest stop. That is not very quiet.

I don't suppose you would like to tell me something besides a stolen‐car story?

‐If I had one, I would. ‐Well, may I suggest

that when the two of you show up in my office after lunch,

you do have one.

A better one than you currently have.

You are the one he wants to see,

‐not me. ‐Quiet!

Please. I have to think.

You were supposed to think last night.

Yeah, well, last night I had nightmares

about a girl who came into my nice, quiet life, screwed it all up.

Everything she touched broke, and every move she made turned into a catastrophe.

Okay. Sorry.

I'm still wondering if I want to know everything or nothing about you.

What?

‐It's the quiet. ‐I thought you liked quiet.

(insect buzzes)

Yeah. Not this quiet.

(screams)

(coughing)

‐You okay? ‐No.

Good. Let's go.

(shouting)

Go, go, go!

(grunts)

‐(groans) ‐(yelps)

No. Don't stay there!

(screams)

(screams)

(gasping)

(metal clangs)

Frank!

Come on. Give me your hand.

(screams)

(Lai screams)

(grunts)

‐(screaming) ‐Come on.

Come on. Get in. Get in!

‐No! No! ‐Get in!

Lai, look! Come on. Do you want to die?

Get in!

(shouts)

(screams)

(gasping)

‐Calm down. Okay? ‐(sobbing)

Don't worry. You okay?

‐Stay here. I'm comin' back. ‐No.

Wait! Wait!

(screams)

Put it on.

‐You okay? ‐Mmm.

Sure? Okay. Let's go.

Frank?

Is this your house?

‐(electricity crackling) ‐(gasps)

‐Frank? ‐(grunts) Yeah. Guess.

Frank.

Should mind my own goddamn business.

Simple rule. Simple little rule.

FRANK: There's gotta be some dry clothes in this house.

Don't open the package.

Nothin' but trouble you open the goddamn package.

LAI: Frank?

‐What are you doing? ‐Making up for the trouble.

‐Wait. Wait. Why are you making‐‐ ‐No more questions.

Wait. I don't like it when things get complicated.

You like things simple.

Very simple.

I'm not so clear about the house. Could you explain?

Mmm. One more time. After I left‐‐

After you left, we went for a walk on the beach, had a swim.

‐Where again? ‐Past the point.

‐Anyone else swimming at that time? ‐No.

‐Did you see anybody else swimming? ‐No. No one.

So, you took a walk,

had a swim... on a beach where no one else was swimming,

past the point,

where you can't see or be seen from the beach on either side,

which makes witnesses a little hard to come by.

That's the point of a romantic swim.

Who wants witnesses?

‐And then? ‐Then we came back to the house, found it on fire.

‐Just like that? On fire? ‐Yes.

And the 5,000 rounds of spent ammo my men found all around the house?

‐Maybe they had the wrong house. ‐Monsieur Frank,

people with this kind of firepower

do not make mistakes about who they visit.

Who would want you this dead?

I don't know.

‐Any problems with a client? ‐I don't have clients.

I'm retired. I live on my army pension. You know that.

You have all the facts of who I am and who I was. You've had them for years.

Any enemies you can think of? People from the past?

I left the past behind when I moved here.

Hmm. A past like yours

‐you never leave behind. ‐(knocks)

(speaking French)

I'll just be a moment. Don't leave.

‐What are you doin'? ‐Computers know everything. You just need a password.

What are you, nuts? We're in a police station.

You're always complaining. Except when we make love. Then you say nothing.

‐Uh‐huh. ‐(beeps)

LAI: Ah.

La, la, la. Hello.

See?

(computer beeping)

(beeping stops)

‐So, where will you be staying? ‐I don't know.

Well, my cousin has a small hotel.

Thanks, but we'll manage.

Without money, could be hard.

Here. It's not much, but at least you won't go hungry.

Thank you.

‐Where you goin'? ‐Going to see that guy.

‐Good luck. ‐One moment.

‐You're not coming? ‐No.

‐But he blew up your car. ‐I'll buy a new one.

‐He burned your house. ‐I'll rebuild it.

‐He tried to kill you. ‐And as far as he knows, he succeeded.

Look. I'm gonna give you some advice.

I don't know what you're into. I don't care what you're into.

But whoever wanted you dead thinks you're dead. You have a free pass to start over.

Here's the advice: Start over.

There are 400 people

dying in a container on a ship.

My father.

My sisters.

The ship arrives today.

They will make my father a slave.

The only one who knows the container number

is that guy.

You're very good.

What do you mean?

From the moment you saw those pictures in my house

you were setting me up to get involved in this.

Breakfast. Giving the excuse to the cop to help me. One lie after another.

Not everything is a lie.

Name one thing that isn't.

What happened in the house

between us.

That was not a lie.

You were a soldier.

Your job was to save people.

‐Past tense. ‐What does that mean?

Means I got tired of seeing my best efforts

get turned into bullshit by the same people who pay me to do the job.

‐No one cared. ‐This time,

I care.

(chuckles) Thank you.

(phone rings)

‐Bonjour. ‐Bonjour.

No phone calls for half an hour?

Hello. Surprise.

(groans)

Sit.

Put your hands where I can see 'em.

So, before we get to the heart of the matter,

I have one question for you.

‐Why'd you try to kill me? ‐You lied to me.

You opened the package. You broke the rules. Your rules.

What'd you expect me to do? Recommend you for another job?

What's the ship number?

Mr. Transporter, we can both agree.

I answered your first question politely.

I won't answer any more.

So, I suggest you kill me right now

and go screw yourself.

I can't find anything.

Oh, poor Frank.

What'd she tell you? We're smuggling people in containers? I tell you.

‐Lai's the perfect name for her. ‐(phone beeps)

Mr. Kwai's on the way up.

Your father's here.

He'll really get a kick out of this.

‐I thought your father was in a container. ‐Yes. I‐‐I mean, no.

There are 400 people in that container.

Stay where you are.

She's a real heartbreaker, isn't she, Frank?

Ten seconds, two choices.

The information on the paper or your brains on the desk. Now tell me I'm lying.

‐Nine, eight‐‐ ‐FRANK: Lai. Lai.

‐Give me the gun. ‐I don't know what you're talking about.

...five, four,

three, two‐‐

One. Shoot.

‐(door opens) ‐Lai.

(speaking Chinese)

‐(speaking Chinese) ‐Would I kill my own daughter?

Lai.

Come on, now.

Put it down.

We'll talk.

She thinks we're smuggling people in containers.

‐I don't know where you get these ideas. ‐Stay away!

Would you kill your own father?

Please. I'm begging you.

Stop what you are doing.

I do what I do. I am who I am.

I'll never change. So, if you're going to kill me,

kill me.

But if you don't,

get this gun out of my face.

Give me.

No! (speaking Chinese)

I know he's innocent.

Oh, you have such a good heart.

Always interested in saving innocent people.

Well, here's your big chance. Drop your gun,

and you will save one.

(chuckles)

‐Kill him! ‐No!

(phone rings)

‐The police are on their way up. ‐What now?

Take her.

‐(beeps) ‐Send in Leo. I need him to wrap something up.

Just for the record, there are 400 people in that container.

Only 395 made it here alive.

Frank!

‐Inspector. Am I glad you're here. ‐What is this?

This man used my partner's daughter here to try and blackmail us.

Luckily, my security got the drop on him.

I wanna press charges‐‐ kidnapping, extortion, assault.

‐I know this man. ‐Well, I suppose in your business

you have to know all types.

Now, should I call my lawyer?

We'll handle it.

I'll expect all of you down at my office to give your statements.

As soon as I contact my lawyer, we'll be more than happy to oblige.

(groans)

The doctor said you will have a headache for a few days, and then everything

‐will go back to normal. ‐Where are they?

I think you should be more concerned

with where you are.

What got into you?

‐You were always so careful. ‐I've got to get out of here.

Oh, well, with the charges they filed,

you will not be getting out for a very long time.

Assaulting a distinguished member

of the international business community,

kidnapping his daughter, extortion.

‐(cell door closes) ‐I'm sorry, Frank.

I would like to help you,

but if you continue with the same old story,

"I'm retired, living on a pension"‐‐

I need fresh, Frank.

I need new.

For once, I need the truth.

Okay.

They're smuggling people

from Asia through Marseille in containers.

‐You know this for fact? ‐The girl told me.

‐You believe her? ‐Yes.

In French we have a saying, "Never believe the cook."

‐She's not the cook. ‐Oh.

I suspected.

You know, Frank, no one is perfect.

‐So, you're saying you're gonna do nothing? ‐No, I'm saying

I'm going to start an investigation.

And in the meantime, the 400 people in the container could be dead already.

But what am I supposed to do?

‐There are laws. ‐Did it ever occur to you that sometimes

‐you have to make your own law? ‐Like you do?

At least with me, it doesn't take 12 months to get the job done.

Oh, yes, I know. That's what I admire about you, Frank.

All that army training, all that sneaking around‐‐

A man like you could probably resolve this case in, how long?

‐Twelve hours? ‐Less.

Less? Impressive.

You would be the perfect man for the job.

Yes, if I were out.

Yes, if you were out.

Anybody moves and I kill him.

(speaking French)

♪ I met him in the Bahamas I love that nigga persona ♪

♪ Smoke that nigga marijuana Get freaky, call me Madonna ♪

♪ Lay on the bed, he follow Bone him until tomorrow ♪

♪ Make him sing high soprano Ah ♪

♪ 54‐50‐50 Mr. Act‐super‐kinky ♪

♪ Baby, what you gonna get me Is it rings for my little pinkie ♪

♪ Money will multiply Before you run up inside ♪

♪ Make me all weak and tired, mm‐hmm ♪

If this is how you transport, I'm amazed you get any work at all.

FRANK: Come on. Give me a hand.

Maybe I should go with you?

Thanks, but, uh, I'm better alone.

That is a very small boat to fight a very big war.

Yep. But it's a good boat.

Frank, here. You'll need it.

Or maybe not.

(beeping)

(beeping continues)

The shipment's cleared. Here's the paperwork.

Take the highway all the way to the first exit‐‐ Lyon.

Go straight to the warehouse. We'll be right behind you just in case.

‐Lai, we are ready to go. ‐(speaking Chinese)

Lai, dear.

(Lai speaking Chinese)

(continues in Chinese)

I spent thousands of dollars for you to go to school and learn English.

‐The least you can do is speak it. ‐I hate you.

I'm still your father.

Get her out of here!

(groans)

Give me a minute.

(groans)

(groans)

Keep him alive.

(engine starts)

Let's go!

(tires screech)

No, don't!

Let's go!

(groans)

(groans)

(groaning)

(grunting)

‐(chuckles) ‐(groans)

(groans)

♪ Get ready, ready, ready to rock ♪

♪ Get ready, r‐r‐ready to rock ♪

(grunts)

(airplane approaches)

‐Good morning. ‐Good morning.

(coughs) I'm looking to do a little sightseeing.

‐This plane is not for tourists. ‐(chuckles)

I'm not a tourist.

‐Call this guy and tell him to meet me. ‐Sure.

Where?

Down there.

Here!

Careful!

(groans)

(tires squealing)

(screams)

Move up.

Now.

(groans)

(groans)

(horn honks)

Get closer!

‐Steady! ‐No, Dad, stop!

‐(speaking Chinese) ‐Get away!

(groans)

(groaning)

(groaning continues)

KWAI: Down!

Hands on your head.

Move!

Watch her. If she moves or I don't return, shoot her!

To the water.

‐I'm really not in the mood for a swim. ‐March!

So, how did a lowlife like you end up with my daughter?

I found her in a bag. Isn't that where you left her?

You know nothing. Move!

You got involved with the wrong girl, you dumb shit.

The delivery will be made.

My daughter will get over it. If I'm lucky, maybe she'll see the light.

Yeah, if she's lucky, maybe you'll get hit by a truck.

‐What do you know? ‐I know she'll never stop being who she is,

and she'll never be you or anything like you.

She'll come around, but you won't be here to see it.

‐LAI: No! ‐(gunshot)

I guess she won't be coming around after all.

‐KWAI: Turn around! ‐I'd rather see it coming.

Makes no difference to me.

(gunshot)

He was a bastard,

but he was still my father.

(sniffles)

INSPECTOR: Pretty impressive timing, Frank.

I guess I underestimated you.

(speaking Chinese)

♪ You saved my heart ♪

♪ You don't even know me ♪

♪ You saved my dream ♪

♪ You heard me scream ♪

♪ Whoa My lost soul ♪

♪ Was saved by a stranger ♪

♪ Who saved my life ♪

♪ You saved my life ♪ (echoing)

♪ Why did you do it? ♪

♪ What made you stop and turn around? ♪

♪ Do you even know the reason ♪

♪ Why you had to help me out? ♪

♪ Just when I knew it knew it, knew it ♪

♪ It was my time to sink or swim ♪

♪ You came along and pulled me out ♪

♪ Of all the trouble I was in ♪

♪ Why did you do it do it, do it? ♪

♪ Why did you risk your life for mine? ♪

♪ Who'd have done the same for you? ♪

♪ Who'd have saved you just in time? ♪

♪ You saved my heart ♪

♪ You don't even know me ♪

♪ You saved my dream ♪

♪ You heard me scream ♪

♪ Oh You saved my soul ♪

♪ Love that you have shown me ♪

♪ You saved my life ♪

♪ You saved my life ♪ (echoing)

♪ Where did you come from? ♪

♪ How did you know I was alone? ♪

♪ That I never stood a chance ♪

♪ To find a way out on my own ♪

♪ Who sent the message ♪

♪ That I was hanging by a thread? ♪

♪ By this very time tomorrow ♪

♪ They will leave me here for dead ♪

♪ Why did you do it? ♪

♪ Why did you risk your life for mine? ♪

♪ Would I have done the same for you? ♪

♪ Would I have saved you just in time? ♪

♪ You saved my heart ♪

♪ You don't even know me ♪

♪ You saved my dream ♪

♪ You heard me scream ♪

♪ Whoa My lost soul ♪

♪ Was saved by a stranger ♪

♪ Who saved my life ♪

♪ You saved my life ♪

‐♪ Saved my life ♪ ‐♪ Saved my life ♪

‐♪ Saved my heart ♪ ‐♪ Saved my heart ♪

♪ And you don't even know me ♪

(vocalizing)

‐♪ Saved my soul ♪ ‐♪ Saved my soul ♪

‐♪ Saved my dream ♪ ‐♪ Saved my dream ♪

♪ Saved my life ♪

(vocalizing)

♪ You saved my heart ♪

♪ You don't even know me ♪

♪ You saved my dream ♪

♪ You heard me scream ♪

♪ Whoa My lost soul ♪

♪ Was saved by a stranger ♪

♪ Who saved my life ♪

♪ You saved my life ♪

♪ You saved my heart ♪

♪ You don't even know me ♪

♪ You saved my dream ♪

♪ You heard me scream ♪

♪ Whoa My lost soul ♪

♪ Was saved by a stranger ♪

♪ You saved my life ♪

♪ You saved my life ♪ (echoes)