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Go, Go, Go! Move it.

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.

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 allotted.

- We'll stop for more gas. - Every stop we make exposes us.

Every exposure increases the risk of getting caught.

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

will not give us the ability to outmanoeuvre 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 or you're gonna catch a bullet to the brains.

- Then who's going to drive? - Shoot this asshole. I'll drive.

Not without the ignition code you won't.

Three men, 254 kilos. That was the deal.

- Three men. 254 kilos. - Seat belts.

See what I mean about the shocks?

Now it's time.

Wrong way.

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

- Take us to the drop point. - Not yet.

The cops! What are you doing? Don't stop now. Do something.

- Come on. Do something. - What are you thinking?

Your gun, please.

Police. Stop!

- 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.

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 taxi cab.

The police said, were it not for the poor driving, the 20 million euros in bearer bonds

would have been cashed and gone by this afternoon.

I always say, the way a man treats his car is how he treats himself.

I'd say that's probably true, Inspector.

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

Like the French. Sly wit.

Just the right amount of flavour. Been out driving?

Till they pass a law says I can't. Want to come in for a coffee?

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

- 88 to be exact. - That's a lot of stops.

A lot of 1999 black BMW 735s

with 0-6 in the licence plates to check out.

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 big jewellery and too much makeup.

Very... Mafia.

There was a robbery. A getaway.

Some very fancy driving.

Was someone in a 1999 black BMW 735?

With 0-6 in the plates.

- Have you 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, ever since I was a little boy, military people have always intrigued me.

- I'm ex-military. - I am an ex-little boy.

Sure you don't have time for a coffee?

Everything's 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.

- Hugo gave me your number. - Be brief.

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

- One bag, that's it. - Dimensions?

- Be specific. - 1.5m by a half metre.

- Weight. - 50 kilos, not more.

- Destination? - 24, rue de Luxembourg.

- You're delivering to Mr... - Rule two: no names.

- Time of pickup? - Seven in the morning, at the front door.

A package. 150 by 50, 50 kilos, 250 kilometres.

Travelling 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 cannot be changed or renegotiated.

- Another rule? - That's rule number one.

Do we have a deal?

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

Flat.

Don't move. I'm not gonna hurt you. I'll just make a little hole so you can drink.

Please, come on.

Come on. Drink.

Slowly.

That's enough.

Good girl.

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

I have to pee.

You want me to do it in your car?

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

You don't need your mouth to pee.

You have one minute.

Fifty-five, fifty-four,

fifty-three, fifty-two...

Breaking the rules, Frank. Not good to break the rules.

Fifteen.

Seven.

Two.

Time's up.

Don't make me drag you out.

Shit!

No. Please.

Rule three: never look in the package.

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

See what comes of breaking the rules?

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

Nothin' serious?

Nothin' serious.

- Did you open the package? - Rule three: never open the package.

I like that. Rules.

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

You're a foreigner, right? Nice little thing you've got going for yourself.

High class. Good reputation.

- I didn't get your name. - Rule two: no names.

Of course.

You don't count it.

Why? Should I?

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?

Weight?

- Maybe a kilo. - Destination?

Grenoble. 306, rue de Lac. A Mr...

Right, I forgot. Rule two.

I like him.

What the f...?

Where is he?

You're like dogshit. You're everywhere.

I know you wanna pee. All you wanna do is pee.

I ask the questions, you answer them. 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 them. Nothing more, nothing less.

You wanna try again?

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

Very deep shit. Those guys... Sorry. I won't say any...

Bon appétit.

- Where are you going? - To bed.

Can't think straight when I'm tired. Good night's sleep, I always see things better.

- Can I leave? - Be my guest.

Are you comfortable?

- Boss... - Save your strength.

Just tell me: who did this?

- The transporter. - The transporter's dead.

He's not.

You believe me?

I believe you.

And the police, they were here?

- You told 'em nothing, right? - Right.

Of course.

You couldn't talk.

Let's keep it that way.

I picked them from the garden outside. I hope you don't mind.

I didn't know if you like coffee or tea, so I made both.

I hope you like madeleines.

Try one.

Careful. It's hot.

Good?

Let me.

- I like it quiet in the morning. - Yes. Quiet in the morning. Me too.

I'm the same way. I like very quiet.

Sorry.

Are you looking for milk?

- There's milk at the door. - Stay. I'll go.

- And you are? - The new cook.

Is Monsieur Frank in?

- Is your invitation for coffee still open? - Sure. Please, sit.

- Madeleine? - Home-made?

I'll bring some more.

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?

It's fantastic. Memory like a steel trap.

He would've been a great cop. Real determined.

Milk?

I used to have a memory like Proust, like a filing cabinet.

I'd see something and remember it like that.

Like licence plates. I'd see a plate and it was printed in my head.

Now I need all the help I can get remembering whose plate goes with whose car.

Like this one.

- That's mine. - Memories.

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

It was stolen. I went to Fréjus to pick up a few things.

- When I came out of the market, it was... - Gone. Did you report it?

It was 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 a dark road.

He had a kind face.

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

May I see it?

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 you should work out very well for Monsieur Frank, Mademoiselle.

Work out for both of us.

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 you wouldn't know anything about that?

- No. - Sorry to interrupt.

- Thank you for the coffee and the memories. - Come back any time.

Would you mind walking me?

You have always been very quiet about your business. I appreciate that.

But this business at the rest stop, it's not very quiet.

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

If I had one, I would.

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

that you 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 and screwed it all up.

Everything she touched broke and every move she made became a catastrophe.

OK, 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.

Not this quiet.

- You OK? - No.

Good. Let's go.

Go, go, go!

Don't stay there.

Give me your hand.

Get in.

Do you wanna die? Get in.

Calm down.

Don't worry. You OK?

- Stay here. I'll be right back. - No. Wait.

Put it on.

You OK? Sure?

Let's go.

Frank? Is this your house?

Yeah, I guess.

I should mind my own goddamn business.

Simple rule, simple little rule.

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

"Don't open the package."

Nothin' but trouble, you open the goddamn package.

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

- 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 one more time? After I left...

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

- Where again? - Past the point.

- Anyone else swimming at that time? - No. Did you see anybody else swimming?

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? - We came back to the house, found it on fire.

Just like that? On fire?

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

Maybe they had the wrong house.

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've known who I am and who I was for years.

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

I left the past behind when I moved here.

A past like yours you never leave behind.

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

- What are you doing? - Computers know everything.

- You just need a password. - Are you nuts? We're in a police station.

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

Hello. See?

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

My cousin has a small hotel.

- Thanks, but we'll manage. - Without money? It will be hard.

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

Thank you.

- Where are you going? - To see that guy.

Good luck.

You're not coming?

- 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.

Some advice: I don't know what you're into, but whoever wanted you dead thinks you are.

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 set me up to get involved.

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?

I got tired of seeing my best efforts get turned into bullshit by the same people who pay me.

- No one cared. - This time, I care.

Thank you.

No phone calls for half an hour?

Hello. Surprise.

Sit.

Put your hands where I can see 'em.

Before we get to the heart of the matter, I have a question: why'd you try to kill me?

You lied to me. You opened the package.

You broke the rules, your rules.

Did you expect me to 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.

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

- Lai's the perfect name for her. - Mr Kwai's on the way up.

Your father's here. He'll get a kick out of this.

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

There are 400 people in that container.

- Stay where you are. - She's a real heartbreaker, isn't she?

Ten seconds, two choices. The information, or your brains on the desk.

Now tell me I'm lying. Nine, eight...

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

...five, four, three, two...

One. Shoot.

Would I kill my own daughter, Lai?

Come on now. Put it down.

We'll talk.

She thinks we're smuggling people in containers.

- Where do you get these ideas? - Stay away.

- Could you kill your own father? - Please, I am 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.

I know he's innocent. 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.

Kill him.

- The police are on the way up. - What now?

Take her.

Send in Leo. I need him to wrap something up.

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

Only 395 made it here alive.

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

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

Luckily my security got the drop on him.

I want to press charges: kidnapping, extortion, assault.

I know this man.

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 at my office for your statements.

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

The doctor said you'll have a headache for a few days, then you'll 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. - The charges are 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...

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.

They're smuggling people, from Asia, through Marseilles, in containers.

- You know this for a fact? - The girl told me.

You believe her?

In French, we have a saying: never believe the cook.

- She's not the cook. - I suspected.

- You know, Frank. No one is perfect. - You're saying you'll do nothing.

I'm saying I'm going to start an investigation.

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

What am I supposed to do? There are laws.

- Sometimes you have to make your own law. - Like you do?

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

I know. That's what I admire about you.

All that army training, all that sneaking around...

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

- 12 hours? - Less.

Less? Impressive.

You'd be the perfect man for the job.

- Yes. If I were out. - Yes. If you were out.

Anybody moves and I kill him.

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

Come give me a hand.

Maybe I should go with you?

Thanks, but I'm better alone.

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

- But it's a good boat. - Frank, here.

You'll need it.

Or maybe not.

Shipment is 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.

We are ready to go.

Lai, dear...

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.

Give me a minute.

Keep him alive.

Let's go.

Don't.

Bitch.

Good morning. You lost?

- I'm lookin' to do a little sightseeing. - This plane is not for tourists.

I'm not a tourist.

Call this guy and tell him to meet me.

Where?

Down there.

Here.

Move up.

Now.

Get closer.

Steady.

Get away.

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?

- Found her in a bag, 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? - She'll never stop being who she is.

She'll never be you or anything like you.

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

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

- Turn around. - I'd rather see it coming.

Makes no difference to me.

He was a bastard, but he was still my father.

Pretty impressive timing, Frank.

I guess I underestimated you.