Go, go! Move it, move it!
Let's go.
- Let's go!
- There's four of you.
- You can count. I'm impressed. 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
won't make it 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
won't allow us to outmaneuver
any police that might be chasing us,
which means, if there is a chase,
we lose our advantage,
increasing the chance of getting caught.
I don't want to get caught.
You don't want to get caught.
Drive the car or catch a bullet to the brains!
- Then who drives?
- Shoot this asshole! I 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.
Look out! Get out of the way!
Wrong way!
Stop, Marcel, stop!
Move away!
Yes!
Go, go, go!
Oh, merde.
Shit.
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!
- What are you thinking?
Go! Go! Go!
Do it! Now!
Your gun, please.
Police! Stop! Stop! Police!
- 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!
Where's your yellow card?
I must've left it back in Nam, at the base.
They all say that. Left it in Nam on the base.
Let me show you what we do
to people who forget it.
Oh, no, please let go of me.
You gotta be punished for this.
It's a fate far worse than death.
Oh, hell. What could be
a fate worse than death?
The Argentinean government commits
to meeting the IMF's target this year.
Yesterday in Nice, four men robbed
the Alliance Investment Corporation.
One man died on the sidewalk. The
others were apprehended this morning
when they took a wrong turn
on a one-way street in Avignon
and ran into a taxicab.
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. In other news...
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 humor
for a foreigner.
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?
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 license 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 very expensive suits,
and young, pretty girls with
big jewelry 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'm a little boy,
military people have 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 need a transporter.
- I'm listening.
- One bag, that's it.
- Dimensions?
- Be specific.
- One meter 50 by a half meter.
- 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 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,
I'm not responsible. I'll leave the package.
Once we make a deal, it 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.
Hi.
Don't move. I won't hurt you, I'll
just make a hole so you can drink.
Please. Please, come on.
Come on. Drink.
Slowly.
OK, OK, 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?
OK.
I'm gonna take my knife out, so don't
scream, OK? It's to cut you free.
You don't need your mouth to pee.
You have one minute.
Breaking the rules, Frank.
Not good to break the rules.
Seven.
Two. Time's up.
Don't make me drag you out.
Shit!
No, please! No.
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.
- 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?
- No, no.
- 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...
Oh, right. I forgot. Rule two.
I like him.
What the f?
Where is he?
You're like dogshit. You're everywhere.
Yeah. I know you wanna pee.
All you wanna do is pee.
Useless piece of shit!
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 Jap...
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 appetit.
- Where are you going?
- To bed.
Can't think straight when I'm tired.
Good night's sleep, I see things better.
- Can I leave?
- Be my guest.
Hey. Are you comfortable?
- Boss...
- Sh. 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.
Yeah.
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, 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. Sit.
- Madeleine?
- Homemade?
Yes. I'll bring some more.
My mother made 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?
- No.
- It's fantastic. Memory like a steel trap.
He would've been a great cop.
Real determined.
- Milk?
- Please, milk.
Thank you.
I used to have a memory like Proust,
like a filing cabinet up there.
I'd see something and remember it like that.
Like license plates. I could 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.
- Ah, memories.
- So? Where's the rest of the car?
- I was hoping you could tell me.
- It was stolen.
- Stolen?
I went to Frejus to pick up a few things.
- When I came out of the market, it was...
- Gone. Did you report it?
It was the first on my list
of things to do today.
It's a long walk from Frejus.
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.
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 anytime.
- Would you mind walking me?
- No.
You have always been very quiet
about your business. I appreciate that.
This business at the rest stop,
it's not very quiet.
Would you 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.
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 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!
No, don't stay there!
Give me your hand!
Come on!
Come on, get in!
Get in!
Lai, look, hang on. Do you wanna die? Get in!
Calm down, OK? Don't worry. You OK?
- Stay here. I'll be right back.
- No. Wait! Wait!
Put it on.
You OK? Sure? OK, 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.
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 one more time? After I left...
We walked on the beach, had a swim.
- Where?
- Past the point.
- Anyone else swimming?
- 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?
- We came back to the house, found it on fire.
- Just like that? On fire?
- Yes.
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've had the facts
of 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.
- Commissaire?
- 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 always complain,
except when we make love.
Then you say nothing.
Hello. See?
- So, where will you be staying?
- I don't know.
Well, my cousin has a small hotel.
- Thanks, but we'll manage.
- Without money? It will be hard.
Here. It's not much,
but at least you won't go hungry.
Thank you.
- Where are you 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.
- 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.
Yourjob was to save people.
- Past tense.
- What does that mean?
I got tired of seeing
my best efforts turned into bullshit
by the same people who pay me to do the job.
- No one cared.
- This time, I care.
Thank you.
- Bonjour.
- Bonjour.
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 anotherjob?
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?
- 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...
- Lai, give me the gun.
I don't know what you're talking about.
Five... four... three... two...
One. Shoot.
Lai.
- Liar?
- 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.
- No!
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.
- Kill him!
- No!
- The police are coming.
- What now?
Take her.
Send in Leo. I need him
to wrap something up.
There were 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
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,
- 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 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.
OK. They're smuggling people, from Asia,
through Marseilles, in containers.
- You know this for a 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.
- No one is perfect.
- You're saying you'll do nothing.
I'm saying I'm going to start an investigation.
But what am I supposed to do?
There are laws.
- Sometimes you make your own law.
- Like you do?
It doesn't take me 12 months to do the job.
Oh, yes, 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 on, 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.
Yeah. 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.
OK, 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!
No, don't!
Let's go!
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.
Sure. Where?
Down there.
Here!
Move up.
Now.
Get closer.
- Steady.
- No, Dad, no!
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 dumbshit.
The delivery will be made,
my daughter will get over it.
If I'm lucky, maybe she'll see the light.
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.
No!
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.