The Transporter Refueled Page #4

Out of the car. All of you. Now.

No one is getting out of the car,

a**hole. Now drive.

You think this is the first time

someone's held a gun to my head?

No, I don't.

But it's gonna be the first time

someone uses it.

Oh, she's a charmer.

Anna, there's a cop.

Okay, we don't have time

to talk about this anymore.

Just show it to him already.

Show me what?

No good deed goes unpunished.

Don't mess this up.

Monaco Police.

Vehicle documents, please.

Window!

What is it gonna be, Frank?

Lower the window.

Get out of the vehicle!

Seatbelts, now.

Get my father back on the phone.

I want to talk to him now.

You'll be able to talk to him all you

want as soon as the job is done.

Whoo!

This is a good time to lose them, Frank.

I'm doing my best.

So what's with all the getups?

Questions again?

- What about your rules?

- I don't ask names.

But when someone kidnaps

my father, I ask questions.

I guess you're as good

as advertised, Frank.

Thanks.

All units... Code 3

black Audi S8 in the tunnel.

Copy!

Look, you'll be delivered as promised,

but if anything happens to my dad...

Stay focused, honey.

Your father will be fine.

What's that?

More company.

Watch out.

You weren't kidding.

Kidding's not really my thing.

- Okay, let's go.

- What are we doing?

We need to change cars. Come on.

Let's go.

Are we going to leave the car

with all the evidence?

Not really.

It's really quite strange,

to tell you the truth.

The Mediterranean Bank has been

robbed before, but never like this.

Let me show you.

You'll see a woman right there.

She said she was Elena Turgin,

wife of one Stanislav Turgin.

Had a passport and his safety

deposit box's keys to prove as much.

That's not Elena Turgin.

Yes.

And while I didn't know

that at the time,

I refused to allow

her access nonetheless.

As only Mr. Turgin is authorized.

But as you will see, I was coerced.

First girl took my keys.

With both sets, she could open

the security box by herself.

There was nothing

I could do to stop her.

And who was on the security post?

Hmm.

Voila.

They all look exactly the same.

You cannot tell them apart.

There's one more thing.

Getaway driver.

He picked the one girl up,

and then waited for the two others

to arrive moments later.

The police found the car,

what was left of it.

It was set fire to,

but they were already gone.

Of course they were.

Oh. Excuse me.

Yes? I'll be right there.

An inspector from Nice.

If you'll wait for me just a minute,

I'll be right back.

What do you think?

They're either our girls,

or someone who's trying to pass

themselves off as our girls.

I will do an inventory and check

with the competition.

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