Transporter 2 Page #3

- Hello.

- Mr. And Mrs. Billings! They're coming!

- Hide, everyone. Hide!

- Yes.

- Good morning, Mr. Driver.

- Who is this?

- Look in your rear-view mirror and you'll see.

I know what you're thinking.

Bulletproof glass.

So tell me, in your experience - which judging

from the performance you put on in the office

goes way beyond driving children to school -

does bulletproof glass stop

a 7.62 armor-piercing round?

Frank, why have you stopped the car?

Don't look,

they are triangulated over 300 feet away.

Frank, pick up.

You screwed up my plan.

I am going to tell you how to set things right.

Someone is going to appear in a few seconds.

Let her in.

Driver.

Good boy. Good boy.

Hi.

Leave it on.

Personally, I hate kids. I don't know

what your feelings are on the subject,

but if you ever want to have any, make

no moves but the moves I tell you to make.

You're in her hands now. They can be gentle

hands, but they can be the hands from hell.

- Trust me on this one.

- Trust him on this one.

Now, drive.

Make a left.

I said left.

Listen, we keep doing this your way,

they're gonna catch us.

- Do this my way, no one gets hurt.

- Where's the fun in that?

Let's save the fun for later.

Hey!

Not bad.

Didn't your mother

teach you to say thank you?

She tried, and failed miserably.

- I think we lost them.

- Think again.

Thought complete. Let's go.

You can't find him? He's one man in one car.

He's a chauffeur, for chrissakes.

Not exactly, sir.

There's a possibility he was in on it.

- That's impossible.

- How would you know?

He could have been setting this up the

whole time, and you wouldn't have known.

- And you are an expert on knowing people.

- His background.

He's ex-Special Forces. Headed a commando

unit. Specialized in search and destroy.

Been in and out of Lebanon, Syria, Sudan.

The man is a hunter.

I don't care what his skills are

or where he's from.

This is not a war zone,

this is an American city!

Where's my son?

Last stop. All out.

You're quite a guy.

Another time, another place -

you and me, baby,

the pleasure we could have.

Beauty.

Frank.

Frank!

Frank!

Not what you expected when you reported

for work this morning, is it, Frank? No?

Is that what passes for wit in this circle?

In this circle, my friend,

wit is not a requirement of the job.

Brutality, yes.

An ability to inflict pain, absolutely.

A certain psychotic, moral ignorance,

blind obedience, all required.

- But not wit. How was it?

- Fun.

Only the beginning, my love.

- What's this all about?

- A timely question.

Max.

Pardon me.

- Hello.

- Put me on the speaker.

In the next two hours,

you'll get five million dollars in $100 bills.

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