Transporter 2 Page #4

Put them in a waterproof suitcase,

go to the Bayfront Park - personally.

There will be a blue Chrysler parked there.

Place the suitcase in the trunk, and leave.

I don't know if I can get

five million dollars in two hours.

I read the newspapers. When you were

appointed to your current position,

your net worth exceeded 100 million dollars,

so you won't even feel the bite.

What guarantee do I have

that you won't harm my son?

"Guarantee"? Mr. Billings,

I am not a car dealer.

Don't let the charming accent

and my impeccable syntax mislead you.

I live in the jungle, and in the jungle

you either eat or be eaten.

But, in the spirit of business,

here is the guarantee.

Ten minutes past the deadline,

if the money doesn't arrive, I send a finger.

Sounds like we have a deal.

You have a deal.

Could we please speak to our son?

Mommy! Mommy!

You have two hours, Mr. Billings.

Starting now.

- Just get my son!

- All right. All right.

Frank, you promised

you wouldn't let anybody hurt me!

- You promised!

- Never make promises you can't keep.

I don't. It's one of my rules.

Wow.

Bravo. A man who leads his life by rules.

In my world rules are meant to be broken.

- Not mine.

- You're gonna have to make an exception.

Go.

Prego.

- Go.

- Hey, driver!

No, no, wait, wait.

A little distance between us isn't a bad thing.

Andiamo!

Now.

Hold on. The signal.

- Hello.

- It's me.

- You son of a b*tch.

- Look, I had nothing to do with this.

- One scratch on his head...

- Let me speak to who's in charge.

- This is US Marshal Stappleton.

- Act fast. There are three boats.

- Tell us where you are.

- Get a plane. They're heading north.

- Tell me where you are.

- Just tell us where you are!

Hello, Frank?

Got it.

- All.

- Tarconi, it's me. Get out of the house.

- I was just putting the Madeleines...

- Forget the Madeleines, just get out.

- And go where?

- Anywhere. Go to the beach.

Oh, the beach. The famous Miami Beach.

Oh, my dream.

I would love to go to the beach.

Maybe not.

- Freeze! Who the f*** are you?

- I'm the cook.

Oh. This is a mistake. A terrible mistake.

Why we can't all just get along, you know?

- Hello.

- It's Frank. Pretend it's someone else.

Hi, Susan.

No, I'm just here at home.

I didn't do it, Audrey.

She had a gun on Jack. I had no choice.

Yeah, I saw that. What do you know?

- It's more than a kidnapping.

- They asked for a ransom.

The doctors, they were fake. They were trying

to give Jack a shot. When I interrupted them...

I promised Jack I wouldn't let anyone

hurt him. I'm not gonna break that promise.

- Frank.

- I'll call you back.

Audrey.

- Is everything all right?

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