The Transporter

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 a**hole! 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.

Sh*t.

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.

Sh*t!

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