The Transporter Page #3

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!

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