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[buzzing]

[buzzing]

[phone] The cat prefers blue pajamas.

[phone repeats in French]

[man repeats in French]

[buzzing]

[phone] The cat eats pizza on the bus.

[phone repeats in French]

[man repeats in French]

[buzzing]

[notification signal]

[cell phone rings]

[man] G'day, Hank. Has my favorite runner finished brekkie?

Because it's go time.

I'll be clocking in in an hour, Iggy. I have an appointment at seven.

Oh, yeah, right.

Once you're done, I need my big American war hero in top form.

We've got a couple of tricky clients this morning, mate,

so I need you at the top of your game. No excuses.

- Hey! - There's a lot of lifting to do

- and you're my number one money maker. - I got it, Iggy. Clear.

I'm leaving after the appointment. Not a second early.

[call closed signal]

Very good, John. Thanks for sharing.

Ladies and gentlemen,

Today we have someone who has just celebrated a year without alcohol.

Our resident, Yank.

- [man] Congratulations, Hank. - Thank you.

[man] Great job, buddy.

[cell phone rings]

- [Hank] Go, Iggy. - Meeting over?

- Yes. - Great.

- Shall we get the ball rolling? - Hello.

The first delivery?

I really think it's right up your alley.

A key minister who is expected to vote in the council today

on a crucial government decision, he seems to have disappeared into thin air.

But a man of mine, Detective Manoa,

he tracked him down in one of those hotels with lots of beautiful little stars.

Cops on the payroll, huh? You're in the big leagues, Iggy.

Why don't you ask your little friend Manoa to take care of it?

But why does the government want to cover this up? Oh, and, Hank?

- [woman laughs] - You have green light

to do whatever it takes.

- I'm done with certain methods. - Oh, really?

I have a piece of paper where it expressly says that the Prime Minister authorizes

to kick his ass if necessary.

I have to go.

["Spirit in the Sky" di Norman Greenbaum]

[Russian man]

Come on. Come on, come on, come on, let's go, stand up.

Eh?

I am sorry.

String name.

Force.

Let's go.

[Iggy] The next one is about a High Tech bigwig's dick.

- I don't understand. - That's what it says. Do what it tells you.

Bird, Iggy? Did you say bird?

Here it is. Give it to my bitch of an ex-wife.

It happened to her with the divorce. Watch out for the bitch, she's a bitch!

- Becca? - Ok, I was thinking,

- so excuse me, but I have to... - Hey!

- Doesn't Animal Control handle it? - It's a Queen Bavarian conure.

I mean, what is it? I'm no expert.

It is a bird that is at risk of disappearing.

Do you mean it's illegal?

I'm saying it's worth a fortune.

[screaming] Or I'd give her this fucking parrot...

- Or the Bentley. Bye, buddy. - But...

Namaste.

Namaste.

Ok.

- [woman] What do you want? - Ah... I have his parakeet here.

Tell Daryl I don't want that bird, I want the Bentley!

I'm not giving you the Bentley!

I don't want your cock!

- Can I... - I know, I had to get in line, bitch!

I wouldn't touch you, even if I were the last person in the world!

Oh, yeah? I'd rather have a porcupine than you!

- Stick that bird up your ass! - Tell me what to do with the parrot!

- Kill him! - Keep him!

[garrito]

[dial tone]

- Hi, Hank. - Hi, Mon.

What's happening?

Oh, I just wanted to...

I called you to tell you...

that I received the coin for a sober year.

And I just wanted to...

I wanted to tell you.

Oh.

Well, that's... That's good news, Hank.

You've worked hard for this goal.

Yes, um...

- [baby crying] - Honey! Come here...

Come to mommy.

- [baby crying] - Shhh...

- Good boy... - How are you?

Well, except for the sleepless nights.

I don't remember it ever being like this for the two of us with Isabel.

She was always like this...

- Are you calm? - Yes.

- [door opens] - Listen, Josh is back.

I have to go. Congratulations, Hank, I'm...

- I'm happy for you. - [call closed signal]

[Hank snorts]

[cell phone rings]

- [call signal accepted] - Iggy, would you let me eat in peace?

Sorry, friend, I've got a matter on my hands that needs to be taken care of quickly

and that will bring in a lot of money, so I'd get my ass moving.

It should be a walk in the park anyway.

- Go on, I'm listening. - Okay.

As we speak, there is a private jet arriving in Brisbane from Honolulu,

with an extremely delicate medical package on board.

What you have to do is go and get it at three o'clock sharp.

Not a second later, Hank, and from there you go straight to Albany Creek.

- What do you mean by medical package? - [chirping]

["Long Cool Woman in a Black Dress" degli Hollies]

[man] No, wait, you're making a stopover on one of the most beautiful coasts ever.

- And you don't have any plans? - No, actually.

Absurd! Listen, I realize the ink is still wet.

And divorce may now seem like an end, but you must instead see it as a beginning.

Audrey, believe me, I've got three under my belt. You're going to love it!

- I promise. But you have to go out there! - I don't know, Ben.

Room Service and early bedtime I find them more than perfect now.

No, I can't let you do that.

It sounds like a defeat. I want a victory for you.

Hey, you know what? Once this delivery is made,

I'm flying back to Brisbane and we're going out together.

Weren't you supposed to see the Great Barrier Reef?

I've seen it before. And to help those struggling, you have to have flexible plans.

[they laugh]

And there's a wonderful seafood restaurant

who has these little Angasi oysters that are divine

and pair with a Tasmanian Chardonnay

that you feel like you're blind after you drink it.

- Wow, you're a gourmet! - Not a gourmet, I'm a bon vivant.

Quite a difference.

What do you say, then?

Ok. That's it.

Yes! That's right! Perfect!

See you on the way back. And listen...

a mother and her daughter say thank you to all of you.

- We're the heroes today. Hey there! - [Man] Hello, welcome to Brisbane.

How are you? Thanks, it's nice to be here.

Let's begin!

[woman] So, to sum up, she doesn't live in the air,

in the sea or on land, but can travel through all three.

And are you sure it's not...

- a flying monkey with gills? - I'm sure.

It does have wings, though.

How big?

[woman gasps]

Wow!

Mom, I'm tired.

Yes sweetie.

Rest now, yeah?

Kate... Can I talk to you?

So, I got a call from Kuakini Medical Center in Honolulu.

I didn't want to tell her anything until I was sure,

but now I am.

We have a compatibility.

The liver was supposed to arrive directly here at the Gold Coast,

but the flight was diverted to Brisbane, where a private courier,

of which they guaranteed me the maximum reliability,

he will pick it up and bring it to us.

[phone] Imagine your throat is a garbage disposal.

And now say: "Rouge."

[marking the "R"] Rouge, rouge...

["Go go" by Charlie Nguyen Kim and Jason Wyatt]

[Ben] Hank?

You're Hank, right? I knew it.

Typical closet man name.

Here we go. How are we doing? Ben Bishop.

- I see you're ready. - Of course.

I'll take care of it, Mr. Bishop.

Call me Ben. Mr. Bishop was my father.

Okay. Can I have it?

- But it's me. - What is he talking about?

You deliver me and I deliver this thing.

This is a state of the art system

for the preservation of the organ at controlled temperatures.

Brother, this is not a FedEx package.

So today you're basically the courier who delivers the courier. Is that clear?

- Not really. - Okay, faster than a quickie.

You have one of those smart-things with you, right?

We set an alert halfway through the scheduled time

and one towards the end. Halfway we call the hospital

and we inform them that we will be there at five o'clock sharp.

And we'll take the pressure off everyone a little.

The only one who has it in the stars is her.

- Probably. - Yes.

- It happens to me when I'm excited. - We'll be there in 15 minutes.

Fifteen minutes to Gold Coast Hospital?

- No, I was told Albany Creek. - No. What...

Okay, thank God I'm here. Let me be clear, I'm not mad at you.

But it happens that people start playing with their phones.

One says Beverly Boulevard, the other says Beverly Drive...

- No, I was told... - and everything gets messed up. It's simple.

- Albany Creek. - Gold Coast Hospital.

Let me do my job, so you do yours.

So, do you want me in front or behind?

You want me behind you, right? So I don't invade your space.

Okay. But, hey, don't be surprised.

If you then come and ask me to sit in the dead man's place.

I won't do it anyway, because I can see myself much better from behind.

[Hank snorts]

Uhm... Hank?

- You already have a passenger back here. - [chirps]

- It's a long story. - I bet.

Well, I love long stories.

HI!

Why is five the magic number?

Well, actually, 5:45 is the magic number,

but I said five just to have a little breathing space.

You see, organs have a survival window.

And since we're coming from Honolulu,

we're already a little behind schedule, but everything's ok.

[Hank] What happens after 5:45?

After 5:45, the chances of the body accepting the organ are...

Well, it's more complicated.

Hey, does it ever happen to you that you are at such a level of tiredness

that you get kind of overexcited? That's how I am now.

You're not much of a talker, are you?

No.

This will be a small problem.

Yes, no, because I... I can't help but talk.

Why don't we do it like this?

I'm holding back, I'm lowering the level a little,

You raise it a little and we'll meet in the middle. How does that sound?

- I don't mean to be rude... - My first ex-wife

he said that you can divide the world into two different groups.

Group one: You swallow Ben Bishop's lyrics like Kool Aid.

Glu, glu, glu... And then, that other one?

Too much sugar. Yeah, you start feeling sick.

You probably belong to group number two.

It's a bit early to tell, but that's okay.

This is where the ex ended the conversation.

- Guess what? I'll win you over. - [cell phone rings]

- Listen, Mr. Bishop... - Call from Iggy.

- Yes? - [Iggy] Update me.

- I picked up both. - Both?

- Yeah, the doctor too, Ben Bishop. - Who the fuck is Ben Bishop, Hank?

You just had to pick up a package.

- He's the package. - Complete package.

He brings the organ, I bring him.

You organized it, I don't have to explain it to you.

Okay, fine. Um... Where are you now?

- I told you, I'm on my way. - No, specifically, Hank.

- Where are you specifically? - In the CLEM7 gallery.

CLEM7? What are you doing in CLEM7?

- You should be on the M1! - Hey, calm down.

The address you gave me is wrong. Okay? Let's go to Gold Coast Hospital.

- We're headed there. What's the problem? - Go to the fucking address I gave you.

- And enough with the bullshit! - Hey! Hey, Iggy!

The complete package speaks.

With all due respect, I'm in charge here today, okay?

The address isn't in question. Yours was incorrect and we've corrected it.

- Problem solved, got it? - Um... Okay, listen, I have to go.

Just keep your phone close, Hank. You've got a lucky dick in that car.

Sorry, what did you say?

Well, that Iggy of yours is a hot-tempered little guy.

Change of plan. We have to go.

Ok, so far so good, which allows us to take a step back

and hear the story of the bird, since we have all the time in the world.

Do you mind if I eat first?

- It's better to talk on a full stomach. - Yes, I agree too.

What sandwich do you have on hand?

- Croque-monsieur. - Oh, a French sandwich!

And you're learning French, which is unusual.

Are you a Francophile by any chance?

- How do you know I'm studying French? - That app on your phone.

- Peekaboo! - Ma tu...

Hey, did you hear that?

I mean, he knows... He can talk!

Did you teach him to talk? Huh?

- Say it again. Peekaboo! - Peekaboo!

The best day of my life!

We could make some money off him. Does he have a name?

- Let's call him Spirit. Spirit, again! - Peekaboo!

- Do you want to stop back there? - Okay, okay.

Okay. Spirit, come on, behave.

[Ben] Okay, uncle says enough playing.

[Ben] Brisbane.

Very nice.

With the river running through the middle.

Okay, you haven't answered the question yet. So, are you a Francophile?

- Why do you keep asking me? - I mean, you're studying French,

which is unusual in itself, considering you're in Australia.

You feel a little like Napoleon, right? A giant-sized Napoleon.

Does the little girl in the parasol have anything to do with this?

That's enough, Mr. Bishop.

- Ben. Call me Ben. - No, no! Mr. Bishop!

I don't know her, okay? And to be completely honest...

Oh, fuck!

What happens?

I'll ask you a question.

How much is one of those worth on the black market?

- Why are you asking me something like that? - Answer, please.

Well, if you're that desperate

and do you have the money for this particular liver?

- A million, maybe. - A million?

Well, well, it's...

Donor and recipient have the rarest blood type on the planet,

RH null, also known as "golden blood".

If there are 50 or 60 people in the world walking around with that blood,

it's priceless.

But, Hank, I don't like this conversation very much.

Where are you going with this?

Ok.

Do you know how the donor died?

- No. And I repeat: where do you want to go... - Answer.

This...

I can look online, on the Godspeed database.

What's up?

Homocide.

Don't turn around now and stay calm.

Why?

[Hank] I think whoever killed that guy is following us now.

- What are you talking about? - I want you to listen to me, Ben.

- Do what I say. - No, sorry...

Take your phone, use the video camera, flip the lens.

When the car behind us approaches, take a picture of the license plate.

- Is everything clear? - But...

I'll take a detour to the center.

Okay, it's behind us.

I see it.

Did you see this? There's a second car,

- right behind us. - Calm down. I saw her.

Okay, it didn't turn. It's just one.

[man] Hey, what's your head telling you, may I ask?

I'm talking to you, you beautiful mother! What the fuck are you doing?

- You can't stop there! Get the van out of the way! - Hank, what are we going to do?

- Take that picture. - [Man] You're blocking traffic!

I have it.

Well.

[man] Hey, idiot!

My heartbeat has skyrocketed.

Jet lag has disappeared. I'm more than awake.

Apparently, fear works wonders for jet lag.

Cow!

What do we do now?

Stay calm.

Do you see what I see?

[Hank] Yes, I see them.

Guns! They have guns!

[Hank] Take it easy.

- Are you calm down? - Exactly.

That's what they say when everything's about to go to hell!

Actually, it means "pray." Actually, it means "we're screwed"!

It's not that I feel very calm with death waiting there and here too.

[Hank] Ben.

Keep your hand on the container.

- And hold the cage if you can. - What?

- Wow, wow, wow! - Peekaboo!

Let's go, let's go!

- Hey, Julie. - Tell me, Kate.

I don't remember when they're supposed to call back.

The doctor says the courier will call back when he's halfway there.

And how much longer is left now?

I've looked at my phone so many times I don't know what I'm looking at anymore.

We're waiting, Kate, okay?

I'm sorry. But we'll let you know as soon as we hear anything.

Okay? I promise.

From when the liver was removed to when it arrived in this car,

they bribed someone.

How many people know what you have and where you're headed?

Um... I don't know.

Christ!

I need you to pull over, I have to get out. I can't breathe.

This is not the time to lose control.

- No, I just want to get out. - We can't get out of the car, Ben, okay?

- Okay. - Take a deep breath.

- Yes. - Don't panic.

- I'm not panicking. - It seems to me...

- I'm digesting it. - That you're panicking.

- Get back under control. - That means: let me get off, damn it!

- Shit! - What is it now?

[Hank] Don't worry. Put your hand on your chest and breathe.

I want you to think about it.

Think of the people who know this. Count them.

Ok, between... Between the surgeon, the flight attendant and the pilots, 12.

Oh, no, with... With you two, maybe 14.

- Who are we? - You and your partner.

- [cell phone rings] - [tires screeching]

Hey! Hey... This is probably more of a one-person job.

I can see that you're capable , and I don't want to slow you down.

I probably overdid the complications.

- It's a cooler, after all. - Peekaboo!

[Ben] You hand it over, give him the code, that's it. Leave me there, later.

- I find my way back alone. - [cell phone rings]

- [cellphone rings] - Did you hear me? Hey, are you listening?

- How long does it take you to answer? - Iggy, listen...

No. Do you have any idea how pissed off those people are?

You made a huge mistake, Hank.

They want me to pull over while I wait for them...

Shut your mouth and listen to me, okay? We have a problem here.

- Hey! - What's up?

I don't know who these "they" are that he is referring to.

Hank?

- Hank? - [Hank] What do you mean?

The hospital has my number. They're waiting for my call, not yours.

- Are you sure they wouldn't call him? - They don't have the number.

- Hank, what the fuck! - Iggy, I'll call you back in a second.

- Don't joke... - [call closed signal]

- Continue. - There is no gray area.

All communications go through me legally,

once the package is in transit. This is how it works.

[woman] Go ahead.

Hello. Sorry to bother you, doctor.

I know the courier is supposed to call at some point, it's just...

- Yeah, well, here... - Sure, I understand.

Yes, there is no possibility of...

Should we call the courier and... And check?

Make sure everything is okay?

It would make me feel a lot better.

Um... Of course. Of course.

- Let me look up your number. - Thank you very much.

[cell phone rings]

- Hank! - I'm here, Iggy.

Oh, I swear if you try to attack again, I'll...

What about you? Come on, what about you?

- Pull over, Hank! I'm begging you! - [cell phone rings]

[Hank] You're not a criminal.

- Are they listening to us now? - Yes.

And I need you to listen to me.

Hank... Hank?

[complaints]

- Hank... - Iggy?

Iggy?

[man] You just had to roll down the window and pass me the container

and you would never see me again.

But it's a new world now, don't you think...

Hank Malone?

You're ex-military, right?

The handsome American macho in the desert.

So you know how quickly shit can get out of control.

[dial tone]

You're not Australian either, are you?

But don't tell me! What betrayed me?

Your attitude is shitty. Everyone here is very nice.

And then you have an asshole voice.

I can be kind, if you are too.

Are we flirting again or will you explain the rules of the new world to me?

Quickly said: pull over the Land Cruiser

and give me what I want or I'll kill him.

How about the classic countdown?

- [cell phone rings] - What do you say, Iggy?

We give your courier the chance to do the right thing

- so no one gets hurt. - Hey... I have to answer.

- [Iggy] Dude, please! I beg you! - Who is it for?

- Who's what? - What a fucking guts, Ben!

- [man] Hello? - To a little girl.

- What? - Yes, a little girl.

[Ben] She's seven years old. Her name is Ellie Baker.

He has a rare form of aggressive liver cancer, it's eating him.

- [man] I take your silence as a yes. - How long has she been ill?

Since he was four. If he doesn't get it today, it's over.

She won't make it, she will die.

[man] Three...

- I'm sorry, Iggy. - [man] Two...

- Hey! Watch out! - [horn honking]

Peekaboo!

[man] One...

[shot]

[man] Here's your boss.

Are you taking me seriously now, Hank Malone?

[horn]

[engine start-up noise]

"In life, he who has, eats.

He who has nothing, licks the plate.

I'm here licking the plate.

- Do you agree? - Hey! What the fuck do you think you're doing?

- You didn't get your liver in Honolulu. - I'm talking to you, asshole!

- Am I right? - Hey!

- Damian... Calm down. - Roll down the window! Get out!

Damian, por favor.

Now I'm forced to depend on these sons of bitches because of you.

- Do you agree? - Damian...

You messed everything up.

Anyway, those were just rhetorical questions.

Throw that shit out of my car.

Who... Who the hell is that?

[Hank] I think it belongs to a cartel.

Sign? Ah...

Are you talking about a cartel like Pablo Escobar? That cartel?

Escobar died 40 years ago, but yes, something similar.

What is a sign doing in Queensland, Australia?

I don't know, they must have heard that it's the best for diving.

- [cell phone rings] - Ah, there you go, it's the hospital.

This is Ben Bishop.

Ah... Signor Bishop,

sono Meredith Ainsley, del Gold Coast Hospital.

- I have a very anxious mother here who... - Yes, okay, Meredith...

- Listen, is your mother there with you? - She's here.

Maybe you should leave the room during the conversation.

Um, okay. They tell me everything 's going well, Kate.

Go back to Ellie.

The courier's name is Ben, he seems like a nice guy.

- Are you sure that's all... - Absolutely.

Now I have to discuss some technical details.

Go back to your favorite patient on the ward, okay?

Thank you.

[door closing]

What's up, Ben?

Then, several men, we don't know who, started following us from the airport

And they want what we have. And they want it at any cost!

Pronto? Meredith?

- Um... Excuse me, Ben. Yes, um... - Listen.

I don't know how they knew the package was due today, but that's how it was.

[cell phone rings]

It's him.

Why aren't you here?

No one told me the courier was a Navy Seal.

But don't worry, I'm taking care of it.

So you took me to the other side of the world

to fail yet another promise?

Your father was the same.

A lot of talk and nothing to show for it.

It's not the same, mom...

Don't you dare finish that sentence!

Prove to me that you're not him for once!

Let me talk to the doctor.

- Hello? - Listen to me carefully.

If you let something happen to her while I'm away,

I'll rip out your guts, I'll rip out your liver

and I'll feed it to your children tonight.

- Is everything clear? - Yes.

Okay, why don't we call the police?

If they are from the cartel, they have hired local workers.

- What? - Which means Infractores.

Infractores means corrupt police.

- You can only trust me. - Come on! No, stop...

Wait, I mean, who... What... What are the Infractores?

A gang that will hang you by the balls if you don't make them happy.

I mean, why do you have to tell me things like that?

You asked me, Ben.

Yeah, and you know I'm at my limit right now! Too much information all at once, okay?

Let me take you to page one of Ben Bishop's scorecard:

subject unfit to be hung by the testicles, okay?

- So we need a plan. Do you have one? - I'm working on it.

- We need more! - Are you rushing me?

- There's a deadline, they're counting on us. - And what am I doing?

- Do you want to drive? Come on! - [Ben] No, I want to...

- Do you like driving from there? - Look at the road!

- Come on! Can you do better? - Don't get distracted! We don't want any accidents.

- You drive! - I don't know how to drive on the left...

[crowd gasps]

[woman] Call someone!

Hey, is everything okay?

No, I would say absolutely not!

[crowd murmurs]

You said you wanted to get off, right?

Damn!

- Come on, come on. - Okay.

- Hold on to the container and stay down! - Yes.

[crowd roars]

- Peekaboo! - Spirit!

Damn!

- It's five o'clock. - Okay.

How sturdy is the container?

A shot can hold him, but not a bullet.

Ok... Ok!

I'll take care of it.

Hank Malone?

I think we started with...

Um... How do you say: "Pé errado"?

[under his breath] Son of a bitch!

I think you mean: "Wrong foot," amigo!

Wrong foot!

Yes!

[under his breath] Damn!

I want it to be on the right foot. You and me!

[softly] Back.

It's preferable, right?

Um... Hey! Shall we start by putting away the guns?

Uhhh! Via the gun...

Ok.

Put away the guns.

Put away the guns.

- You know, Iggy spoke highly of you. - [Hank] That's nice of him!

He called you his...

His gentle giant!

[Damian] So you'll be okay with us taking that thing...

with kindness.

Oh, sure.

- [whispering] What are you doing? Hank? - A pat on the back and a beer.

[Damian] What do you care?

Is a hooker you don't know having an off day?

What do you care?

And why do you care?

For the million?

That's why, I know.

You don't know anything!

[indistinct noise]

Don't make me kill any more innocent little ones today, gentle giant!

[Hank] Oh, no.

We don't want anyone else to die today.

- [under his breath] But... - This story only brings trouble.

- [whispering] The container! - What?

- Give it to me! - No.

- Dammelo. - Hey! Hey! No!

- Damn, no! - Give it to me!

Ok!

There it is! Do you see it?

I'll leave it here now.

It's all yours.

- I like you like this. - [Hank] We back away slowly.

And no one gets hurt.

Son of a bitch!

You weren't so kind, you piece of shit!

["Motor City Madhouse" by Ted Nugent]

Come here!

Stopped!

[crowd cheers]

Hank!

Give me that fucking thing!

Tell him we have it...

[screams]

Stay on the ground! The container!

- [screams] - [man] Get the container!

Son of a bitch!

[screams]

[man] The container!

Leave her!

[screams]

[screams]

[screams]

He shot me in the ass!

I'll say it for him: very unfair.

- Let's go. - [crowd shouts]

- Wait, stop! I have to do something. - What's going on?

- I have to take this off. Okay... - Come on! Do you really have to do it now?

- Yes, I can't breathe! - [engine roaring]

- [Hank] Over here! - What is it?

I'm here somewhere.

Yes...

- [girl screams] - This way!

[engine start-up noise]

Iggy, what the fuck!

Yes, perfect. Let's go!

[beep]

Shit!

I'm in the car.

Let's go!

We'll never make it on foot!

It can't work!

Cow!

Let's go!

I know who can help us.

It's five minutes from here.

- Where are they? - [panting]

Where the fuck are they?

I don't know who you're talking about, buddy!

Son of a bitch!

Cow...

I know this isn't what you had in mind, so if you want to quit, now is the time.

Give up? Ben Bishop can't give up now!

Not after going through the hardest part, no way! We're both heroes today.

Knock.

- What do I look like? - What do you mean? You're fine.

- Yes, you have some blood... - You look crazy. Me too?

- Tuck in your shirt. - Tuck it in? We're covered in blood.

- [woman] I'll wait for you outside! - How dirty...

- Hank? - Mon.

What are you doing here?

Are you going out?

Yes, let's go for a walk.

- Okay. - Hmm...

HI.

- Hi. I'm Monica. - She's...

- I'm Hank's ex-wife. - Hi. Nice to meet you.

Oh! Ok...

I'm Ben Bishop, a good friend of Hank's.

And yes, as you can see, we are in a bit of a complicated situation.

It's crazy, when you think about it.

- It was all... - Oh! You're Hank's sponsor, right?

- What? No! - Oh, no, no, no. I'm not his sponsor.

A kind of mentor, if you like, but it has nothing to do with the recovery process.

- I explained a few things to him. - Here we are, ready to go.

- Hey, Hank! How's it going? - Great, Josh.

- Are you sure? - Yes, I'm fine.

- Ben Bishop. How are you? Hi. - Hey. Hi, Josh.

Hi, Josh. And who is this little guy?

[Josh] This little guy is Jack.

- Say, "Hi," Jack. - [Ben] Hi. Hey, that's cute!

- Is that a Garuba Garuba? - Yes.

Wow! That's worth a lot.

- How did you get your hands on this? - Can someone tell me what's going on?

- Um... - Well, I don't know about the parrot.

Hank didn't tell me that part of the story.

Too long, apparently, but the rest is simple.

There is a little girl who is very sick at the Gold Coast Children's Hospital.

And this gentleman, your husband, ex-husband, the hero,

she's transporting me so I can bring her a new liver

and we need a car.

And some sunscreen too, if you have it,

because I left it in Hank's car and that's on fire.

He blew it up.

It was a diversion.

Yes. Okay.

- [Josh] Uh... - Uh... Yes.

Yes, yes, yes, of course. Yes.

- No, sorry, we don't have a car. - Not at the moment.

- We were going to pick her up. - Where's the car?

We left her at the Concert Hall in Bundall last night.

- In Bundall? - There was a party, we drank

- and we couldn't drive. - Good, that's how it's done.

You can go there and get it, okay?

- Yes? The keys. - Oh, yes, I have them here, here they are.

Um... I'll get you some sunscreen.

- Yes? - Yes. Thank you.

The world is absurd, huh?

Oh! I'll leave you alone.

Can I see the coin?

Oh...

Yes.

I put it...

A great day.

A great year.

She would be...

She would have been so proud of you.

That's what I hope.

[Josh] Found it!

Oh, great! Thanks, Josh.

- And thank you, Monica. - Here you go. You're welcome.

And above all, thank you, Jack. And who knows...

maybe we'll have dinner together sometime.

- Um... - [I] am okay.

We have to move.

Oh, hey, um... This bird is worth a small fortune.

It could go towards Jack's college fund.

I don't know what to say.

- You don't have to say anything. - Peekaboo!

Hey, look at this.

Peekaboo!

It kills me every time. It's incredible.

It's called Spirit.

It's a yellow car, you can't miss it. It's a journey to the Concert Hall.

- What? - A trip?

- It's a nice walk. - How long?

But you know what? Don't worry, I have what it takes.

[Kate] So, let's recap...

It can travel through the air, on land, and at sea.

It has wings, but it is not a flying monkey with gills.

And it's that big.

You can ask another question to help you guess.

[sighs]

Is it real or imaginary?

I do not know.

You've put Mom in trouble again.

Can you tell me?

An angel.

[accelerated beep]

Help! Please!

He started bleeding! What's going on?

Answer! What's going on?

We're moving her to intensive care.

[woman on loudspeaker] Code Blue.

Dr. Ainsley in Intensive Care.

- Oh my God! Is he going to die? - He's stable right now.

- Kate. - Julie, what are you doing?

Come in. Close the door.

I know this sounds incredibly unprofessional,

but after Ainsley spoke to the courier,

I heard her arguing heatedly with someone.

I don't know, but she was really upset.

I came to find out more, but she was gone.

So I went in and yeah, I thought I'd look...

Looking for what?

The courier's number and call him.

- Yes, let's do it. - Then let's see.

- [Hank] I feel you watching me. - No, I mean... Yes.

I mean, the Hank Malone puzzle

It's finally starting to come together, I think it's obvious.

You liked them, huh?

What's not to love? They're incredible!

Overall, Josh is a great guy!

- It's all a facade. - Come on, it's beautiful.

Witty, in a way.

I mean, if this is just appearance, you should become one too.

So this is how it feels in group two?

[laughs] Oh, yeah.

- [cell phone rings] - Wait, phone, phone.

- It's also beautiful, if that's what you're talking about. - Traitor.

- Hello? - [Kate] Ben Bishop, the medical courier?

Well, talk, but walk.

- Yes, excuse me, who is speaking? - My name is Kate Baker.

I'm the mother and I'm going crazy. I want to know if there's something wrong.

- How did you get this number, Kate? - Just tell me if there's anything wrong!

No, I... Look, I understand your concern, Kate,

But is the doctor there? Is there a protocol?

- And I can only speak to the surgeon... - Kate!

- In charge of the procedure. - Oh, sorry.

- Julie! - Pronto?

- Who is he talking to? Attacks. - [Kate] No! No!

No, as long as she isn't honest with me.

Ben, it's on speakerphone, start talking.

Ben, I'm Dr. Ainsley, go ahead.

[sighs] Okay, listen, there have been...

Yes, there were some bad guys, we don't know who they were,

but they gave us problems.

What problems? What does that mean?

They want what we have.

Kate, your daughter has "golden blood" and is...

It is obvious that on the black market this makes the liver

- very valuable to anyone who needs it. - [Hank] Give me the phone.

Kate, it's Hank Malone.

I'm Ben's driver and I need him to trust us.

[Hank] I know he's scared right now, but I want him to know this:

I'm not a man who gives up on certain people, okay?

I can sign that.

Nothing in the world will stop us from getting to her.

[Hank] Do you understand?

- Sì. - [Hank] Ok.

We're going to get a car in Bundall,

then we come straight to you.

We'll be there in 40 minutes.

- [Hank] You can find us at this number. - [call closed signal]

Kate, you must excuse me for not being transparent with you.

I didn't want to scare her more than she already was.

And they assured me that everything was under control.

Julie said she heard her arguing with someone on the phone.

Right after talking to Ben.

Um, what exactly do you want to ask me?

Ah...

Okay.

Well, if you care to know, I was talking

with the director of the International Transplant Center

asking him exactly how the hell it had happened

that such a situation could even have arisen!

And maybe I raised my voice a little?

You can bet I did it.

Um... I got this after they ripped our car apart.

I figured you cared.

The final piece of the puzzle.

- Can I see her? - You already have.

I barely glanced at her, they were shooting at us! Let's go!

Let me see.

But look at that beautiful face!

- Is this a school photo? - Okay, that's enough.

- Plastic bag. - Oh...

It's not that I'm asking for a Shakespearean monologue,

just give me Hank's version.

Why do you care?

Because I'm curious.

I care about you. I probably won't see you again.

It would be nice to know something other than

that ugly mug always ready to fight.

I met Monica at a base in Germany.

We fell in love, she was born.

I was sent to Afghanistan.

I've done things I don't want to remember.

I came back an alcoholic asshole.

My daughter Isabel got sick.

Leukemia.

It was as if I wasn't there.

I was drunk the day she died.

I followed Monica here,

I tried again and failed miserably.

It was obvious.

Fine.

So now the mission is to stay sober

and do all the good things Isabel loved,

because obviously she's the Francophile.

Since he saw that...

That movie about the mouse chef,

she started dressing up as a cook

and to cook French.

We were supposed to take a father-daughter trip to Paris, but...

Here you are...

That's all.

[engine roar]

Giant asshole.

- [woman] Triple zero. What's the emergency? - Stop flirting.

How did you find us? I dropped the phone.

Well, I've got eyes all over the fucking city.

Hey, let's go!

Don't move a muscle, asshole.

[container] Access denied.

Hey, buddy.

Everything OK?

I've had better days.

I would see myself more with a plate of oysters, a chilled Chardonnay

and she's a beautiful girl, actually, so...

I'd say we share the same passions.

Better days, yes.

So let's keep things simple and maybe you'll have your own oysters. Huh?

[Damian] My family and I call the shots here now, so...

the code.

Please?

No.

No?

I cannot.

I'm counting to three, you son of a bitch!

- Then I'll blow his brains out! - [Ben] Wait!

- Ben, don't talk! - [Damian] Shut up!

- One... - Let him shoot me!

- No! - Two...

- Shoot me! - Wait!

- Three! - [siren]

Damn!

Someone called the assholes!

He's coming with us.

Think about the cops. Hang this bastard from a bridge.

[speaker] Drop your weapons!

Too bad I won't be here to celebrate my birthday with you on Monday!

- Get in! - I'm turning 60!

- Godspeed, champ! - [Damian] Move!

- [Damian] Avanti! - [Ben] Godspeed!

This is not how it ends.

[man] Go!

Okay. Okay, hang me from a bridge.

You can count on it.

Ok, ok... I get it, yes.

- [Hank] I'm going. - Move!

[fighting verses]

[shots]

Godspeed... Godspeed.

Ok.

Okay. He's turning 60.

So, 26, 66.

Monday. Eleven... No, zero four.

Eleven, 19, 66.

Ben, you great genius, son of a bitch.

We need to work on passwords.

[sirens]

[dial tone]

Crime Detective Manoa.

Hey, Detective, I'm Hank Malone, I work with Iggy.

He said he would help me.

Ah, Iggy's American friend. What do you need?

- A license plate number. - Okay.

- Shall I go? - Go, shoot.

Kilo Three Bravo Romeo One Five.

Wait. K3BR15?

- Yes, exactly. - I'll have a heart attack!

- What's up? - It's registered to an address

for which we have been asking for a mandate for months.

We believe this is a base of operations for Donna Zaldivar.

Never heard this name?

No, never. Who is it?

He is the head of the largest drug cartel in Colombia.

Controls all drug trafficking in Australia.

- Do you have a son by any chance? - Yes.

Damian Zaldivar. A fucking lunatic, maybe even worse than his mother.

- Tell Iggy to be careful about that. - Sure.

Thank you, Detective.

Come out!

Go clean up and make sure our faces aren't on the news tonight.

I'll take care of it.

Let's go.

Ehi, Grooty.

Come with me. Move.

[man] Come on, come on.

[man] Okay, guys, stop everything!

Did you see, mom?

There he is.

Is this for your mother?

Money isn't the only motive.

Can I have the code now?

Please?

There's another mother I have to think about.

I understand.

Hmm...

Come on, let's go think over there. Come on.

[Damian] These...

- Wonderful. - No, wait...

- Shall we begin? - No.

- So, are you going to tell me? - I...

Close the gate!

["Kickstart My Heart" by Mötley Crüe]

[shot]

[man] Where the fuck is he?

- It's my ride! - [man] Die!

- Machete! - Fuck you!

Uhhh!

[screams]

- Are you okay? - [Ben] No!

Hey! Can you free me?

I'm working on it.

[man] Go around! Come around from behind!

Next time you ask me if I want to quit,

- the answer is yes, absolutely yes! - [man] Go, go!

- [man] The ammunition? - I asked you.

[Donna Zaldivar] Damian!

The container!

[man] I'm out of fucking ammo!

- You said you'd take care of it. - Yes.

- You said it. - I know what I said!

- Shut your mouth! - [man] Go get the magazines!

It's rush hour. We have to hurry.

Ben, are you going to help me or not?

Sorry, but my hands are literally tied!

Why didn't you say it right away?

[Ben gasps]

You are a disgrace to your entire family.

[shots]

[man] Forward!

Hank!

The container!

I like you that way, Ben!

- I have to go. - Wait, where to go?

Don't die.

Ah...

I should have given up.

[clinking]

[clinking]

[Damian] I've tried to be a reasonable man, haven't I?

Haven't I tried to be reasonable?

[Damian] Time's running out! The liver will be useless!

What a waste that would be, right?

All this violence and little Ellie Baker still dies.

[clinking]

[Damian] Let's not waste it.

You fucking giant!

No, that won't happen.

[shot]

[Hank] We have to hurry.

I was afraid you wouldn't be able to figure out the password.

- Why? - Well, I mean, a lot of arithmetic.

[cell phone rings]

Yes, tell me.

Make a U-turn.

I'm in one of your Land Rovers.

- They're going to the hospital. - Yes, copied.

- [alarm clock] - [Hank] The last timer.

- [Ben gasps] - Oh, shit! Ben, the timer.

Ben, in a few hours!

- Oh, no, no, no... - Did they hit me?

- Oh, God! - I think they caught me.

- Turn around, bend forward. - What?

- I have to see if the bullet came out. - What...

[Ben moans]

- Oh my God... - [horn honking]

So, is he out?

- No. - It's not okay, no.

We need to stop the bleeding and call an ambulance.

- We have to pull over. - No, drive!

[radio] Attention, they're headed to the hospital in one of our Rovers.

They can't screw us just because I was stupid enough to get caught.

- Guide. - I won't let you die.

- Who said anything about dying? - Drive, let's go!

[container] Internal temperature too high. Take action.

What happens now?

- [Ben] No! No! - Isn't there a button to press?

No, it's the coolant. I told you it wasn't bulletproof.

- Did they hit him? - If he gets to nine he's no longer useful.

- How much time do we have left? - Listen, we have ten minutes.

- No, that's not possible. - What?

We will never make it.

- No. - That goes for you too. I have to pull over.

[radio] News from the hospital ward?

[man on radio] I need the location.

That's how they knew we were going to Bundall.

Um... the nearest gas station!

- [container] Internal temperature... - I fucking know!

Ben's hurt. I need ice! I need...

Damn, I need time. More time. Um...

I have to call Kate.

[cell phone rings]

- Ben? - Hey, Kate. It's Hank Malone.

I know I made you a promise and I want to keep that promise,

- but you have to help me, I need a favor. - Ok.

I will give you my location and a description of the car.

You will give this information to Dr. Ainsley and her staff.

Here's what I want you to do. Stay close by.

And see if anyone calls right afterward.

- Can you do it? - Okay.

We will be in front of Tambourine Church, near the Main Road.

In a black Land Rover.

- Hey, Ben. Stay with me! - [container] Internal temperature...

Ben, talk to me!

Now you want me to talk.

A turning point!

You finally got into group one.

Remind me again what group one is.

Swallow Ben Bishop's lyrics like Kool Aid.

I'll tell you something...

- You're almost starting to convince me. - Almost?

I... I just saved your ass in there!

What else should I do?

Don't die?

I will not die in Australia.

[notification signal]

[radio] The church in Tambourine. Right off Route 95.

I'm at church.

Route 95, a Tambourine!

We're almost there, Ben. Stay with me.

Call an ambulance. Get it to the back.

On the back, clear?

Serious gunshot wound.

And then bring some ice! Come on!

Ok. Ok...

[container] Internal temperature too high. Take action.

Here you go. Lie down.

Let me see.

Press here with your hand. You have to push, Ben.

Keep applying pressure, okay? Huh?

[Boy] Hurry up, he's in bad shape. He has a gunshot wound.

- Come on, Kate, call me. - Yes. Quickly, please. Stupid...

- What happened to that ice? - No, please.

- Ice! - Sure.

[Ben gasps]

Tell me about that parrot.

Spirit. You said there was a story.

A guy with a lot of money was trying to give it to his ex. She didn't want it.

I would have given it to Animal Control, but then I had to come get you.

I didn't have time, so... I kept it with me.

Is that all?

- I didn't say it was a good story. - But you said it was a long story.

It makes you think of something, yes, interesting.

Instead it was short and flabby...

So... should I tell you again? I'll take my time, maybe.

- Do I use more adjectives? - Yes, tell it again.

- Are you ready? - Yes. Take your time.

Because she doesn't want to... [Ben screams]

It's a long story.

Ok... Come on, apply pressure.

- [container] Temperature... - I'm working on it! Ice?

- Yes, here I come! - [container] Internal temperature...

Passive aggressive personality.

Put it up there.

Use both hands, okay? We need to patch it up.

- I thought I was done with the hard work. - Okay...

- Hank, Hank... - [container] Internal temperature...

You have to do something.

Calm.

What's the code?

It's Pound 3-7-2-1-5.

[container] Internal temperature too high.

Intervene.

Force...

[boy] Um... Dude!

Um... Two armed men are coming here! What do I do?

[Hank] Calm down! Act normal!

Okay, yes. It's all normal.

Normal. It can be done. [chuckles]

Call the nurse.

[man] Remind her what happens to the family if she screws everything up.

Hello. How are you?

Can I do something... Something for you?

[imitates the boy]

For your health...

damn, I hope so.

You look like you want your mother.

Why do you look like you want your mommy?

I don't want my mom.

So why are you shaking?

I'm not... I'm not shaking.

[sirens]

- What the fuck is that ambulance about? - They're coming in! They're coming in!

[boy shouts]

Give me the keys.

In an hour you will understand that I am one of the good ones.

It might take a little longer than an hour.

- No... - [siren]

Let's go!

Okay, calm down, calm down... Shhh... We're almost there, not much time left.

- [rapid beep] - No, no, no...

- What's going on? - He's in hypovolemic shock.

And there's internal bleeding. I can't stop it.

- How can't it work? Do something! - I'm administering a saline solution,

but it's bleeding too much! The gastric artery is torn!

- Do... - I can't do anything!

Hang in there, Ben!

[beep]

- Hey, Hank... - Yes, yes, I'm here, I'm here!

When you're in Paris...

everyone will tell you to get the macarons.

Tourist robe.

We'll go to Montmartre, we'll eat chouquettes.

This is what a Francophile like Isabel would have done.

Trust me.

Hank, trust me.

Ben?

Ben?

[continuous beep]

Ben?

Ben!

No no...

I'm very sorry, sir.

Is dead.

That piece of shit shouldn't be in the hospital.

Golf Charlie 4-11. Golf Charlie 4-11.

Emergency, shots fired! Chase underway!

Oh, come on, Hank!

[cell phone rings]

Kate, she's a nurse! The person who informed them is a nurse!

- Wait, what? A nurse? - Yes.

- How many people are taking care of Ellie? - I don't know, Hank. There's a whole team!

[Kate] Do you have any other information?

- No. - Shit!

- Julie... - Stop.

Kate?

It's 50ml of vecuronium. I promise it will be painless.

Give me the phone, Kate.

Give it to me, damn it!

[Julie] Close the curtain.

Get those cops out of my ass!

Come on!

- The oxygen tank! - What? Why?

Damn!

[Hank] Throw it back!

I swear I'll disembowel you, you bastard!

[Hank] Reggiti!

- The signal torches! - Why?

- This is not a good time to explain! - They're in the glove compartment.

No!

How does it work, Julie?

Do you check the donor list and then contact the highest bidder?

- You think I'm doing it for money? - You're talking about killing a creature!

- Stop it, Kate! - Kill my daughter!

Sit down, be quiet! You don't understand, Kate!

- Please stop! - What's the price?

- I swear to God! Don't make me! - How much is my daughter's life worth?

I swear to God...

Devi...

Damn...

I am sorry!

They have my brother.

Someone help me! We've been kidnapped!

- It's him! - Hey, listen to me!

- Stop! Stop! - No, no, listen!

- Get down! - Will you listen to me? It's about Ellie Baker!

- I won't say it again! Get down! - I'm not a threat!

- I have an organ transplant! - Hank Malone? Put down your weapons!

Lower them, I said! Mr. Malone, come with me.

[Hank] Yes.

I'm talking about my brother, okay?

He's a surgeon and they're keeping him locked up.

To force him to perform the transplant on Donna Zaldivar.

I'm really sorry, Kate, but I have no choice.

- How's the little girl? - She'll be fine, now that she's here.

- [screams] - We've got her ready for surgery.

- [Hank] Stop! - He's armed!

When shooting at the king, it is better not to miss.

Oh-oh!

Are you hiding now?

[Damian] I thought you might like a beer.

No?

[Damian] I have the container.

Ok.

You're losing a lot of blood, Mr. Malone.

I still have a lot left.

Hey, put that gun down!

Hey! Put it down...

[alarm]

[Damian] What the fuck is wrong with you?

- [speaker] Emergency, danger... - Shitty weapon!

[woman] Oh, my God, he killed a guard! Run! Run!

[speaker] Emergency, danger, evacuate the building.

Fucking bitch!

[speaker] Emergency, danger, evacuate the building.

I'd like to share this with you, but...

- One of us has to die today. - Oh, yes.

There!

[container] Internal temperature too high. Take action.

[container] Internal temperature too high. Take action.

[speaker] Emergency, danger, evacuate the building.

[container] Internal temperature too high. Take action.

[sounds of fighting]

Help!

Someone help me!

[speaker] Emergency, danger, evacuate the building.

Wait, wait.

My server for a minute.

Let's take a break.

Help!

[chuckling] You like to joke, huh? All right, pause.

[container] Internal temperature too high. Take action.

I didn't understand a damn thing.

Please... Please, please, please!

Cow...

- Please, please, please... - Hey!

Please don't do this!

I beg you...

- I'm sorry. - [Kate] No!

[container] Internal temperature too high. Take action.

Wait, wait, wait...

Don't... Don't shoot yet.

You like the countdown.

Yes.

You've already done two today, it's almost...

It's almost your signature.

Yes...

- [Hank] What do you say I count this time? - Okay.

- All right. - Starting from three.

Three...

- Two... - Don't rush me.

Due...

Do you know what I was thinking?

To what?

Your mother will die in prison because of you.

A!

[container] Internal temperature too high. Take action.

[speaker] Emergency, danger, evacuate the building.

Help! Help!

Help!

- Please help me! Quickly! - [sirens]

Ellie, darling.

Can we go home now?

Yes.

[Dr. Ainsley] Are we awake?

There's a patient here who wants to say hello.

- I'll leave you alone. - Thank you.

You weren't kidding.

About what?

You are not a man who gives up on certain people.

Thank you...

Thank you.

Hmm...

I didn't know Ben Bishop,

but I know he must have been a truly extraordinary man.

I am very sorry.

The doctor said a woman in Sydney has a new heart thanks to him.

And his is a heart of gold.

Yes, that's right.

You're too big for that wheelchair, you know that, right?

What?

In fact, it felt a little tight when I sat on it.

Want to play 21 Questions?

I went around the whole hospital

on this small, very narrow wheelchair

I was just looking for someone to ask me that.

Are you a dad?

I was.

I had a little girl.

What was his name?

Isabel.

I think it's a really nice name.

I believe so too.

So... what are we waiting for? Do we want to play this game?

- Yes. - Okay.

So, is he... Is he human?

- Yes. - Oh, yes?

Okay, then...

["Until I See You" di Seth Mosley e Jason Wyatt]

[Hank] Merci.

Great advice, Ben.

[phone] The cat prefers museums in spring.

[repeats in French]

[speaks in French]