All language subtitles for Transporter 2.English (CC)

[intense music playing]

[beeping]

[beeping stops]

I'm so sorry. Can you help me?

My tire…

Sorry. I have an appointment.
I don't like to be late.

Well, would you rather be late or dead?

[tires screeching]

-You don't wanna do this.
-Step out of the car.

[door alarm dinging]

Whoo!

Let's go, fellas! Come on, baby! Yeah!

Take it easy. The car's brand-new.

No problem, buddy. I got this.

Baby, let's ride!

-Let's get to the club, baby!
-Time to go!

Your parents know
the company you're keeping?

Shut up!

-Dog! This shit ain't workin', man!
-It's coded.

-What's the code?
-I'm afraid I can't give you that.

We'll have to beat it out of you.
Let's get out of this car!

Get out of the car, nigga! Come on, man.
What you got for me, player?

-What you got?
-Kick your ass!

-Come on, baby!
-[thug 2] Mmm-hmm!

Hold on.

Just came out of the dry cleaners.

[yells, grunts]

[gasping]

[breathing heavily]

Hands up!

Stop moving, or I will shoot you!

Don't you have homework to do?

-Why don't you go and do it?
-Okay. I'm sorry.

Late.

[engine starting]

[men groaning]

[upbeat music playing]

[beeping]

[beeping stops]

-[bell ringing]
-[chattering, shouting]

Hey, hey--

The game! The game! The game!

What's the first rule
when entering a man's car?

Respect a man's car, a man respects you.

-Rule number two?
-Greet the man.

-Good afternoon, Frank.
-Good afternoon, Jack.

Can we play the game now?

I should think your brain
would be tired after school.

You're just afraid I'm gonna win.

You're gonna be too worn out
to do your homework.

It's Friday. I don't have any homework.

-In that case, the game.
-Yes!

But first,
what's the third rule of the car?

[seatbelt clicks]

Good.

For five points. I'm white, I'm round,
but I'm not always around.

-A tennis ball?
-Tennis balls are yellow.

[Frank] Four points.
Sometimes I'm half. Sometimes I'm whole.

Sometimes a slice of me
is all you'll know.

-A loaf of bread?
-No.

Three points. Sometimes I'm light.

Sometimes I'm dark. Sometimes I'm both.

-I know! A lightbulb!
-No.

-A pizza!
-No.

Audrey. Audrey! Stop walking away from me.

Listen, we've got to
finish this conversation.

-[Audrey] Just wait.
-I've got about…

-Where's he goin'?
-[Audrey speaks indistinctly]

-[inaudible]
-Okay, look at me.

Last clue for all the points.
Everyone wants to walk on me,

but only a happy few ever have.

Take your time.

-Hey, bud.
-Shh!

Mom, it's the game. I'm trying to think.

Sorry. Hey, Frank. How are you today?

-Well, Mrs. Billings.
-Frank, can I team up with mom?

-I don't know. It's not in the rules.
-Come on.

What's the point in having rules
if you can't bend 'em?

Okay. Just this once.

-Yeah!
-[Audrey] All right.

Give me some clues.

It's round, but not always around.

It's light sometimes.
It's dark sometimes. It's both sometimes.

Everyone wants to walk on it,
but only a happy few ever have.

Hmm. That is a hard one.

Tell me about it.

-[whispering]
-The moon!

-Correct.
-Whoo!

Good job. Good job. All right. Come on.

-See you Monday.
-Bye, Frank. Thanks.

Keep your snacks in the kitchen.

-Bye, Mom!
-Bye, honey.

Hey, he's really taken to you
in the month you've been with us.

Likewise.

It's too bad you can't stay on
after Tony gets back.

It was just a favor.

I don't usually do this sort of a job.

I thought you were a professional driver.

A different kind of driving.

Well, we're all gonna miss you
when you're gone.

[Frank breathes deeply]

And… thank you for what you did.

For what?

For turning the car around so that Jack
wouldn't have to see us fighting.

-You really know kids, don't you?
-I know fighting.

He hasn't seen Jack in months.

And then when he gets back here,
all I can hear is what I'm doing wrong?

You'd think that after
being separated for a year

that he would…

[sighs] I'm sorry.

Um, you don't have to hear this.

It's okay.

For what it's worth, I think
you're doin' a great job with Jack.

Thank you.

Anytime I can be of help,
if there's anything you need…

That's really sweet of you, Frank.

I might have to take you up on it.

Oh, uh, I almost forgot.

I'm supposed to take Jack to the doctor
tomorrow morning for his annual checkup,

but I'm organizing
a surprise party for him,

even though his birthday's
not until next week.

[over speaker] I thought it would be nice
since his dad's in town.

So while I decorate
and, um, his friends arrive,

I was thinking if you wouldn't mind--

I'll take him.

I feel kind of funny
cutting into your weekend.

I'm just picking up a friend
at the airport later on in the day.

Oh. That's nice.

What is?

The guys on security say
you're a bit of a loner.

Um, so it's just, it's just nice
to hear you have a friend.

He's not really a friend. He's French.

[Mr. Billings] I'll call you back.

Audrey,
I'd like to finish our conversation.

Well, if anything comes up between
now and then, you have my cell.

Nothing will come up, Mrs. Billings.

Audrey.

Audrey.

[engine starts]

-Yeah, hello?
-Confirmed for tomorrow, 9:00 a.m.

[men grunting, yelling]

[rock music playing]

Tomorrow, 9:00 a.m. Only change,

the driver will be taking him,
not the mother.

Even better.

♪ Get on the revolution ♪

-[music continues on headphones]
-Vasily.

-Is it stable?
-Yes, it's stable.

And the antidote?

See you tomorrow, gentlemen.

And in other news,
the drug enforcement ministers

of six Latin American countries arrived
in Miami today for a summit meeting.

[Frank] Yeah. Martin, Frank.
1156 Palmetto.

I'm waiting for an express delivery.

That's what you told me 45 minutes ago.

-No, I don't need anything else.
-[doorbell rings]

Just get me the pizza.

-I'm not paying for that--
-Hi.

Hi.

[man] So, Mr. Martin,
that's one medium pie, no mozzarella,

extra olives and extra anchovies,
which amounts to 11.95.

-I hope you're hungry.
-You have no idea.

-I apologize for the delay, sir.
-[door closes]

Mrs. Billings.

Uh-uh. Audrey. Audrey.

What are you doin'?

What does it look like I'm doing?

What, you've been drinking?

A little.

You said if I needed anything…

I can't.

Why? Because of who I am?

Because of who I am.

[sighs] I feel so lost.

So confused.

Who isn't?

Thank you, Frank,

for the time and… the respect.

I think it's what I needed the most.

Bye.

[engine starts]

-Am I gonna get a shot?
-I don't know.

Geez! We're not open yet.

It's an emergency.
I need to see the doctor immediately.

Right. Dr. Koblin, uh, if you'll come
out here, please. We have an issue.

You'll have to fill out some papers
stating the problem.

Actually, my problem's not medical.

It's psychological.

Yes, Laura?
What seems to be the problem?

Me.

I hate shots.

Number one, there's no guarantee
you're getting a shot.

So, there's no sense in
getting all worked up

over something that might not happen.

[cell phone ringing]

-Give me the good news.
-Doctor said I'm cured.

Frank, it hurts a lot.

-I'd never let anyone hurt you a lot.
-Promise?

-You know my fourth rule?
-Never make a promise you can't keep.

-[elevator dings]
-Come on.

-Close the door.
-[grunts]

-[elevator dings]
-Come on.

-May I help you?
-Jack Billings to see Dr. Koblin.

I'm sorry. He's out sick today.
He'll be seeing Dr. Tyberg.

-I like Dr. Koblin.
-Don't worry. Dr. Tyberg's very nice.

-Now, if you'll just take him into room 3.
-Where's Miss Laura?

-Who?
-You're standing at her desk.

That Miss Laura. She's out sick, too.

There's a lot of flu going around.
Now, come on. Doctor's got a busy day.

Come on. It'll be over before you know it.

Hey, hey!

I'm Dr. Tyberg.

Can't I wait for my doctor?

Unfortunately, your doctor
was called away on emergency.

-Your nurse said he had the flu.
-That was the emergency.

He came down with flu very quickly.

So, [clicks tongue] the sooner we start,
the sooner we finish.

Eh? Come. I show you something very cool.

I'm sorry. Doctor-patient privacy in room.

But you can wait in reception area,
or glass of water, or…

Hey, trust me. I'm doctor.

-[cell phone ringing]
-Oh, it's… it's phone.

-Yeah.
-[speaking other language] Hello, hello.

[in English]
Frank, I'm here.

-You're early.
-Yeah. We had fantastic tailwinds.

Two hours of my vacation just like that.

From now on,
it's the only way I fly, Frank.

Tailwinds or nothing.

-Glad you made it.
-[phone ringing]

[woman] Hello?

Sorry. Dr. Dunietz is not in today.
Call back Monday.

Listen, Inspector, I'm a little tied up.

You mind taking a cab?
You have the address, yes?

Thank you. You know, I heard
the fish down here is fantastic.

I could make us bouillabaisse.
You like bouillabaisse, Frank?

I gotta go.

Frank!

Maybe it's better if we wait
for his regular doctor to come back.

It's very important that
he receives immunizations.

Well, I'm sure it is.
But a week won't make a difference.

No, we're doing--

[Jack yells]

Keep going, Jack!

[gas hissing]

[hissing continues]

Look at me. Look at me.

-Remember my promise?
-Yes.

[beeps]

[guns firing]

-It's… It's me!
-Get out!

Frank.

[electronic echoing]

Shit!

[woman on radio] The patient's
not cooperating. Prep the vehicle.

[beeps]

[Frank] Come on! Hurry!

Don't worry. Everything's gonna be okay.

[beeping continues]

[siren wailing]

Freeze! Drop your weapon!

Get down! Put your guns on the ground!

-Sí.
-They got away.

-God!
-Plan B?

[sighs] Yes, plan B.

[laughing, shouting]

-Oh, you made it.
-Uh-huh.

-Aw. What's that?
-Jack's birthday present.

Baseball uniform, cleats, glove and a bat.

Whoo-hoo!

-It's his favorite sport.
-It was last year.

-[cell phone ringing]
-He's on a soccer team now

and he's actually really good.

-You know, you should see him sometime.
-Hello?

Mr. and Mrs. Billings, they're coming!

Hide, everyone! Hide!

Yes?

[man] Good morning, Mr. Driver.

Who is this?

Look in your rearview mirror,
and you'll see who it is.

I know what you're thinking.
Bulletproof glass.

So now you'll tell me, in your experience,

which, judging from the little performance
you put on back at the office

goes way beyond just driving
children to school and back,

does a bulletproof glass stop
a 7.62 armor-piercing round?

Frank, why did you stop the car?

Don't bother moving.
I've triangulated 300 feet away.

Come on, Frank. Pick up.

None of this would have been necessary
if you had not screwed up my plan.

So, now I'm going to tell you
how to set things right.

Someone is going to appear
in a few seconds.

Let her in.

[clicking tongue] Driver?

-[lock clicks]
-Good boy. Good boy.

[woman sighs]

Hi.

Leave it on.

Personally, I hate kids.

I don't know what your feelings
are on the subject,

but if you ever wanna have any,

make no moves
but the moves I tell you to make.

[man] You're in her hands now, amigo mio.

They can be very gentle hands,
or they can be the hands from hell.

-Trust me on this one.
-Trust him on this one. Now, drive!

[siren wailing in distance]

Make a left!

I said left!

We keep doing this your way,

no matter how many rights and lefts
we make, they're gonna catch us.

Let me do this my way so no one gets hurt.

-Where's the fun in that?
-Let's save the fun for later.

[man] Hey! Look out!

[tires screeching]

Not bad.

Didn't your mother ever
teach you to say thank you?

Yeah. She tried and failed miserably.

-I think we lost them.
-Think again.

-[guns firing]
-[explosion]

Thought complete. Let's go.

[groans]

[siren wailing]

[Mr. Billings] What do
you mean, you can't find him?

He's one man in one car!
He's a chauffeur, for Christ's sakes!

Not exactly, sir. We think there's
a possibility he may have been in on it.

-That's impossible.
-How would you know?

He's been working here for a month.

He could've set this up the whole time,
you wouldn't have known any different.

-You are such an expert on knowing people!
-His background.

He's ex-special forces. Head of
an elite commando unit for five years

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.
I don't care where he's from.

This is not a war zone!
This is an American city!

Where's my son?

[indistinct chattering]

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!

-[weapons cocking]
-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?

[chuckling] 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.
-[cell phone dialing]

[cell phone ringing]

Hello?

Put me on the speaker so you don't
have to repeat the instructions.

In the next two hours,
you'll get five million dollars

in nonsequential 100-dollar bills.

You put them in a waterproof suitcase.

You go to the Bayfront Park personally.

There will be a blue Chrysler
parked on the sand.

You place the suitcase in the trunk,
and you leave.

I don't know if I can get
five million dollars in two hours.

Mr. Billings, please.
I read the newspapers.

The day you were appointed
to your position,

your net worth exceeded $100 million.

So, you won't even feel the bite.

What guarantee do I have
that you won't harm my son?

[chuckles] Guarantee, Mr. Billings? Huh?

I'm not a car dealer.
Don't let the charming accent

and my grammatical,
impeccable syntax mislead you.

I live in the jungle, and in the jungle
you either eat or be eaten.

But in the spirit of doing business,
here is the guarantee.

Ten minutes past the deadline, if the
money doesn't arrive, I send a finger.

Twenty minutes, a hand.
Thirty minutes, a foot.

[sobs]

Sounds like we have a deal,
don't we, Mr. Billings?

You have a deal.

Could we please speak to our son?

Mommy! Mommy!

You have two hours, Mr. Billings,

starting now.

-[sobbing] Just get my son!
-All right. All right.

[Jack] Frank, you promised
you wouldn't let anybody hurt me!

You promised!

Never make promises
you can't keep, my friend.

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

Wow! Bravo!

A man who lives his life by the rules.

Well, in my world,
rules are meant to be broken.

Not in mine.

This time, you're gonna have
to make an exception. Go.

[beeping]

[cocks gun]

[speaking other language]
Go ahead.

-[in English] Go.
-Hey, driver!

No, no. Wait, wait. A little distance
between us isn't a bad thing.

[speaking other language]
Let's go!

[in English]
Now.

[explosion]

[phone ringing]

Hold on. No, hang on. Wait for the signal.

-Hello?
-It's me.

-We've got something here, gentlemen.
-You son of a bitch!

Look, I had nothing to do with this.

One scratch on his head,
one hair out of place--

Let me speak to who's in charge.

This is U.S. Marshal Stappleton.

You have to act fast.

-There are three boats.
-Just tell us where you are.

Get a plane up over the Intracoastal.
They're heading north.

-Just tell me where you are.
-Just tell us where you are!

-Hello, Frank?
-Got it.

[sirens wailing]

[rock music playing]

[cell phone chiming]

Allô.

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

No. I was just prepping
the madeleines, and--

Forget the madeleines. Just get out.

-And go where?
-Anywhere. The beach. Go to the beach.

Oh, the beach.

Oh, the famous Miami Beach. Oh, my dream!

I would love to go to the beach.

-Maybe not.
-[pounding on door]

[man] Freeze!

-Who the fuck are you?
-I'm the cook.

Oh! It's a mistake! A terrible mistake!

Why we can't all just get along?

You know?

[cell phone ringing]

-Hello?
-It's Frank. Don't hang up.

Pretend it's someone else.

Hi, Susan.

Uh, 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 called and asked for a ransom.

The doctors there were fake.

They were trying to give Jack a shot,
when I interrupted them.

[sighs]

Audrey, 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?

That's a pretty stupid question
to ask right now, don't you think, Jeff?

[siren wailing]

[man] All right, so tell me again,
Inspector Tarconi,

why you didn't immediately
identify yourself as a police officer.

Oh. I was, uh, overwhelmed
by the effectiveness of your operation

and the sophistication of your equipment.

You know, I work
in a small office in small town.

We only have small crimes.

I must admit, I was a little insecure.

And you and Frank Martin
are friends, right?

A friend?
Oh, I wouldn't say exactly a friend.

I know him. We have a relationship.

-A long relationship?
-Not so long.

-But they found you cookin' in his house!
-I'm French!

-So?
-We don't need to know someone

for a long time in order to cook for them.

It's our way of breaking the ice.
Take, for example, you.

This sandwich and coffee.
[speaking French]

[in English] You will pardon me
to think so, but it's not very good.

Yeah, I know. It sucks. But what does
that got to do with anything?

Do you have a kitchen?

Stay back. Stay back.

[suspenseful music play]

[keyboard clacking]

[indistinct radio chatter]

Don't move!

Smith! Drop it.

[screaming]

Fuck!

Ahhh!

I just found this.

Oh, Jesus!

-What happened?
-We'll take care of it for you.

[indistinct chattering]

-Are you sure this is safe?
-[Stappleton] Look over your shoulder.

We got you covered.

[Tarconi] As my mother used to say,

"A meal is only limited
by your imagination."

-Hmm!
-That's crème brûlée and croque monsieur.

-Cream brûlée.
-Crème brûlée.

-Croque monsieur.
-Croque monsieur.

[cell phone chiming]

-Oui?
-[Frank] Where are you?

-Cooking.
-Cooking? Can you talk?

-Speak of the devil. My mother.
-Mom!

Please, um, do you mind?

Thank you.

[speaking French]

[in English]
May I ask who you're cooking for?

For the US marshals.

But once they found my badge,
they were very polite.

They gave me coffee and a sandwich.

You wouldn't believe what passes
for food in this place, Frank.

But I'm correcting the situation

while they wait for my chief
to call back and confirm everything.

Of course, that might take a while.
He's never there.

-Anything about me?
-Yes. They are very interested about you.

They want to know where you are.
Where are you?

Nowhere for very long. Listen, hold on.

Do you have access to a computer?

Easier than having access
to something decent to eat. [chuckles]

Oh. Handsome fellow. Who is he?

That's what I need to know.
Do they have an ID program?

You'll forgive me,
but I'm not so used to this system.

Back home,
there is one computer for 10 of us.

So, how is it with you, Frank?

It's a complicated story.

-You mean, you are in the shit?
-You might say that.

In other words, you're not arrested.

Ah! Voilà. A Russian biologist
with advanced degrees

from the state laboratory
for biological warfare in Siberia.

-Do we have an address?
-Miami, Park West.

King Street, number 11.

[gun clicking]

[man yells]

[women screaming]

-[grunting, shouting]
-Get out!

[screaming]

[crowd screaming, shouting]

Go! Go! Go!

[screaming]

Hey!

-What are you doing?
-Trying to catch a bus.

[woman screaming]

Come on!

[screams]

What are you doing, driver?
Not so good on the water, huh?

[screaming] Stop it! Stop it!

[shouts]

Hit the ground!

[people clamoring]

-Okay. Okay.
-Tell me about the doctor's office.

What doctor's office?

The one where you tried
to stick the kid with this.

-Wanna tell me?
-[grunting]

[screams]

Do you know what you have done?
Do you know what you have done?

Obviously something not
conducive to your good health,

which is all I needed to know
in the first place.

Have a good life. What's left of it.

-[panting]
-[people chattering]

-[yells]
-[bell ringing]

[indistinct shouting]

Outpost to Base.
The ransom is still there.

Thanks. The ransom still
hasn't been picked up.

-[Mr. Billings] What does that mean?
-Right now it means nothing.

What if it's not a kidnapping?

I've worked with over
15 kidnappings in two years.

If they don't take the ransom,
I'm gonna get my son back?

Audrey, don't make this any more
complicated than it already is.

I'm not making this complicated,
Jefferson. It's because of your job.

What does my job
have to do with any of this?

It has everything to do with it.

Don't you understand? Because you
became famous, we became the targets.

And no matter what any of you all think,

the only one who's out there
trying to get Jack back is Frank.

Frank? The chauffeur?

You spoke with him
and didn't tell us?

What are you doing talking to him?

Because he's the last person
who saw Jack alive!

-[phone ringing]
-We found the boy.

[electricity crackling]

-[alarm beeping]
-It shut down.

-Hard drive blew.
-Get another one in there.

-Yes, sir.
-How long is it gonna take?

Ma'am, we're going as fast as we can.

-He can suffocate in there!
-Ma'am, stay calm.

-It's my son!
-Audrey, let them work.

Are you just gonna sit there
and do nothing?

Audrey, they're experts!

Everyone is an expert!
I've had it with all of you!

Audrey!

[indistinct shouting]

Audrey! Audrey!

Audrey!

[Jack] Mommy!

Jack!

Are you okay?

Here you go, little buddy.

[snickers] Breathe. Come on, breathe.

[chuckles] You're the devil.

I wish.

[gasps, panting]

[monitors beeping]

-Tipov! No!
-Shit! Shit!

Dimitri, you scared shit in me!

-Where is Sonovitch?
-He's in chamber.

I need to speak with him.
He won't be long.

-I need to speak with him now!
-Sit down!

Listen Panasonic.

It's rock music. It's good.

[coughing]

[gasping, wheezing]

[both grunting]

[yells]

-[bones cracking]
-[Frank grunts]

[yells]

[man yells]

[screams]

-What was that?
-I don't know.

-[turns off music]
-Shit!

-What are you doing here?
-I need antidote.

The driver,
he inject me with virus. Look.

Dimitri, where would he get the virus?

The one we left in doctor's surgery.

Please, I need antidote. I am sick.

Calm down. You're not sick.

You have four hours
before the virus is active.

You know that. You worked on creating it.

-Open fridge.
-I'm telling you--

-Open fridge!
-[groans]

[speaking Russian]

[in English] Open fridge.

Open the fridge!

Please. Insurance policy.
How many you have?

Two doses. Enough for Tipov and myself.

[screams]

Tipov's policy canceled.
There is one for me.

And I want it now. Come on! Come on!

Let's do it!

-Let's not.
-Who are you?

-There is enough for two of us.
-You don't need it.

-But you injected me!
-With water.

I'm not sick?

-Not sick.
-Water?

-Water.
-[sighs]

Son of bitch!

Good. The problem is solved.
One dose for each of us.

-It's not for us.
-Ah, one for you, one for the child.

-Your devotion is touching.
-My patience is about to run out.

[whimpers]

[grunts, shouts in Russian]

-Tell me about the virus.
-Okay.

-What do you want to know?
-Everything. For starters, what is it?

It's a recombinant retro-immune
double-polymorphing effluent.

The child will die.
Anyone he breathes on will die.

Then it's over.
What do you mean, it's over?

The virus is designed
to go inert after 24 hours.

Thanks for the lesson.

-[cocks gun]
-Now give me the vials.

You really want to play superhero,
don't you?

Well, let's see if you can fly.

[horns honking]

[horn honking]

[sighs]

[horns honking]

-You okay?
-I'm okay.

There's nothing to worry about.

It's just a simple viral infection
combined with the stress of what happened.

It should pass in a day or two.
I gave him something to help him sleep.

-[coughing]
-Call me if anything arises.

-Thank you.
-Thank you, Doctor.

You know, Audrey, all of this has…

Well, it's made me realize
what a fool I've been

with Jack… and with you.

[coughing]

-Are you okay?
-[knock on door]

[man] Mr. Billings, we're running late.

-[thunderclap]
-I'll be right out.

I'd like to come by after the conference.

Check on Jack. Check on you.

Good. I'll see you soon.

They're here if you need them.

-You all right, ma'am?
-I'm fine.

[cell phone rings]

-Hello?
-[Frank] It's me.

-Are you okay, Mrs. Billings?
-[Frank] Go to your bedroom.

Hi, Susan. How are you?

I'm alone. Where are you, Frank?

Turn around.

-Shh.
-[footsteps approaching]

-[door closes]
-Frank, you were wrong.

It was a kidnapping. Jack is fine.

Jack's been infected
with a deadly virus, Audrey.

Now anyone who comes into
contact with him will die.

What are you telling me?

Are you telling me
that my son is gonna die?

No, he's not.

Once incubated,
the virus becomes airborne,

so anyone he breathes on gets infected.

Your son was a weapon.
The target is his father.

Jefferson? Well, why?

Because of the conference.
It's the only logical answer.

Every drug enforcement agency
in the hemisphere in one room.

Your husband breathes, the room dies.

[sighs] Please.

You gotta trust me, Audrey.

-Can you get to him?
-What are you gonna do?

Find the guy responsible.
He has more of this.

-For you and everybody else.
-For you now.

[dog yipping]

We have a guest.

-You're burnin' up.
-I'm okay.

You gotta go. Go.

-[guns cocking]
-Don't move!

[grunting]

[screaming]

[sirens wailing]

[crowd applauding]

-Is the governor here?
-Everybody's gonna be here.

The governor…

-[coughing]
-…delegates from all over the world.

-[cell phone rings]
-Just a second. Hello?

-You can't go to the conference.
-Is everything all right?

[voice breaking up]
…to give him a deadly virus.

-I can't hear you. I'm inside.
-Now I've got it, and so do you.

Audrey, I can't hear you.

Their plan is to infect
everyone at the conference.

-I'm gonna have to call you back.
-Jeff!

-[coughing]
-[sighs]

-[coughing continues]
-Mr. Billings, are you all right?

-I'm all right. Come on.
-You sure?

-Yeah.
-Okay.

[cell phone chiming]

-Allô.
-You still a guest of the government?

They gave me the five-star accommodation.

-Let me guess. You need my help?
-Are you near the computer?

It's practically my pillow.

-So, how do you want to start?
-I don't know. I have nothing.

Ah, my favorite type of investigation.

Let's see.

[knuckles crack, sighs] Alors.

I'd like to take this opportunity
to introduce you to my delegates.

Breathe. That's right.
Breathe, my friend. Breathe.

[audience applauding]

Tomorrow, once these bastards
are out of the way

and their cooperation agreements
are dead and buried,

you know what the biggest
problem is going to be?

-What?
-Counting the money.

[both laughing]

-I can't wait for tomorrow.
-Ay, ay, ay!

It's easier with you.

Ah, Gianni Chellini.

He hires himself out to anyone
looking to make trouble,

like the Red Brigades, the Shining Path.

Someone accessed the database
on the 15th floor.

That's Gonzalez. He's on vacation.

Ah, he was behind the hostage taking
of the public ministers in Geneva.

That was a nice piece of work.

Give me an address.

Miami, East Island,
Pelican Drive, number 26900.

-We found the car.
-You're one great cop, Tarconi.

Ah, thank you for the compliment.

Now I'm going back to sleep.

Hmm. Maybe not.

[indistinct shouting] Move out of the way!

-Move over.
-What do you-- Sure!

This is the second gun
in my car tonight.

[indistinct rambling]
I may be out of a job, out of a house…

Mommy?

Hmm? Hi, honey.

-You feeling better?
-A little bit.

Why don't you try
to go back to sleep, okay?

[coughing]

Ma'am, are you all right?

-[coughing]
-Jefferson? Jefferson, you okay?

[siren wailing]

[reporters clamoring]

Okay, do it.

-What are you doing?
-You know, last night got me thinking.

How do you transport the antidote safely?

We need something that won't break,

something that can't be stolen,

something totally secure.

Me.

Impressive.

Get dressed.

Stop him.

-These your friends?
-Not yet.

-Where'd they go?
-[man] The garage.

-I'm out of ammo.
-Me, too.

-So am I.
-Where are the reloads?

The garage.

Check the house! Go, go, go!

[grunting]

Forget the ammo! Get him!

[metal music playing]

[gasping, choking]

-What you want me to do?
-Keep the meter running.

Fine. Don't worry, baby.

Safe now. You're safe.
You're so beautiful.

Remind me of my yellow poom-poom rider.

[groaning]

-[groans]
-[yelling]

[men gasping, coughing]

Don't move.

-Oh, Mr. Driver.
-I'll blow you into tomorrow.

But then I'd bleed
what you came for all over the floor.

You wouldn't want this, would you?

Not after you worked so hard
trying to get to the antidote.

Take a good look, Frank Martin.
I'm a cure for what ails you.

I'm the only cure for what ails you.

I am the antidote. [laughing]

But nice try. I'm impressed.
Didn't give you enough credit.

Took more than a driver
to figure this out.

-I haven't figured it all out yet.
-Perhaps I can help you.

What part are you a little,
how you say, thick on?

You. Why?

Ah, well, that's the easy part.

It's a business deal, pure and simple.

I'm for hire to the highest bidder.

And in this case, the highest bidder
was the Colombian cocaine cartels

that wanted these pesky
little men off their backs.

You really think killing

all these politicians is gonna
make things easier for them?

That's not my problem.
I was hired to do a job.

I did the job, like you.
Just… my pay is better.

My hair and my suit, too.

Mmm, Lola.

Now, if you'll excuse me,
I have a plane to catch.

Kill him.

Ciao, ciao.

-[door closes]
-Don't even blink.

-What's in this for you?
-Pleasure.

In killing you.

[grunting]

[horns honking]

[indistinct shout]

We're coming to you live
from the Key Biscayne Causeway,

where at least 10 police cars are in
hot pursuit of a stolen red pickup truck.

[siren wailing]

Oh, my! This is just not--
Jim, are you getting that?

There's another car that is swaying past
the police as if they were standing still.

-Son of a bitch can drive. Whoo.
-Yes, he can.

We have clearance
for takeoff, Mr. Chellini.

Sit back, enjoy your flight, and we
will be in Colombia before you know it.

[indistinct radio chatter]

We have a problem with the
landing gear. It won't come up.

I'm turning back to land.
Can we fly with the problem?

-Yeah, theoretically.
-Then you'll land when we get to Colombia.

Go and see if you can lift it manually.

Sorry for the inconvenience,
Mr. Chellini. Nothing to worry about.

Sorry. Flight's been canceled.

[sighs] I'm sorry to inform you
that you have been canceled.

Have a seat.

Relax.

Drink something,
and let's get to know each other.

I think I know everything I need to know.

[alarm beeping]

Shit!

[both grunting]

[grunts, groans]

[woman on speaking indistinctly
over PA system]

[Jack] Five points.
What has eyes but no ears,

skin but no hair,
it's white inside and brown outside?

-Mom?
-A worm?

-[Jack] Wrong. Dad?
-A caterpillar.

[Jack] Wrong.

A potato.

May I help you?

I was just leaving.

[doctor] He'll be out of here
in a couple of weeks.

-Coconut?
-Wrong.

-A snake?
-Wrong.

-A peanut?
-Yuck.

-[Mr. Billings] A hot dog?
-[Jack] Wrong.

Uh…

[siren wailing]

-That was fast.
-Yeah.

Didn't want you to miss your plane.

That's very thoughtful of you.

[reggae music plays]

Want a ride, big boy?

Check it out, man.

[men exclaiming]

You won't believe
what happened to me last night.

[indistinct chatter]

I have something for you. I figured
since you never got to the beach--

I know. Water is water, sand is sand.
Here, there, it's all the same.

[woman over PA system]
Air France flight 069 to Paris.

Thank you, Frank.
It was an interesting vacation.

What more could one ask for?

Oh. Yeah.

-Au revoir, Frank.
-Au revoir, my friend.

-Have a good flight.
-I doubt it.

They said it is all headwinds.

I guess we can't have
everything we wish for, can we?

No, we can't.

[scanner hums]

[buttons beeping]

[cell phone ringing]

Yeah.

[man on phone]
I'm looking for a transporter.

I'm listening.

["Saviour" playing]

♪ Rescue me before I lose control ♪

♪ Rescue me from this fire in my soul ♪

♪ There's only you
Who can stop me from falling ♪

♪ Need a savior ♪

♪ Need my savior ♪

♪ Knocking behind my door ♪

♪ Asking to be let in ♪

♪ Something I have ignored ♪

♪ Wanting to be a sin ♪

♪ It's been around ♪

♪ For so long ♪

♪ And waiting to begin ♪

♪ I know that it's so wrong ♪

♪ Can't let it be a sin ♪

♪ Rescue me before I lose my head ♪

♪ Rescue me from the sight of regret ♪

♪ 'Cause only your love
Can stop me from wanting ♪

♪ Need a savior ♪

♪ You're my savior ♪

[pop song playing]

♪ I woke up this morning ♪

♪ Tangled up in my bed ♪

♪ Wonderin' what the hell I did ♪

♪ I don't do lonely ♪

♪ And I ain't gonna beg
Or regret the things I said ♪

♪ From Friday to Sunday
Till the morning on Monday ♪

♪ You seem to get the best of me ♪

♪ Baby, sweet with emotions ♪

♪ Come on, ride to the sky
And back around again ♪

♪ This ain't about love
It's a brilliant mistake ♪

♪ A super fine line
That I don't wanna break ♪

♪ Just let it all rock
Baby, we gotta roll ♪

♪ Don't let the sunlight steal your soul ♪

♪ Come on, come on, ooh ♪

♪ I need a little more ♪

♪ I've been through this before ♪

♪ I need a little more ♪

♪ This ain't about love
It's a brilliant mistake ♪

♪ A super fine line
That I don't wanna break ♪

♪ So give it up, baby
You're not in control ♪

♪ Don't let the sunlight steal your soul ♪

♪ This ain't about love
It's a brilliant mistake ♪

♪ A super fine line
That ain't gonna break ♪

♪ Just let it all rock
Baby, we gotta roll ♪

♪ Don't let the sunlight steal your soul ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ Don't let it steal your soul ♪

♪ We're out of control ♪

♪ I want something ♪

♪ I want something more ♪

["Icarus" playing]