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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?

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

Whoo! Let's go, fellas!

Come on, baby! Yes!

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

- No problem, buddy. I got this.
- Baby, let's ride. Time to go.

Your parents know the kind
of company you're keeping?

Shut up.

- This shit ain't working.
- It's coded.

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

We'll have to beat it out of you.
Get out the car.

Come on, man. What
you got for me?

Kick your ass!

Hold on.

It just came out of
the dry cleaner's.

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.

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?

I should think you'd
be tired after school.

You're afraid I'm gonna win.

You'll 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?

Good.

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

- A tennis ball?
- Tennis balls are yellow.

Four points.

Sometimes I'm half, sometimes I'm whole.
Sometimes a slice of me is all you know.

- A loaf of bread?
- No.

Three points. Sometimes I'm light,
sometimes I'm dark. Sometimes I'm both.

- I know. A light bulb.
- No.

- A pizza!
- No.

Audrey. Audrey! Stop
walking away from me.

Listen, we've got to
finish this conversation.

Where's he going?

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.

- 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!

All right. Give me some clues.

It's round, but not always around. It's
light sometimes, dark sometimes, or both.

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

- That is a hard one.
- Tell me about it.

- The moon!
- Correct.

Good job. All right. Come on.

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

- Keep your snacks in the kitchen.
- Bye, Mom.

He's really taken to you in the
month you've been with us.

Likewise.

Too bad you can't stay
on when Tony's 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.

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 when he gets back, all I
hear is what I'm doing wrong.

You'd think that after being separated
for a year that he would...

I'm sorry. You don't
have to hear this.

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

Thank you.

Any time 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.

I almost forgot. I'm
supposed to take Jack to

the doctor tomorrow
morning for a checkup,

but I'm organizing a party for him, even
though his birthday's not until next week.

So, while I decorate and
his friends arrive,

I was thinking, if
you wouldn't mind...

- I'll take him.
- I feel funny cutting into your weekend.

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

- That's nice.
- What is?

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

So it's just nice to
hear you have a friend.

He's not really a friend.

He's French.

I'll call you back.

Audrey. I'd like to
finish our conversation.

If anything comes up before
then, you have my cell.

- Nothing will come up, Mrs. Billings.
- Audrey.

Audrey.

- Yeah, hello?
- Confirmed for tomorrow. 9am.

Tomorrow, 9am. Only change - the
driver'll be taking him, not the mother.

Even better.

Vastly?

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

And the antidote?

See you tomorrow.

The drug-enforcement ministers
of six Latin American countries

arrived in Miami for
a summit meeting...

Yeah. Martin, Frank.
1156 Palmeadow.

I'm waiting for an express delivery.
That's what you told me 45 minutes ago.

I don't need anything else.
Just get me the pizza.

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

Hi.

So, it'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.

Mrs. Billings.

Audrey. Audrey.

- What are you doing?
- What does it look like I'm doing?

- Have you been drinking?
- A little.

You said if I needed anything.

- I can't.
- Why? Because of who I am?

Because of who I am.

I feel so lost. So confused.

Who isn't?

Thank you, Frank.

For the time and...

your respect.

I think it's what I
needed the most.

Bye.

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

- Jeez. We're not open yet.
- I need to see the doctor immediately.

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

You'll have to state
the medical 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.

There's no sense getting worked up
over something that might not happen.

- Give me the 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.
Come on.

Close the door.

Come on.

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

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

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

Just take him into room 3.

- Where's Laura?
- Who?

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

Your doctor was called
away on an emergency.

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

He came down with flu, very quickly. So,
the sooner we start, the sooner we finish.

Come. I show you
something very cool.

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

You can wait in reception area,
or glass of water, or...

Hey, trust me. I am doctor.

Please. It's phone.

- Yeah?
- Allô, allô. Frank? I am here.

- You're early.
- Yeah, we had fantastic tailwinds.

Put two hours on my
vacation, just like that.

From now on, it's the only way I'm flying.
Tailwinds or nothing.

Glad you made it.

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

I'm a little tied up.
You mind taking a cab?

You have the address, yes?

Oh, thank you. I heard the
fish down here is fantastic.

I could make us a bouillabaisse.

You like bouillabaisse,
Frank, no?

I gotta go.

Frank!

Maybe we'll wait for
his regular doctor.

It's important that he
receives immunizations.

I'm sure. But a week
won't make a difference.

No, we're doing it now.

Get going, Jack!

Look at me. Look at me.

- Remember my promise?
- Yes.

- It's... It's me!
- Get out!

Frank.

Shit.

The patient's not cooperating.
Prep the vehicle.

Come on, hurry.

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

- Freeze! Put your guns on the ground!
- Get down!

- Si.
- They got away.

- Cazzo!
- Plan B?

Yes. Plan B.

Oh, you made it.

- Oh, what's that?
- Jack's birthday present.

Baseball uniform, cleats,
glove and a bat.

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

He's on a soccer team now.
He's good.

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

- Mr. And Mrs. Billings! They're coming!
- Hide, everyone. Hide!

- Yes.
- Good morning, Mr. Driver.

Who is this?

Look in your rear-view
mirror and you'll see.

I know what you're thinking.
Bulletproof glass.

So tell me, in your
experience - which judging

from the performance you
put on in the office

goes way beyond driving
children to school

does bulletproof glass stop a
7.62 armor-piercing round?

Frank, why have you
stopped the car?

Don't look, they are
triangulated over 300 feet away.

Frank, pick up.

You screwed up my plan. I am going
to tell you how to set things right.

Someone is going to
appear in a few seconds.

Let her in.

Driver.

Good boy. Good boy.

Hi.

Leave it on.

Personally, I hate kids. I don't know
what your feelings are on the subject,

but if you ever want to have any, make no
moves but the moves I tell you to make.

You're in her hands now. They can be gentle
hands, but they can be the hands from hell.

- Trust me on this one.
- Trust him on this one.

Now, drive.

Make a left.

I said left.

Listen, we keep doing this your
way, they're gonna catch us.

- Do this my way, no one gets hurt.
- Where's the fun in that?

Let's save the fun for later.

Hey!

Not bad.

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

She tried, and failed miserably.

- I think we lost them.
- Think again.

Thought complete. Let's go.

You can't find him? He's
one man in one car.

He's a chauffeur,
for chrissakes.

Not exactly, sir. There's a
possibility he was in on it.

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

He could have been setting this up the
whole time, and you wouldn't have known.

- And you are an expert on knowing people.
- His background.

He's ex-Special Forces.
Headed a commando unit.

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 or where he's from.

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

Where's my son?

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!

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?

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.

- Hello.
- Put me on the speaker.

In the next two hours, you'll get
five million dollars in $100 bills.

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.

20 minutes, a hand.
30 minutes, a foot.

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 bitch.
- 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.

- Allô.
- 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 fuck 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?

That's a pretty stupid
question to ask, Jeff.

All right. So tell me
again, Inspector Tarconi,

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

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

the sophistication
of your equipment.

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

We only have small crimes.

- I must admit I was a little insecure.
- 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 cooking in his house.

- I'm French!
- So?

We don't need to know someone
for long time in order

to cook for them. It's our
way of breaking the ice.

Take, for example, this sandwich and
coffee you so graciously offer me.

Well, pardon me to think so,
but it's not very good.

I know it sucks, but what's
that got to do with anything?

Do you have a kitchen?

Stay back. Stay back.

Don't move. Smith!

Drop it.

Oh, Jesus. What happened?

We'll take care of it for you.

- Are you sure this safe?
- Look over your shoulder.

We got you covered.

As my mother used to say, a meal is
only limited by your imagination.

- Crème brûlée et croque monsieur.
- Cream brûlée?

- Crème brûlée.
- Cock?

- Croque monsieur.
- Croque monsieur.

- Oui?
- Where are you?

- Cooking.
- Cooking. Can you talk?

- Oh, speak of the devil. My mother.
- Mom.

Please, do you mind?

Thank you.

Oui, Maman. Je suis
très bien arrivé.

Oui, très très bien, merci. Oui. Ah,
oui, c'est une très jolie ville.

- May I ask who you're cooking for?
- For the US marshals.

Once they found my badge,
they were very polite.

They gave me a coffee
and a sandwich.

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

I am 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?
- 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.

Oh, handsome fellow.
Who is he?

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

Forgive me. I'm not so
used to this system.

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

So, how is it with you, Frank?

- It's a complicated story.
- Ah, you mean you are in the shit?

- You might say that.
- In other words, your natural state.

Voilà.

A Russian biologist with
advanced degrees from the

state laboratory for
biological warfare in Siberia.

- Do we have an address?
- Miami, Boca West, King Street, number 11.

Get out!

Hey!

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

Come on.

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

Stop it! Stop it!

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

What doctor's office?

Where you tried to stick
the kid with this.

You want to tell me?

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.

Outpost to base. The
ransom is still there.

Thanks.

The ransom hasn't
been picked up.

- Don't worry.
- What if it's not just a kidnapping?

I've worked on many
kidnapping cases.

If they don't take it I
won't get my son back.

Don't make this any more
complicated than it is.

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

- What does my job have to do with this?
- It has everything to do with it.

Because you became famous,
we became the targets.

No matter what you think,
the only one who's

out there trying to get
Jack back is Frank.

- The chauffeur?
- You spoke to Frank Martin?

What the hell are you
doing talking to him?

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

We've found the boy.

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.
- Stay calm.

- It's my son!
- Let them work.

- Are you gonna sit and do nothing?
- They're experts.

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

Audrey!

Audrey!

Audrey!

Audrey!

Mommy!

Jack!

Are you Okay?

There you go, little buddy.

Breathe. Come on, breathe.

- You're the devil.
- I wish.

- Shit! Dimitri, you scare shit in me.
- Where is Sonovitch?

- In chamber.
- I need to speak with him.

Sit down! Listen Panasonic.
Is rap music, is good.

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

Shit!

- What are you doing?
- 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...

Izvinite. Open fridge.
Open the fridge!

Yes. Insurance policy.
How many you have?

Two doses. Enough for
Tipov and myself.

Tipov's policy cancelled.
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.
- You don't need it.

- But you injected me.
- With water.

- I'm not sick.
- You're not sick.

- Water.
- Water.

Son of bitch!

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

It's not for us.

One for you and one for the child.
_ Your devotion is touching.

My patience is about to run out.

- Tell me about the virus.
- Okay. What do you want know?

Everything. For
starters, what is it?

A recombinant retro-immune
double-polymorphing effluent.

The child will die. Anyone he breathes
on will die, and 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.
Now give me the vials.

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

Well, let's see if you can fly.

- 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.

- Call me if anything arises.
- Thank you, Doctor.

You know, Audrey,
all this has...

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

With Jack...

and with you.

- Are you Okay?
- Mr. Billings. We're running late.

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.

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

- Hello.
- It's me.

- Are you Okay?
- Go to your bedroom.

Hi, Susan. How are you?

I'm alone. Where are you, Frank?

Turn around.

Frank, you were wrong. It was a kidnapping.
Jack is fine.

Jack's been infected with a virus. Anyone
who comes into contact with him will die.

What are you telling me?

- Are you telling me 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.

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.

We have a guest.

- You're burning up.
- I'm Okay.

You gotta go. Go.

Don't move!

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

The govenor, delegates
from all over the world.

Just a second. Hello.

Jefferson, you can't
go to the conference.

Is everything all right? To
give him a deadly virus...

- Audrey, 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!

Mr. Billings, are you all right?

- I'm all right. Come on, let's go.
- You sure?

- 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. Alors.

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

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

Tomorrow, once these
bastards are out of the way

and their co-operation
agreements are dead and buried,

you know what the biggest
problem is going to be?

- What?
- Counting the money.

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

Aah. Gianni Chellini.

Hires himself out to anyone looking to make
trouble like the Red Brigade, Shining Path.

Someone accessed a database
on the 15th floor.

That's Gonzalez.
He's on vacation.

Was behind the hostage-taking of
the OPEC ministers in Geneva.

It was a nice piece of work.

- Give me an address.
- Miami, East Highland,

Pelican Drive, number 26900.

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

Thank you for the compliment.
Now I'm going back to sleep.

Hm. Maybe not.

- Bumbaclaat, man! Move out the way!
- Move over.

I'll do ya!

Mommy.

- Honey. You feeling better?
- A little bit.

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

Ma'am, are you all right?

Jefferson. Jefferson,
are you Okay?

Okay, do it.

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

How do we 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?
- The garage.

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

- So am I.
- Where are the reloads?

The garage.

Check the house. Go, go, go!

Get him! Get him!

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

Bye. Don't worry, baby. You're safe now.
You're safe.

You're so beautiful. Remind me
of my yellow poom-poom rider.

Don't move.

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

But then I'll 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.

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

It 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 thick on?

- You. Why?
- Oh.

That's the easy part. It's a
business deal, pure and simple.

I'm for hire to the
highest bidder.

In this case, the highest bidder
was the Colombian cocaine cartels

that wanted these pesky
lawmen off their backs.

You really think killing
all these politicians

is going to 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.

Oh, Lola.

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

Kill him.

Ciao, ciao.

- Don't even blink.
- What's in this for you?

Pleasure...

in killing you.

We're coming to you live from
the Key Biscayne causeway

where at least ten police cars are in hot
pursuit of a stolen red pick-up truck.

Oh, my. This is just nuts.
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.

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

We have a problem with the landing gear.
I need to land.

- Can we fly with the problem?
- Theoretically.

Then you'll land when
we get to Colombia.

Go and see if you can
lift it manually.

Sorry for the inconvenience.
Nothing to worry about.

Sorry, flight's been cancelled.

I'm sorry to inform you that
you have been cancelled.

Have a seat.

Relax.

Drink something. Let's
get to know each other.

I think I know everything
I need to know.

Shit.

Five points. What has eyes but
no ears, skin but no hair,

it's white inside
and brown outside?

- Mom?
- A worm?

- Wrong. Dad?
- A caterpillar.

- Wrong.
- A potato.

- May I help you?
- I was just leaving.

- Coconut.
- Wrong.

- A snake.
- Wrong.

- A peanut.
- Yuck!

- A hot dog.
- Wrong.

- That was fast.
- Yeah.

- Didn't want you to miss your plane.
- That's very thoughtful of you.

Check it out, my man.

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

I have something for you. Since
you never got to the beach.

Oh, you know, water's water, sand is sand.
Here, there - it's all the same.

Flight 069 to Paris.

Thank you, Frank. It was
an interesting vacation.

- What more could one ask for?
- Ah, 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.

Yeah.

I'm looking for a transporter.

I'm listening.