The Transporter Page #2

Just tell me:
Who did this?

- The transporter.

- The transporter's dead.

He's not.

You believe me?

I believe you.

And the police... they were here?

- You told 'em nothing, right?

- Right.

Of course.

You couldn't talk.

Yeah.

Let's keep it that way.

I picked them from the garden outside.

I hope you don't mind.

I didn't know if you like coffee or tea,

so I made both.

I hope you like... madeleines.

Try one.

Careful. It's hot.

Good?

Let me.

- I like it quiet in the morning.

- Yes, quiet in the morning. Me too.

I'm the same way. I like very quiet.

Sorry.

Are you looking for milk?

- There's milk at the door.

- Stay, stay. I'll go.

Hi.

- And you are?

- The new cook.

Is Monsieur Frank in?

Ah, Monsieur Frank.

- Is your invitation for coffee still open?

- Sure, come on, please. Sit.

- Madeleine?

- Homemade?

Yes. I'll bring some more.

My mother made fresh madeleines

every morning.

I smell them and my whole childhood

comes back in one big flood.

Like Proust. You ever read

Proust, Monsieur Frank?

- No.

- It's fantastic. Memory like a steel trap.

He would've been a great cop.

Real determined.

- Milk?

- Please, milk.

Thank you.

I used to have a memory like Proust,

like a filing cabinet up there.

I'd see something and remember it like that.

Like license plates. I could see a plate

and it was printed in my head.

Now I need all the help I can get

remembering whose plate

goes with whose car.

Like this one.

- That's mine.

- Ah, memories.

- So? Where's the rest of the car?

- I was hoping you could tell me.

- It was stolen.

- Stolen?

I went to Frejus to pick up a few things.

- When I came out of the market, it was...

- Gone. Did you report it?

It was the first on my list

of things to do today.

It's a long walk from Frejus.

How did you get home?

I brought him.

I saw him walking along the dark road.

A risky thing, picking up

a stranger on a dark road.

He had a kind face.

- I didn't see a car outside.

- It's in the garage.

May I see it?

Pretty nice car for a cook.

Some people have

a problem with the Germans.

They are too aggressive, they

take up the best beaches in summer,

they can't cook worth a damn.

I say, anyone makes such great cars

can't be all bad.

I would say you should work out

very well for Monsieur Frank.

Work out for both of us.

My intuition says this is probably

a good time for me to go file my report.

- Where's the rest of my car?

- Oh, yes, I almost forgot.

It was blown to pieces at a rest stop.

What's left of it is down at the lab.

They are trying to separate what was left of

the two cops in the trunk from the rest of it.

But you wouldn't know anything about that?

- No.

- Sorry to interrupt.

- Thank you for the coffee and the memories.

- Come back anytime.

- Would you mind walking me?

- No.

You have always been very quiet

about your business. I appreciate that.

This business at the rest stop,

it's not very quiet.

Would you like to tell me something

besides the stolen-car story?

If I had one, I would.

May I suggest that when the two of you

show up in my office after lunch,

that you have one -

a better one than you currently have.

You are the one he wants to see, not me!

- Quiet! Please. I have to think.

- You were supposed to think last night.

Last night I had nightmares.

About a girl who came into

my nice, quiet life, screwed it all up.

Everything she touched broke

and every move became a catastrophe.

OK, sorry.

I'm still wondering if I want to know

everything or nothing about you.

- What?

- It's the quiet.

I thought you liked quiet.

Not this quiet.

You OK?

- No.

- Good. Let's go.

Go, go, go!

No, don't stay there!

Give me your hand!

Come on!

Come on, get in!

Get in!

Lai, look, hang on. Do you wanna die? Get in!

Calm down, OK? Don't worry. You OK?

- Stay here. I'll be right back.

- No. Wait! Wait!

Put it on.

You OK? Sure? OK, let's go.

Frank? Is this your house?

Yeah, I guess.

I should mind my own goddamn business.

Simple rule, simple little rule.

There's gotta be some

dry clothes in this house.

"Don't open the package."

Nothin' but trouble,

you open the goddamn package.

Frank?

- What are you doing?

- Making up for the trouble.

- Wait, wait. Why are you making...

- No more questions.

Wait. I don't like it

when things get complicated.

You like things simple. Very simple.

I'm not so clear about the house. Could

you explain one more time? After I left...

We walked on the beach, had a swim.

- Where?

- Past the point.

- Anyone else swimming?

- No. Did you see anybody else swimming?

No, no one.

So, you took a walk,

had a swim on a beach

where no one else was swimming,

past the point where you can't see or

be seen from the beach on either side,

which makes witnesses

a little hard to come by.

That's the point of a romantic swim.

Who wants witnesses?

- And then?

- We came back to the house, found it on fire.

- Just like that? On fire?

- Yes.

The 5,000 rounds of spent ammo

my men found all around the house?

- Maybe they had the wrong house.

- Monsieur Frank,

people with this kind of firepower

do not make mistakes about who they visit.

- Who would want you this dead?

- I don't know.

- Any problems with a client?

- I don't have clients. I'm retired.

I live on my army pension, you know that.

You've had the facts

of who I am and who I was for years.

Any enemies you can think of?

People from the past?

I left the past behind when I moved here.

A past like yours you never leave behind.

- Commissaire?

- I'll just be a moment. Don't leave.

- What are you doing?

- Computers know everything.

- You just need a password.

- Are you nuts?

- We're in a police station.

- You always complain,

except when we make love.

Then you say nothing.

Hello. See?

- So, where will you be staying?

- I don't know.

Well, my cousin has a small hotel.

- Thanks, but we'll manage.

- Without money? It will be hard.

Here. It's not much,

but at least you won't go hungry.

Thank you.

- Where are you going?

- To see that guy.

- Good luck.

- One moment.

- You're not coming?

- No.

- But he blew up your car.

- I'll buy a new one.

- He burned your house.

- I'll rebuild it.

- He tried to kill you.

- As far as he knows, he succeeded.

Some advice... I don't know what you're into,

but whoever wanted you dead thinks you are.

You have a free pass to start over.

Here's the advice: Start over!

There are 400 people dying

in a container on a ship.

My father.

My sisters.

The ship arrives today.

They will make my father a slave.

The only one who knows

the container number is that guy.

- You're very good.

- What do you mean?

From the moment you saw those pictures

in my house, you set me up to get involved.

Breakfast, giving the excuse to the cop

to help me, one lie after another.

- Not everything is a lie.

- Name one thing that isn't.

What happened in the house between us,

that was not a lie.

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