The Transporter Refueled Page #4

hit the brakes now.

No, he said don't touch anything. No!

Anna!

Stop the car!

Anna, do it now!

- I can't do it!

- I can try.

Hit the brakes! The gate!

Hurry up!

- Hold on tight.

- Oh, God.

No! No!

Seriously?

We're late.

My dad hates it when I'm late.

What are we waiting for?

It's almost 6:
00 a.m.

Well, the captain's

on his way, Mr. Yuri.

We'll be off as soon

as regulations permit.

Oh, God.

Good morning, sir!

Good morning, Mr. Yuri.

Who are you?

I'm your pilot, Captain Martinet.

Captain Guesdon's replacement.

What the hell is this?

Well, this is embarrassing.

I'd assumed that he told you.

Um, he's sick. Food poisoning.

Oysters, I believe he said.

Call him up.

Hello, Mr. Yuri.

I'm told you are sick, Guesdon.

Yes, oysters.

The pilot who has come in your stead,

you vouch for him?

Yes, I highly recommend him.

He is a decorated pilot.

Okay, well, feel better.

Thank you.

I want to be in the air

as soon as possible.

We shall do our very best, sir.

This is the captain speaking,

we are cleared for take-off.

Good morning, Air Star 669.

Please wait for take-off clearance.

Would you like something

to drink, Mr. Yuri?

Champagne? Orange juice?

Ah, well, champagne is good.

Champagne, coming right up.

Leave us. Go away.

Your champagne, Mr. Yuri.

Thank you.

Would you like anything else?

Yeah, tell the pilot to get a move on

and then come and keep me company.

Sure.

Electrical board checked,

yaw dampers on and operating.

Rudder trimmer checked.

Ready when you are, Captain.

Proceed to main runway.

Good morning,

this is the captain speaking again.

We are third in line for take-off.

Please fasten your seat belts.

We should be in the air momentarily.

Finally.

What the hell?

Hello?

Hmm.

3-1-0-5.

Yes!

Air Star 669.

Please make your way to the main runway.

And wait to be cleared for take-off.

Thank you, Air Traffic Control.

Oh, hang on. We have an alert.

It's probably just a blown fuse.

Probably just a blown fuse?

It's no wonder you're still

in that bloody chair!

Air Star 669 to tower.

We're gonna have to run...

We're good. Let's get off this plane.

Air Star 669 to tower...

Tower to Air Star 669, do you copy?

I repeat, do you copy?

This way!

Tower to Air Star 669,

hold your position!

Mr. Yuri! Everything okay in there?

Mr. Yuri?

Sir!

I was talking to your friend Gina.

There's a huge aerospace industry

in the Pays Basque region.

What?

In the Pyrenees.

Don't worry. Never mind!

Call security immediately.

Don't say it.

How can you be late?

What kind of Special Forces were you?

Where are you, Dad?

Listen, there's been a complication, son.

We're trapped.

We're in the main

compartment cargo area.

Do you have any idea

how to get us out of here?

Are you towards the front wheel?

No, no, it's the main cargo hatch.

Stop the plane!

I repeat, stop the plane!

Climb in the back.

I'm gonna need you to count for me.

Okay, I'm going to count to five

and you're going to jump.

What do you mean, jump?

What? No! We can't jump!

Junior!

- Five!

- Five!

- Four!

- Four!

- Three!

- Three!

- Two!

- Two!

- One!

- One!

How bad is it?

It's really bad!

Take the scarf and put pressure on it!

It's not working, we need a doctor.

If we don't outrun these guys, we're

gonna need a bloody good lawyer too.

Tower to Air Star 669,

you are going to crash.

Do you copy? 669, do you copy?

I repeat, you are going to crash.

You need to stop the engine right now!

- Wake up!

- If you hear me,

you need to pull the emergency brake!

It's the trigger on your right.

- Yeah, yeah, I see it.

- Do it now!

- She's convulsing!

- What do we do?

You hold on!

- You see the building, Junior?

- I do.

Well, planes tend to move,

buildings tend to stand still.

- That's what I'm counting on.

- No, no, no, no!

I see what you're thinking.

- And?

- I hate it!

- Holy...

- What the hell?

The unidentified vehicle

has just entered the main terminal.

Come on!

Frank!

Okay, hold on. Yeah, okay.

You gotta help her.

Don't look at me. I did my part.

I got you there and back.

Now, give me the antidote.

Frank!

She can bleed out for all I care.

Junior!

Once the deal is set,

the deal doesn't change.

The deal was my time for the antidote.

There is no antidote!

Excuse me?

It's just water in the vial.

There's nothing in his beer.

We made it up.

So he's not gonna die?

Not from poison.

Be a dear and get me

some rags and water, would you?

Look, the bullet is still in there.

If we don't get it out and the bleeding

doesn't stop she is gonna die.

All right, we've wasted enough time

getting here already.

We all agreed. No doctors.

No. No, we can't just let her die.

We knew it would be dangerous.

Okay, no doctors.

Let's help her ourselves.

Can you pass me that bottle, would you?

Dad, you...

Dad, you can't...

Don't worry, son. It's focus for me.

Okay, here's the water.

Oh, thanks, love.

"Love"?

You know, she's from

Pays Basque. Pyrenees.

Dad, that's great, Dad.

Can you get something

to raise her leg up, please.

See if you can find some perfume,

some tweezers

and if there's any sugar around.

Okay.

What do you want me to do with it?

All right. Take the rod off

one of those clothes racks

and wrap this around the end.

What to do? To do what?

And swab all the corners of the room.

See how many cobwebs

you can get on there.

- Cobwebs?

- S'il vous plat.

Here.

You handle a lot of triage

in your time as a sales rep?

What can I tell you?

Those boys at Evian, they play rough.

You could use the vodka.

Don't be ridiculous, son.

That's a waste of good vodka.

Right, now listen.

She may look like she's out cold, right?

But she's gonna feel this.

I need you to hold her down.

- Okay.

- All right.

Sorry about this, Maria,

but it is the only way.

- You got it?

- It's...

Hurry with the cobwebs!

- All right, thanks.

- Yeah.

What does that do?

The sugar disinfects the wound

and cobwebs coagulate the blood.

It's not exactly the Cleveland Clinic,

but it's going to keep her alive

until we get her patched up properly.

Put some pressure on that,

would you, Junior?

You're okay. Shh, you're okay.

No one's dying today.

Look who's there.

Same girls, different outfits.

How did this happen?

One second everything is fine,

the next I wake up on the floor.

It's some kind of

medical grade anesthetic.

They switched the tank

for the fog machine.

One part I can't quite

figure out though is

why your girls would rob me.

Don't be ridiculous.

Just the same as I heard they robbed

Turgin's safe deposit box.

You can't think

I had anything to do with this.

I'm not sure what to think.

But it appears that someone else

is working with them.

You and he know each other, if I recall.

It's Yuri.

Da.

Of course not.

I'll get to the bottom of it.

Yuri got hit as well.

Another Coeur Bris.

Awfully convenient, don't you think?

Two of us get robbed by your girls

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