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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.

Sh*t.

The patient's not cooperating.

Prep the vehicle.

Come on, hurry.

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

- 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.

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 b*tch.

- 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.

- All.

- 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 f*** 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.

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