Transporter 2 Page #4

For you and everybody else.

For you now.

We have a guest.

- You're burning up.

- I'm OK.

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?

- All.

- 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, OK?

Ma'am, are you all right?

Jefferson. Jefferson, are you OK?

OK, 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 b*tch 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.

Sh*t.

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.

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