Transporter: The Series

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There's Big News out in front of the pack by three lengths,

pushing early just beyond the second turn,

running hard to the rail.

Now with Daksha pulling around,

My Lucky Stars jolts to the inside.

Daksha will be at mid-pack as they race for the turn.

Stevens and Old Fashioned run,

but now it's Daksha, pulling up ahead!

Daksha's moving down the track.

Halibut is trying to close the gap.

Daksha's down to the 16, followed by Running Armstrong,

just to the outside.

Tries to get the right, but it's... Daksha! The winner!

Easy, easy, easy...

Easy.

How was he?

34 and change.

That's not good enough.

Yeah, it was good enough to win the Derby and the Preakness.

Yeah, but it's not good enough for Belmont. I mean,

that's such a long race. He's gotta have endurance.

Daksha's not back to peak yet.

Just a little tired, aren't you, baby?

He's more than tired, Ray, and you know it.

Just give him a chance to show you what he's made of.

Alice, you know it's vital that we win Belmont tomorrow.

Yes, of course.

So I need to know that you're gonna do your best

to bring home that Triple Crown.

Otherwise, I'm gonna find me a new jockey

faster than you can spit.

Great. I always ride to win. You know that.

You're gonna be making history,

for Daksha and for yourself.

Well... we hope.

Come on...

That's my girl, hm? I'll see you at breakfast.

- See you then. - See you later, Daksha.

Good boy. Good boy.

How'd you get out, huh?

Someone's in the barn. Stay with Daksha.

Okay.

The horses are loose in the barn. We need help.

Okay? We need help!

Frank, look.

- This is the stable. - I see.

Help! Help! Someone, help!

You know what this'll do to your face, little girl?

Okay?

Get the girl and the horse out of here!

Hey!

Let's go!

Mr. Martin.

Ray Henson.

- Talk about good timing. - My associate, Jules Faroux.

- Ma'am. - How are you?

How's the injured guard doing?

He's got a concussion, but the doctor said he'll be okay.

- How are you doing? - Fine, thank you.

I got round-the-clock security,

and still this bastard manages to sneak in here.

I'd be dead by now if you hadn't shown up. So would Daksha.

It was a pretty bold attack.

Yeah, well, they've already tried poisoning his feed,

leaving nails on the track, but now they're desperate.

Only 24 hours. Belmont.

Who's "they"?

I got my ideas, but I can't be certain.

- And your best guess? - Howard Vorchek.

He's a casino operator.

Pretty shady character.

What makes you think it's him?

If Daksha weren't in the race,

his horse, Snow Clash, would be favoured to win.

Whoever it was, someone's been sending

these threatening text messages to my phone all week.

Uh, I'd like to take a look at those messages.

I mean, we might be able to track them.

Chances are they're from a throwaway, but you never know.

Um, my phone's in the kit room.

Great.

Look, all that really matters

is that you get that animal safely to the track,

first thing tomorrow morning, Mr. Martin.

I'll do my best,

but I'd advise you to call the police.

That's exactly what Vorchek wants us to do.

Create controversy, distraction.

I'd say he's done enough of that already, Ms. Henson.

It's only another 24 hours.

We just need to keep our eyes on the prize.

Plenty of time for the police after.

So, you're, uh, a jockey?

Yeah.

That's cool. I didn't know there were many female jockeys.

Yeah, there aren't.

And I would be the first to win the Triple Crown.

Wow, that's... that's amazing.

You could say that.

Do you actually know what the Triple Crown is?

No.

Heh-heh, okay. It's when the same horse

wins the biggest three races of the year,

so it's Kentucky Derby, Preakness,

and Belmont Stakes.

That must be pretty hard to do.

Yeah, no one's done it in nearly 40 years.

But Daksha and I have got a shot.

Yeah, well, if anyone can get you there tomorrow, it's Frank.

He's that good, huh?

Yeah, and he's competitive, like yourself.

He doesn't like to lose.

Ah. Yeah, it was a throwaway, just like I thought.

Okay, whoa. That's good.

Course there's a horse trailer,

- but what's with the cargo truck? - It's a blind.

We'll be less vulnerable in two vehicles.

That makes sense.

How is he on a long journey?

Well, he doesn't much like them, but 12 hours should be okay.

It's gonna be longer than that.

What on Earth for?

Interstate's the shortest route, but it's not the safest.

Mr. Martin, he's got a race to run.

12 hours is about all he can take.

Can you stay with the horse while it's being loaded?

Yeah, sure.

- I need a word in private. - Okay.

This isn't like transporting a person or a package.

Yes, I get that.

Usually on a job I can take evasive action,

but on this one, I can't,

not without risking injury to the horse.

I was promised you would get him to the track, rested and ready.

I'll get him there, if you let me do it my way.

And what exactly is your way?

By not telling you or anyone else how I'm gonna do it.

Well, is there anything you can tell us?

That I'll get him there safe and sound.

You have any idea how much that horse is worth, Mr. Martin?

I'm told 10 million.

Three times that in stud fees if he wins tomorrow.

We will see you at Belmont Park tomorrow morning,

bright and early.

All set?

Yeah, ready to go.

You'll ride in the trailer with me, Ms. Butt.

- Okay. - Jules will take the cargo truck.

I'm counting on you, darling.

You take good care of our baby now.

Later.

Would've thought Daksha'd be upset after this morning.

So quiet back there.

Perfect passenger.

You're obviously devoted to him.

Yeah, well, Daksha's an incredible horse.

I've been training with him since he was a yearling, so...

He's pretty much my best friend.

Have you ever lost a package?

Not yet.

Do you ever ride horses?

I stick to cars.

Where's Jules going?

He's gone to run an errand.

It's about time.

Is that the guy from this morning?

Same vehicle.

- You don't seem surprised. - I'm not.

What are you gonna do?

Take him for a ride.

You can't outrun a 4x4 in this thing.

I don't intend to.

I don't understand.

Daksha!

Frank! Slow down!

You can't drive like this. You'll hurt Daksha.

Where's Daksha?

Well, well, well...

Why am I not surprised?

You know him?

Tommy Sans,

third rate talent, all-round son-of-a-bitch.

Nice to see you to, Ray.

What's your connection?

Used to train horses for my daddy.

Then he started taking bribes to throw races.

But this is low.

Even for you.

Wearing a mask over your head? Killing horses for a living?

No, not for a living.

Maybe for fun.

Christ.

Who are you working for, Sans?

No, no. Don't tell me.

All right, I already know. Howard Vorchek.

I'm not talking, except to the cops.

The cops?

Damn straight. You're the one who's breaking the law here,

holding me against my will. It's kidnapping.