Transporter: The Series

Tell me about the client.

Dassin...

Mr. Martin.

- You know him? - He's a transporter.

Why two transporters?

I need to be sure at least one of you will succeed.

The man now living in my house ordered Miss Knight's abduction.

She was a UN diplomat. I think they were in love.

No one knows.

She simply vanished.

You go with it. I'm staying.

To find Kundst?

You know whose plan this was, Frank?

It was outside the peace conference.

Zara Knight, is she alive?

The minister wasn't involved in the disappearance of Zara.

Dassin was.

He was there the day she disappeared.

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Move it!

Did you drop in at the gallery, darling?

Yes I did. There was a problem with the new girl.

- Is there? - Yeah.

She's just not who she said she was.

Very disappointing...

Brandon and Veronica Miller.

Yes, Mr. and Mrs. Miller.

Please sign in.

I'll let Mr. Darcy know you're here.

... Left-handed, Frank.

- And your photographs, please. - Is that necessary?

I'm afraid it is, ma'am.

- There's no privacy anymore. - Don't worry...

I'll erase the jpegs as soon as she prints them out.

There they go.

There you are.

Thank you.

- Mr. and Mrs. Miller? - That's right.

Oswald Darcy. It's a pleasure to finally meet you.

How was your flight from Zurich?

Sorry, Mr. Darcy, but we're on a very tight schedule.

Of course. Please, this way.

Okay... you guys are lookin' good.

Mr. Miller, I need your hand scan.

You don't take any chances, do you, Mr. Darcy?

No, we don't.

Shit!

A hangnail...

Here we are, Mr. and Mrs. Miller.

May I offer you some coffee, tea?

No, thank you.

I'll leave you alone.

Thought he'd never leave.

They're stunning.

Client will be happy to see them returned.

Good fakes.

Let's hope so.

May I help you?

Mr. and Mrs. Miller.

Mr. Darcy's expecting us.

Mr. Darcy?

Oh shit!

Now what?

Chip a tooth?

No, no, no, they're not supposed to be here for another hour.

Crap!

Where are they?

At reception... by the manager.

This is awkward.

May I see their IDs, please?

Silencing the alarm.

Cat's taking the emergency exit.

Aren't you coming?

Then they'd follow both of us.

- I'll keep them busy. - How?

I'll improvise.

Okay, you're clear. Cat?

Yes, Jules, I heard you, Jules.

C'mon, c'mon!

Get to the vault.

Be careful.

I say, you couldn't point me in the direction of the restroom?

That way? Much obliged.

Elevator's just there, to your left, Frank.

Shit!

How does it look?

Not good.

They've pushed the call button for the 16th floor.

You've got 9 more floors.

When those doors open, Frank, you're toast.

Yeah?

The elevator shaft goes nowhere, Frank.

You don't say?

How's it looking?

Not great.

Roof's a dead end, Frank.

Good thinking.

Shit, shit, shit...

What have you got for me?

I'm sorry, Frank. I got nothing.

- Oh my God! - Holy crap!

Go, Frank, go!

He made it!

Awesome!

What do you even need us for Frank?

- All good? - Tutto bene.

Here's your drink.

Zara!

Zara?

Frank.

Feel like talking?

I want to.

Don't know where to start?

I'm not convinced it will end up right.

Take your time.

If I never gave you the reason I left,

would you let it go?

Is that what you want?

Right now, yes.

What're you afraid of?

- Was it me? - Of course not!

Not of you, never of you.

I can't say right now.

You want me to let that go, too?

Yes...

For now.

I can help you if you'll let me.

You always think you can fix it.

But some things can't be fixed, Frank.

I have to go.

Okay.

You'll never change, will you?

Well, I won't be looking for you anymore.

I consider that a change for the better.

8 o'clock.

The Weslodge Saloon.

I'll be there.

I'm glad you found me.

Have I?

See you tonight.

It's Frank.

- Where are you? - Is Jules there?

Right here, boss.

I need to locate a vehicle using police CCTV.

Can you do that?

Yeah, of course, what's the plate number?

It's a New York license.

November Uniform Victor 648 Echo.

I recognize those plates, Frank.

You do?

It belongs to my old boss, Olivier Dassin.

Frank, you saw Dassin?

Just tell me where I can find him.

Can you identify those men?

I can try accessing the FBI's Facial Recognition Database.

Oh wow, not nice guys.

Armand Burton, ex-military contractor turned arms dealer.

And the other man?

Looks like he's Burton's muscle.

A mercenary by the name of Calvin Pettit.

And Burton's client list?

All the worst.

Authoritarian regimes from Syria to the Sudan.

- What about the Ukraine? - Yeah, that too.

Dassin led you to the former Ukraine.

To Crimea.

Promising information on Zara Knight.

Is that her with her back to camera?

I have to go.

- Where? - I have an appointment.

- I'll back. - You didn't answer my question.

I'd tell you if you needed to know. You don't.

I'm sorry I ran out on you.

You're never late.

Well, I had to be careful getting here.

Afraid Dassin might see you?

You followed me this afternoon.

Of course I did. You knew I would.

So stop lying and tell me why you're afraid of Dassin.

I'm not afraid of him.

Lie to me again, I'll walk out the fucking door.

You're hurting me!

Please...

I'll tell you everything.

When I met you,

when we fell in love...

you know I was negotiating a peace settlement.

What you don't know is that an arms dealer was selling

to both sides.

Burton.

Burton.

Peace would've cost him billions.

You never failed in a negotiation in your life,

so he got to you.

He said he'd kill me.

And you.

Why didn't you tell me?

If I'd told you,

you would've fought him with everything you had.

- Maybe. - Maybe?