Transporter: The Series

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Caterina Boldieu?

Who are you?

Room service.

- How many men with you? - None.

Seriously, how many?

You came here alone?

You're welcome, by the way.

I don't even know who you are.

A transporter.

A transporter...

Great.

What's a transporter?

Run now, talk later, okay ?

Thank you for saving my life.

Not yet, I haven't.

Your roommates miss you.

Do you have a plan?

Absolutely I have a plan.

You don't...

- do you? - Of course I do.

I'm making it up now.

Sit tight.

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What are you doing?

What's it look like?

Tell him to run.

Tell him.

He says,

"Run. You're about to die."

Tell him that this bridge can tolerate

a static load of two tons,

or 24 kilograms per meter square.

I don't think he's interested.

Just do it.

His vehicle weighs roughly 3,000 kilos,

exerting a static pressure of 75 kilos per meter square.

Which gives him about 32 seconds before a catastrophic failure.

Now you can thank me.

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Put the game away, Luca.

I'm almost done.

Your food is here, put it away!

Let him play.

You are teaching him bad manners.

I have to use the men's room.

Yeah.

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I have to go to the toilet, too.

You saw where Papa went?

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You must be Caterina.

Cat.

Ja, Dieter.

Oh...

She's a beauty.

'74?

Yes, right.

Last year they were made.

Only 1,000 left in the world.

You know your cars.

That's what he pays me for! Come in!

Ah, I see you've met.

What a lovely house you have!

It's a rental...

until my old one gets repaired.

Repaired?

What's wrong with it?

It's...

Blew up.

Last time I saw Cat,

she was being held for ransom by terrorists.

Your last name, Boldieu,

there's a French finance minister.

That's my father.

He hired Frank to come and get me.

I used to be an intel officer of the DGSE.

She's three times decorated for stopping

terror attacks on French soil.

Very impressive.

Now that Carl has left,

Cat's going to be working with us,

assessing risk, gathering intelligence.

Great idea.

I thought so.

You have an offer for me?

Came in last night.

Bernardo Marrone was a criminal court judge in Rome.

He was hearing a case against Roberto Rocco,

a Sicilian crime boss.

There's been threats, but Bernardo refused protection.

This was all over the news,

first Mafia hit on a judge in 20 years.

His son witnessed the crime.

Luca Marrone.

He's been in hiding with his mother, Laura.

And there's been an arrest:

Deszu Magyar,

a contract killer.

The boy's word is the only evidence against him.

And I'm supposed to drive him to the court?

He's in a secret location and

needs to testify on Monday morning.

Why not call the cops?

Or jump on a plane?

Too many corrupt elements in the police.

And if he got on a flight, it would alert border patrol.

Where is this secret location?

His uncle's summer home.

Oh, I've seen that place.

Outside Munich.

The family owns one of the biggest shipping companies in Italy.

Munich to Rome, 10-hour drive,

12 at most.

Your assessment?

I think you should pass.

What for?

You'd be a sitting duck for any corrupt cop looking at you.

If they check CCTV.

And they won't know my plate number,

or where I'm coming from.

You hired me to assess risk.

To assess it, not extinguish it.

the risk is too high.

I don't think so.

Frank...

The whole world knows

that boy needs to be in Rome on Monday.

Your point?

The bad guys will know you're coming.

And I will know they're waiting.

Leave hard copies of the map,

so I'll pick up the boy in the morning.

Don't be discouraged.

I didn't take this job to be ignored.

He needs you here,

more than he knows.

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Ha.

Brother.

Any news?

A transporter has been hired to take the boy to Rome.

I will not spend the rest of my life

rotting in this shithole.

That

will not happen.

Who's going to stop it?

You?

Your life

is in my hands.

I will not fail you.

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Martino Marrone.

My wife, Sofia.

Thank you for coming, Mr. Martin.

You can imagine how worried we have been.

He's not here out of the goodness of his heart.

He's a professional, paid to do a job.

Isn't that right, Mr. Martin?

I'll tell Laura you are here.

That's my nephew over there.

Lost in his games, as usual.

When my brother became a judge,

my wife and I were left running the family business.

Now he's dead.

Suddenly I'm taking care of his family, too.

Like you said, Mr. Marrone, I'm just here to do a job.

It's just you taking us?

That's right.

Is it safe?

I mean shouldn't we have armed guards or something?

A low profile is best.

We don't want to attract attention.

My son is everything to me.

I need you to promise he'll be safe.

I can't make promises.

But he'll be safe, I'll stake my life on it.

Could you talk to him?

I know he's too proud to say it but...

He is as scared as I am.

Are you the transporter?

Ah-hah.

They said you'll make sure nobody hurts me.

That's right.

You know, my father was killed too.

When I was a couple of years younger than you.

Did they find who did it?

No.

Never did.

But facing the man that killed your dad,

that takes balls.

You just said a bad word.

Did I?

You don't say "balls" to a kid.

Oh...