Transporter: The Series

"Sharks"

We live in strange times.

A man's word, what is it worth? To men of no honor, nothing.

I know what you're thinking.

- A million euros is a lot of money. - A lot of money.

Weapons sales is a cash business. You pay to play.

- So what's the deal? - Get the money to Marseille

by six o'clock tomorrow. Hire your best man.

Am I the only guy you've approached to do this?

Let's just say I've covered my bets.

- A race then? - Consider it an audition.

A million euros by six o'clock tomorrow.

Bring it to Marseille. Hire your best driver. When you make

the delivery, you'll receive the contract for the rocket shipment.

Just ensure that he gets there first.

Do whatever you want to do! But remember,

discretion is as important as making the delivery.

Frank Martin.

I'm bringing the car in. Not a scratch on it.

Hmm. It sounds to me as though you wish to drive the new car.

- It is my car. - But you hire me to keep

the car in the best possible condition. When you need them, they are ready.

- Do you need the new car? - Well, not specifically for work, no.

- So, I cannot let you drive it. - Dieter, don't make me demand my car.

Okay, first of all, is the car you are driving now

- in perfect shape? - It's pristine.

- No scratches, no ding spots? - I mean it. Pristine.

- Don't just say the word, if you don't mean it. - I'm telling you it is.

- Hey, give me that bag. - Hey, bitch!

- Give me that bag! - Just a moment, Dieter.

Give me the bag!

Do you gentlemen need something?

Frank? Hello?

Hmm. You're welcome.

Frank? Frank, are you all right?

- Yes, why? - I heard a commotion.

Ah, no, I was just helping a lady with her shopping.

- You wouldn't lie to me. - I've got to go.

You will not get the red car today.

- I know, Dieter, I know. - Bye bye.

? I get up at seven, yeah ?

? Then I go to work at nine ?

? I got no time for living, yeah ?

? I'm working all the time ?

? Seems to me I could live my life ?

? A lot better than I think I am ?

? I guess that's why they call me ?

? They call me the working man ?

? They call me the working man ?

? I guess that's what I am ?

: Okay, so a guy's driving down the road in the middle of nowhere

and he sees this other guy walking along carrying a bag. He offers him a lift

and after a while, he asks what's in the bag. And the guy with the bag says,

a bottle of whisky. I got it for my boss. And the guy driving says,

that's a good trade!

- What's so funny? - Oh, Frank,

you could give me some warning that you are here.

I didn't want to spoil your fun. What's the joke?

Okay. This guy goes to a store

and buys some whiskey for his boss, then, um, then he's

walking back and then, oh come on, I don't want to tell it.

I'm a mechanic and if you want jokes, then please go to the comedy club.

Oh, fuck. Shit!

- Oh fuck. - Not who you were hoping for?

- New girlfriend? - I met a lady.

- Where'd you meet her? - On the Internet.

Internet girl. Sounds sweet.

- She likes me. - Really?

- Sure she's a she? - I will see her today.

We are meeting for lunch.

Good. You'll meet her, see what she's like,

get a feeling for who she is...

- Any advices? - Lose the jeans.

I plan to, Frank.

I got a trip to Marseille for you.

- The pick-up's in Paris. - I'll be there.

- Carla. - It's a straight run.

Paris to Marseille. Delivery by 6 PM.

I'll be there. Dieter, I need the new car.

Oh, I am re-mapping this unit.

Until, you must ride, um... Trudi.

Man: Standard rate plus a 20,000 bonus.

- Okay. - All right. Meet me at the pick-up

- in one hour. To Marseille. - All right.

- The deadline's 6 PM. - No problem. I'll get it there.

- There's something else. - What do you mean?

Two other guys want the contract. And they're sending couriers as well.

That's bullshit. Fuck them.

Hey, maybe I beat these guys and take all the money myself.

- Bad news? - I got to make a run down to Marseille.

But I guess there's a couple of other guys doing the same job.

- You have competition? - Well, if you want to call it like that.

I know these guys; one of them's an old American alcoholic,

and the other one is English.

Can you imagine? An English driver?

- Can I come? - What for?

- I could use a trip to the country. - It's just driving.

- And you're going to be bored stiff. - What's boring about that?

Okay.

- You got something for me? - I was about to ask you the same thing.

- Just a quick run down to Marseille. - Last I heard, you were getting out.

Me, too. Probably my last go around.

- You on the same job? - That'd be a coincidence, wouldn't it?

I've been through this before. Somebody sets up a race.

Hires a few drivers, see who finishes first.

Same old bullshit.

Somebody's watching.

Pickup's changed. See you around.

- Yup. - Frank, got the package?

Yeah, and I wasn't the only one.

Pete O'Bannon was there, then got re-directed.

- As long as the cheques clear. - Don't try making me feel better.

I don't like competition. It brings out the worst in people.

Look on the bright side. You'll probably win.

Probably? Thanks for the optimism.

When you're back to the South,

you can take that nice new car for a drive.

Dieter keeps making sure I don't drive it.

- Maybe you need a new mechanic. - Goodbye, Carla.

So who is the competition you were talking about?

- I'm not supposed to talk about it. - I can keep a secret.

I'm not even supposed to let you ride along.

But you did. Come on, tell me something.

You gotta be smart. Smarter than the opposition. In fact...

...watch and learn.

Yes, hello. I'd like to report a drug trafficker.

Where is that?

Yeah.

I don't care how you do it. Get all the cases.

That prick Amir can kiss my ass.

We'll tell him one of the drivers jacked the others.

- Got it. - And the Jamaicans heard about

this run too, so they're going to be making their own play.

Okay. There's been a change in plans.

We're getting all the money now.

Well come on, motherfuckers.

What's the fucking problem? Let's go.

Oh, come on.

Get out of the car.

What's the problem, officer? I wasn't going that fast.

- Get out, please. - Would you mind telling me what this is about?

We received an anonymous tip that someone matching

your description was smuggling contraband.

An anonymous tip?

You see? English. Amateur.

- What's its' maximum speed? - I think this car has been altered.

- Sorry, we're in a hurry. - That's too bad.

Oh, shit!

- Yeah? - I caught you at a bad time?

What can I do for you, Inspector?

I was wondering... Do you have any couscous?

The couscous is in the kitchen pantry by the refrigerator.

Is there anything else I can help you with?

Yes. Your barbecue is wonderful.

You will have to tell me where you bought it.

I see you found the lock to the cabana.

Not exactly. Which reminds me.

The lock to your cabana is broken.

You really should get this lock fixed, Frank.

Frank? Frank?

Inspector, I'm going to have to get back to you.

Juliette?

Frank, thank God you're here. They had guns.

Nicolai tried to get away

- What happened? - I don't know.

- I think he's hurt. - What are you doing here?

Hey! If you don't mind, I'm going to need your briefcase.

- The briefcase. Let's go. - You already have a briefcase,

Nicolai. What do you need mine for?

I need yours because I lost mine.

Well, not exactly lost, more like taken from me.

Now you give me your briefcase, I complete delivery.

No one will know any different.

- Except you and I will know different. - I'm not going to say anything.

And if you do, well, you'll just look very unprofessional.

As unprofessional as you're going to look when I disarm you?

And how're you gonna manage that?

Well, you're standing about three feet away.

And since you're facing me full on, with your weight

on your front foot, you're going to be off-balance. Would you mind...

The fact that you're holding your gun so tight tells me you're not going

to shoot and, even if you do, chances are you're going to shoot wide.

- I'm going to enjoy this. - No. I guarantee you won't.

You're standing about three feet away from me,

your weight resting on your left foot.

Thank you.

Let me in. Look, I'm having a really bad day.

I've been carjacked, had guns pointed at me...

- Get in. - Thank you.

Buckle up.

So you haven't told me what you're doing out here.

- Nicolai's an old friend. - Some friend.

Maybe not so much anymore.

And you just happened to be riding with him when all this happened?

He offered me a ride to Marseille.

- I thought it might be fun. - Working out for you, is it?

- Everyone has a dark side. - Is that a fact?

Even you, I'm sure.

Sure as you were about it being fun to go to Marseille?

Put it down.