Transporter 2

I'm so sorry. Can you help me? My tyre...

Sorry. I have an appointment. I don't like to be late.

Well, would you rather be late or dead?

- You don't want to do this. - Step out of the car.

Whoo! Let's go, fellas!

Come on, baby! Yes!

Take it easy. The car's brand-new.

- No problem, buddy. I got this. - Baby, let's ride. Time to go.

- Your parents know the company you keep? - Shut up.

This shit ain't working. - It's coded.

- What's the code? - I can't give you that.

We'll have to beat it out of you. Get out the car.

Come on, man. What you got for me?

Kick your ass!

Hold on.

It just came out of the dry cleaner's.

Hands up. Stop moving or I will shoot you.

Don't you have homework to do?

- Why don't you go and do it? - OK. I'm sorry.

Late.

Hey! Hey!

- The game, the game, the game! - What's the first rule on entering a man's car?

- Respect a man's car, a man respects you. - Rule number two.

- Greet the man. Good afternoon, Frank. - Good afternoon, Jack.

- Can we play the game? - I should think you'd be tired after school.

- You're afraid I'm gonna win. - You'll be too worn out to do your homework.

- It's Friday. I don't have any homework. - In that case, the game.

- Yes! - But first, what's the third rule of the car?

Good.

Five points. I'm white, I'm round, but I'm not always around.

- A tennis ball? - Tennis balls are yellow.

Four points.

Sometimes I'm half, sometimes whole. Sometimes a slice is all you know.

- A loaf of bread? - No.

Three points. Sometimes I'm light, sometimes dark. Sometimes I'm both.

- I know. A light bulb. - No.

- A pizza! - No.

Audrey. Audrey! Stop walking away from me.

Listen, we've got to finish this conversation.

Where's he going?

OK, look at me. Last clue for all the points.

Everyone wants to walk on me, but only a happy few ever have.

Take your time.

- Hey, bud. - Shh! Mom, it's the game. I'm trying to think.

- Sorry. Hey, Frank. How are you today? - Well, Mrs. Billings.

- Can I team up with Mom? - I don't know. It's not in the rules.

Come on. What's the point in having rules if you can't bend 'em?

- OK. Just this once. - Yeah!

All right. Give me some clues.

It's round, but not always around. It's light sometimes, dark sometimes, or both.

Everyone wants to walk on it, but only a happy few ever have.

- That is a hard one. - Tell me about it.

- The moon! - Correct.

Good job. All right. Come on.

- See you Monday. - Bye, Frank. Thanks.

- Keep your snacks in the kitchen. - Bye, Mom.

He's really taken to you in the month you've been with us.

- Likewise. - Too bad you can't stay on when Tony's back.

It was just a favour. I don't usually do this sort of a job.

I thought you were a professional driver.

A different kind of driving.

Well, we're all gonna miss you when you're gone.

And...

thank you for what you did.

For what?

For turning the car around so that Jack wouldn't have to see us fighting.

- You really know kids, don't you? - I know fighting.

He hasn't seen Jack in months,

and when he gets back, all I hear is what I'm doing wrong.

You'd think that after being separated for a year that he would...

I'm sorry. You don't have to hear this.

It's OK. For what it's worth, I think you're doing a great job with Jack.

Thank you.

Any time I can be of help, if there's anything you need.

That's really sweet of you, Frank.

I might have to take you up on it.

I almost forgot. I'm supposed to take Jack to the doctor tomorrow morning for a checkup,

but I'm organising a party for him, even though his birthday's not until next week.

So, while I decorate and his friends arrive, I was thinking, if you wouldn't mind...

- I'll take him. - I feel funny cutting into your weekend.

I'm just picking up a friend at the airport later on in the day.

- That's nice. - What is?

The guys on security say you're a bit of a loner. Um...

- So it's just nice to hear you have a friend. - He's not really a friend.

He's French.

I'll call you back.

Audrey. I'd like to finish our conversation.

If anything comes up before then, you have my cell.

- Nothing will come up, Mrs. Billings. - Audrey.

Audrey.

- Yeah, hello? - Confirmed for tomorrow. 9 a.m..

Tomorrow, 9 a.m.. Only change - the driver'll be taking him, not the mother.

Even better.

Vasily?

- Is it stable? - Yes, it's stable.

And the antidote?

See you tomorrow.

The drug-enforcement ministers of six Latin American countries

arrived in Miami for a summit meeting...

Yeah. Martin, Frank. 1156 Palmeadow.

I'm waiting for an express delivery. That's what you told me 45 minutes ago.

I don't need anything else. Just the pizza.

- I'm not paying for that... - Hi.

Hi.

So, it's one medium pie, no mozzarella, extra olives and extra anchovies,

which amounts to $11.95.

- I hope you're hungry. - You have no idea.

I apologise for the delay, sir.

Mrs. Billings.

Audrey. Audrey.

- What are you doing? - What does it look like I'm doing?

- Have you been drinking? - A little.

You said if I needed anything.

- I can't. - Why? Because of who I am?

Because of who I am.

I feel so lost. So confused.

Who isn't?

Thank you, Frank.

For the time and...

your respect.

I think it's what I needed the most.

Bye.

- Am I gonna get a shot? - I don't know.

- Jeez. We're not open yet. - I need to see the doctor immediately.

Right. Dr. Koblin, if you'll come out here, please. We have an issue.

You'll have to state the medical problem.

Actually, my problem's not medical. It's psychological.

Yes, Laura. What seems to be the problem?

Me.

I hate shots.

Number one, there's no guarantee you're getting a shot.

There's no sense getting worked up over something that might not happen.

- Give me the news. - Doctor said I'm cured.

- Frank, it hurts a lot. - I'd never let anyone hurt you a lot.

- Promise? - You know my fourth rule?

Never make a promise you can't keep. Come on.

Close the door.

Come on.

- May I help you? - Jack Billings to see Dr. Koblin.

He's out sick today. He'll be seeing Dr. Tyberg.

- I like Dr. Koblin. - Don't worry. Dr. Tyberg's very nice.

Just take him into room 3.

- Where's Laura? - Who?

- You're standing at her desk. - That Laura. She's out sick too.

There's a lot of flu going around. Now, come on. Doctor's got a busy day.

Come on. It'll be over before you know it.

Hey, hey!

I'm Dr. Tyberg.

Can't I wait for my doctor?

Your doctor was called away on an emergency.

- The nurse said he had the flu. - That was the emergency.

He came down with flu, very quickly. So, the sooner we start, the sooner we finish.

Come. I show you something very cool.

I'm sorry. Doctor-patient privacy in room.

You can wait in reception area, or glass of water, or...

Hey, trust me. I am doctor.

Please. It's phone.

- Yeah? - Allô, allô. Frank? I am here.

- You're early. - Yeah, we had fantastic tailwinds.

Put two hours on my vacation, just like that.

From now on, it's the only way I'm flying. Tailwinds or nothing.

Glad you made it.

Hello. Sorry, Dr. Dunietz is not in today. Call back Monday.

I'm a little tied up. You mind taking a cab? You have the address, yes?

Oh, thank you. I heard the fish down here is fantastic. I could make us a bouillabaisse.

You like bouillabaisse, Frank, no?

I gotta go.

Frank!

Maybe we'll wait for his regular doctor.

It's important that he receives immunisations.

- I'm sure. But a week won't make a difference. - No, we're doing it now.

Get going, Jack!

Look at me. Look at me.

- Remember my promise? - Yes.

- It's... It's me! - Get out!

Frank.

Shit.

The patient's not cooperating. Prep the vehicle.

Come on, hurry.

Don't worry. Everything's gonna be OK.

- Freeze! Put your guns on the ground! - Get down!

- Si. - They got away.

- Cazzo! - Plan B?

Yes. Plan B.

Oh, you made it.

- Oh, what's that? - Jack's birthday present.

Baseball uniform, cleats, glove and a bat.

- It's his favourite sport. - It was. Last year.

He's on a soccer team now. He's good.

- You know, you should see him sometime. - Hello.

- Mr. and Mrs. Billings! They're coming! - Hide, everyone. Hide!

- Yes. - Good morning, Mr. Driver.

- Who is this? - Look in your rear-view mirror and you'll see.

I know what you're thinking. Bulletproof glass.

So tell me, in your experience - which judging from the performance you put on in the office

goes way beyond driving children to school -

does bulletproof glass stop a 7.62 armour-piercing round?

Frank, why have you stopped the car?

Don't look, they are triangulated over 300 feet away.

Frank, pick up.