Transporter: The Series

[Sound of rapidly accelerating car, wheels squealing]

Was that necessary?

You said we were late.

Now, we're not.

Tell me about the client.

Stefan Novik.

A billionaire forced out of Crimea by the Russians.

What's his business with me?

His aide wouldn't say.

He insisted the two of you meet face to face.

Why did you agree?

He's paying your full fee, whether you take the job or not.

It's remarkably generous.

Or desperate.

- Mr. Martin? - Mm-hmm.

Please take a seat. Mr. Novik will see you shortly.

Thank you.

Ah...

Mr. Martin?

Dassin...

A pleasure.

My colleague.

Caterina Boldieu.

Enchanté.

Mr. Martin...

Monsieur Dassin...

Mr. Novik will see you now.

You know him?

He's a transporter.

I'm sorry, Mr. Martin,

Mr. Novik would like to see the two of you alone.

It's okay. Ms. Boldieu is with me.

I'm afraid Mr. Novik insists.

I'm afraid I do too.

Of course. Forgive me.

This way.

Please...

Sit down.

Thank you for coming.

Gentlemen,

Ms. Boldieu,

I know your time's precious,

so I'll get to the point.

This was my home,

in Sevastopol.

Before the Russians invaded

and I was forced into exile.

Next please.

This painting hangs upstairs.

It's by the great Crimean artist, Aivasovsky.

Quite beautiful, isn't it?

And quite valuable.

Not for the reason you think.

It's a forgery.

A spectrometer

reveals its true value.

Legal title to the nation's mineral deposits.

Hidden in the canvas.

The deposits are worth

3 billion US dollars,

but under new Russian law,

you need a certified document to prove ownership.

So, you see why it's vital I retrieve it.

Why two transporters?

All my wealth rests in that piece of paper, Mr. Martin.

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

I'm sorry Mr. Novik, but I don't engage in competitions.

This is not a competition.

Please.

You both have been paid, right?

And I will give

a one million dollar bonus

to whoever retrieves the title.

It's well worth it.

And if we both fail?

Quite simply?

I'd be ruined.

A man without country or resources.

As you can see, failure is not an option.

I'm sorry Mr. Novik, but

this job is just too high risk.

Surely not.

Crimea is under Russian occupation.

That piece of paper

makes me a $3 billion target.

You know that.

Or you wouldn't want to hire two men...

and pay them so generously.

Oh, I see.

I'm sure you'll be in good hands,

with Monsieur Dassin.

Good luck.

Madam.

Well...

What now?

Perhaps he needs to be approached differently.

This one's a convicted narcotics trafficker.

He wants safe passage from Mexico to the U.S.

No.

Right.

Four more drug dealers...

three packages, contents unknown...

two fugitives...

No.

That's all I got.

Guess I get a holiday then.

You tired?

It is what it is.

You want a challenge? You should've taken the job today.

Really?

Of course not.

You were right.

I didn't trust that guy.

It's late.

We've got an early flight tomorrow morning.

Good night.

Good night.

Good evening.

I apologize for coming unannounced.

I hope I'm not disturbing you.

I gave you my answer, Mr. Novik.

Yes, but...

this job has certain...

aspects...

you might want to be aware of.

Two minutes of your time, please?

Okay,

- come in. - Thank you.

The man now living in my house

is Vitaly Kunsdt.

The head of the Ministry of Internal Affairs.

Former KGB agent.

Not a very nice man, I'm told.

You're right.

A long list of people he's murdered or disappeared.

You might be familiar with this case.

The unexplained disappearance of Miss Zara Knight,

in Marseilles,

2011...

Are you investigating me, Mr. Novik?

Oh, please no.

Don't take offense, Mr. Martin.

It's a measure of how highly I value your work.

Those files I obtained from the Russian Ministry.

Obtained how?

Does it really matter?

I've had them translated for you.

It indicates

Kunsdt either ordered...

Mrs. Knight's abduction.

Or...

took her himself.

Why are you telling me this?

I know this case

is of a great personal importance to you,

Mr. Martin.

My only interest is in that title.

But,

if in the course of retrieving it,

something else should happen...

say...

the Minister were...

questioned...

or even killed, well...

That's not my affair.

This is the address

where Monsieur Dassin will depart in the morning.

I'd very much like you to be there.

Thank you.

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Frank...

Frank...

- Yes? - It's me.

- Hey. - Hey...

I changed my mind, I'm taking the Novik job.

What?

Left my things in the room, will you take them home?

You don't want me to come with you?

I'll call you if I need you.

Are you sure you're okay?

Fine.

Mr. Martin.

I see you've changed your mind.

Seems that way.

Damn, I'm good!

And you are?

Oh hey, yeah, I'm Jules...

Faroux, I'm Dassin's mechanic.

Frank Martin.

Nice to meet you.

I just adjusting the electronic control unit.

- These new systems are... - That's enough!

Right.

Mr. Martin...

I'm pleased to see you.

Forged passports,