[announcement in French]
It's a briefcase.
The contact is on her way.
- She'll call you Mr. Smith.
- Mr. Smith?
- Really?
- I don't make this stuff up,
Frank.
I think you do.
I think you do it on purpose.
- Of course I don't, Frank.
- Bye, Carla.
[announcement in French]
- Sorry, but--
- Hotel Saint Louis.
Stay off the Périphérique.
Cool? Go.
I'm not a taxi, and I'm not
going to the Hotel Saint Louis.
OK. Taxi, limo, whatever.
Let's roll; I'm late!
I'm sorry, but your
punctuality is not
a priority for me.
Make it a priority.
Yes, Frank?
How many minutes
till the package drop?
- Three and 20 seconds.
- Thank you, Carla.
Can you run a timer
on the dash screen?
You'll be glad to know
you just became my priority.
Good.
[car starting]
Let's go.
- [tires screeching]
- Oh!
Uh...
Ow!
Ah!
Ow! Slow down!
- [tires screeching]
- Just relax! Ah!
[tires screeching]
Whoa!
Ow!
No!
Oh, OK.
Have a nice day.
[announcement in French]
Mr. Smith?
Destination?
- Hotel Saint Louis.
- Hotel Saint Louis it is.
[phone ringing]
Dieter. I was going
to call you.
Ah, Frank. I am very upset.
You said you would have the car
- back in Nice yesterday.
- I'm in Berlin.
Something came up
at the last minute.
Ah, listen, the car is not
for picking up girls.
Isn't that what you
use it for?
Come on, Frank,
what do you think who I am?
Do you really want me
to answer that question?
What about that Italian
waitress? Or the American
with the short hair?
The American was interested
in the new model.
- What was that
about a new model?
- Come on, Frank. The car.
Are you all right?
Fuck me.
- Frank bloody Martin.
- Friend of yours?
A long time ago.
OK, Dieter, I'll have it
back by tomorrow night.
Oh, I almost forgot.
The software is installed
in the new car.
- It's ready to drive.
- OK, I'll have it back
- by tomorrow afternoon.
- Hurry home.
We miss you, Frank.
Five o'clock at the latest.
- Sergei's here.
- Eh?
Sergei's here.
Right.
- [elevator ding]
- Sergei, mate!
Buy you a drink?
[cell phone beeping]
Run and get yourself
a drink, love.
Go on. Chop, chop.
Fuck me. Women, eh?
Can't live with 'em,
can't slice 'em up
and feed 'em to the cat.
Anyway, it's nice of you
to come in person. I'm honored.
Jimmy, we work together
for two years now.
Everything has gone smoothly.
I am on the whole
- quite happy.
- What do you mean,
on the whole?
The problems in Geneva.
Fuck me. Listen,
that bloke was shooting
at us, right?
- Let's make that clear.
- I understand, I understand.
Nonetheless,
the Serb died,
and we attracted some
unwanted attention, right?
Right. Point taken.
It won't happen again.
You should know there are
people who don't want me
to use you.
- Is that right?
- Yeah.
Would you like me to talk
to these people?
No.
Just giving you a fair warning.
There're not going to be
any problems, right?
Right. You can rely on me.
I mean, fuck, you know that.
Yeah, I know.
I know, Jimmy.
Five million dollars
pure heroin.
The usual place. The man
who brings the money
only drives Audi.
English.
All right.
Got it, mate.
Me and the boys, uh,
we've got you covered.
- [cell phone ringing]
- You better.
- Come on, let's go upstairs.
- I haven't finished my drink.
Then bring it with you,
darling.
I was going to order
another one.
What the fuck is
the matter with you?
Have you never heard
of fucking room service?
Which is what I want some of
right now,
so get the fuck upstairs.
That's it.
Oh, fuck, yeah.
Ah, yeah. Come on.
Fuck...
Ah, yeah. Ah, fuck, you like
a little English, don't you?
Hey? Want some more?
- Yeah.
- Oh, fuck. Go on.
- It's really great.
- Ah, fuck.
Come on, a bit faster.
Come on. Come on.
Come on. That's it.
Oh, fuck me. Come on, yeah.
That's it. That's it. Ah.
Oh!
Oh, fuck.
Oh, oh, get off.
Get off.
Oh, fuck, that's better.
Oh. Fuck me.
Oh, fuck.
Mmm.
So... you know that guy
you saw earlier?
Who is he?
What do you want to know
about him for?
He drives a really nice car.
Does he, now?
And how the fuck
would you know that?
He came into the hotel
last night.
And where was I?
Drunk, in the bar.
What kind of car did he drive?
Did you notice?
- Audi.
Frank fucking Martin.
The connection is
Frank Martin.
Sergei hired Frank
for this job.
Who is he?
Tell me.
We can get drunk and you can
fuck me again later.
Yeah?
[chuckles]
You know what, Adelyne?
I like you.
You're simple.
You've got simple tastes.
A bedtime story you want,
a bedtime fucking story
you're going to get.
Right.
Six years ago,
Frank and me, we was
in the same SAS unit
in the queen's bloody army.
We started this little...
...firm, if you like--
an extraction squad.
We'd go into the nastiest
fucking places,
places nobody else would
dare go into,
and we'd pull people out
who needed pulling out--
journos, politicians, the like.
We was on this one job...
Right, and Frank's just cool
as a cucumber.
He's just standing there
watching this geezer,
fucking ice in his veins,
you know what I mean?
That's what makes you
the best, Frank.
Finished, Jimmy?
Sorry, mate, I was just,
you know, fucking entertaining
the troops. Sorry.
Having a laugh.
Go on, then.
This is the pickup.
We'll meet him
at the warehouse,
tomorrow at midnight.
Who is he, Frank?
He's clean. And the local
warlord wants him dead.
- Who's paying the contract?
- The French.
The French. Political, then.
I don't know, Jimmy.
It's the same as the other jobs.
We pick him up, and we get him
across the border.
Oh, we're a fucking
escort service now?
You don't have to come.
You know that.
- You'll still get your cut.
- Frankie, Frankie, mate.
If you think I'm gonna leave you
by yourself in that
fucking shithole...
Never happen, mate.
Never. I would never
abandon you. On my honor.
I got a question, though.
Why a warehouse?
- Normally it's a public place.
- He's in hiding.
Internal Security is after him.
I don't like it either.
- But he's one of the good guys.
- So we took the job.
And we don't change the deal.
Now you boys get some sleep.
I'm going to find us a van.
All right?
So we went back
the next night.
It was an easy fucking job,
go in, pick up the old geezer,
get him to Turkey.
As soon as we ID the package,
I come out and get the van.
Devon, you and Miles secure.
Jimmy, you've got the package.
Dave, you're covering
the inside, you come out last.
Yeah? Got it?
OK, let's move.
I don't know, Jimmy.
It doesn't feel right.
What's the matter?
Lost your bottle, Frank?
We have to think
of the package and the others.
If the cops know we're
in there, we ain't making it
back to the van anyway.
- Coming in, lads. Clear?
- [radio] Clear.
[insects chirping]
Clear.
Christ.
Looks like the package needs
a little help, Frank.
I'm coming through that door.
I'll get the van.
All right. We need to make
sure it's all clear.
I'm going to go check
upstairs.
- All right. Dave, go with him.
- All right.
I'll check back here.
Dev, go get the door
so Frank can get the van in.
Hello, sunshine.
Having a kip? Hey?
He's dead!
It's a fucking setup!
[bullets deflecting]
Fucking marvellous!
- Miles! Where's Dave?
- He's shot!
Make a move! Come on!
Devon, get in!
- [bullets deflecting]
- Jimmy!
I'm a little fucking busy,
Frankie!
Jimmy, you've got to make
a fucking move!
- Fucker!
- [man] We got him! Move in!
- [man] Go! Go! Go!
- Jimmy! Come on!
I'll cover you!
I'm fuckin' pinned down!
Don't fuckin' leave me, Frank!
[man] We've got him!
Stop the van!
Jimmy, we gotta go
or we're all fucked!
[bullets deflecting]
Don't fuckin' leave me!
Frank!
Fuck you! Fuck!
Frank!
[men grunting with effort]
Frank!
And he just left me there.
Do you know how long...
I spent in that shithole?
And there he is
just walking about town,
like nothing
fucking happened.
Jack the lad.
Top of the fucking world.
What are you going
to do now?
I'm going to seize
the tactical advantage.
I'm going to kill two birds
with one stone.
[bird squawking]
[birds chirping]
That's it, Frank,
hand it over to him.
- There's a good boy.
- So, give me the case,
and we'll both be on our way.
The deal is I take that case
to another location--
Shut up.
- [gunshot]
- [man grunting]
[vehicles approaching]
[man] He's got the money!
Jimmy.
Hello, Anton.
Nice job, son.
This should help you get
out of town fast.
- Sergei can't find out.
- Who's gonna tell him?
[man] Ahhh!
[gunshot]
Move and you're
fucking dead.
Let's go.
[vehicles driving off]
[Jimmy] What did I tell ya?
Piece of cake.
It was Frank! Frank!
You didn't tell me
we'd be setting Frank up!
Easy, mate. Calm yourself.
The job needed to be done.
If I'd told you, you wouldn't
have gone through with it,
- now, would ya?
- Damn right. He was one of us!
Yes, was one of us, Dev!
Do I have to remind you how
he turned his back on the team?
This has got nothing to do
with Frank turning his back.
It's just more of your bullshit,
and you're dragging everybody
else in with you.
Fine, then.
You're upset about Frank.
I get that.
You wanna take a moral stand?
Actually, I respect that.
So, you'll be foregoing
your cut, then. Am I right?
- Get the fuck out of here.
- Anyone else wanna take
a moral stand? Eh?
I didn't think so.
Looks like you're
the odd man out, mate.
So here's what I want you to do.
I want you to think
real hard
about who's had your back
all these years. Eh?
Where the fuck was Frank Martin
three months ago?
Was he carrying your fucking ass
out of that shithole in Yemen?
Was he?
You wanna walk away, Dev,
go ahead.
Fuck off. Turn your back
on the team just the way he did.
There you go. See,
I knew you wouldn't,
because you, my friend,
have something he doesn't,
honor.
You know this ain't over,
right?
The last person you want
to piss off is Frank Martin.
- It's me.
- [Carla] Hello, Frank.
How's the weather in Berlin?
- I was set up.
- What? What happened?
An ambush
at the first drop point.
They left with both packages.
Oh, shit.
Well, at least you're alive.
If they wanted me dead,
I wouldn't be speaking
to you right now.
Well, then the question is,
why are you still alive?
My guess, they need someone
to take the fall for this.
- How well do you know
the client?
- I don't know him at all.
Well, you better find the
client. I want to talk to him.
He might not be involved.
If he's not involved, I'll
find his package and return it
to him. If he is involved,
he's going to regret hiring me.
Leave it to me. I have
a cell phone number for him.
I'm going to run a trace.
[cell phone ringing]
Yes?
Sergei, it's Jimmy.
Jimmy. You're calling me because
something went wrong, yes?
The man who was supposed
to bring the money came with
a crew. I just made it back.
OK. What about your crew?
My lads didn't make it,
Sergei.
Ah, sorry to hear that.
My money? Where is my money?
It's gone.
The drugs, money,
all my men fucking gone.
I thought we discussed that,
Jimmy. There were going
to be no problems.
Someone fucked us over,
Sergei.
The bloke with the money
was an assassin.
My men went after him, but...
by the time I got there,
they were all dead.
Did you see the man?
Yeah, I saw him--
know him, in fact.
Bloke by the name
of Frank Martin.
Find Frank Martin, Jimmy.
- You want me to
bring him to you?
- No.
I don't want to see him.
I want to see my product,
and my money.
Jimmy,
I am holding you personally
responsible for it.
Please don't fuck this up.
Oh, don't worry, I won't.
[Carla] Guten Tag.
Angela Ramsay, Interpol.
Ich brauche Ihre
Unterstuetzung bezueglich
der Zurueckverfolgung
eines Telefonats,
das Ihre Hotelzentrale
heute frueh um 6 Uhr 43
durchgestellt hat.
[phone ringing]
- Carla.
- Hey, Frank.
- I hope you've got good news.
- The client's name is
Sergei Zavrov.
That doesn't sound
like good news. Location?
Still working on it.
But I received a strange
phone call this morning.
- Who from?
- It was a landline.
The caller said you'll find
what you're looking for
at the Hotel Gracienne.
Room 1002.
- I'm on my way.
- Be careful, Frank.
[dialing]
[ringing on other end]
[cell phone ringing]
Yeah.
- It's Miles.
- Got him?
Yeah. He came,
just like you said he would.
- He's going into the hotel now.
- Course he did.
Good boy. Thanks.
[dialling]
[phone ringing]
[speaking Russian]
Jimmy.
I know where
Frank Martin is.
He's at the Hotel Gracienne.
Hotel Gracienne?
Why, why should I care
where he is, Jimmy?
I would have thought
you'd like to talk to him
about your merchandise.
Are you telling me you cannot
take care of this matter
yourself?
Like I told you, I'm a little
short of manpower right now.
Jimmy, Jimmy,
I will send Dimitri.
Take Petros,
and Yuri.
Mr. Martin should die
very slowly.
Then bring me Jimmy Reeves.
Ha bloody ha,
Frank fucking Martin.
Champagne!
Let's celebrate.
You are always so pleased
with yourself?
Things, my love, are going
exactly as I hoped.
Here you go.
Here's to Frank.
[toilet flushing]
[radio playing]
[people speaking German
on radio]
[beeping]
- Yes, Frank?
- The room's empty.
Did you get a name
on the reservation?
Not yet.
[elevator ding]
Elevator.
You two come with me.
[elevator ding]
[men grunting]
[gunshots]
- Down! Down! Down!
- [elevator ding]
[man grunting]
The room's registered
under a James Severe.
Mean anything to you?
Jimmy Reeves.
An old army friend.
Severe was his code name.
He was holding a bit of
a grudge, and he never missed
a chance to screw things up.
- What's the plan?
- Me and Jimmy need
a bit of a chinwag.
First I have some company
to deal with.
[tires screeching]
[people shouting in alarm]
- [ignition stalling]
- [Dimitri shouts]
Hello, mate.
Frank! Christ. Frank Martin.
It's been a while.
- How's it going, Sam?
- You know, same.
Always the same shit.
So, single malt,
on the rocks?
- Sure.
- So, what brings you by?
Jimmy Reeves.
Know where I can find him?
I heard he was in town.
Yeah.
I haven't seen him
in years.
Sam.
Ah, you're putting me
in a bad spot here.
Not half as bad as the one
Jimmy's put me in.
I need to find him fast.
[sighs]
He and his boys are holed up
at a place in Potsdam.
[Carla] You know every lowlife
piece of scum between
here and Istanbul.
Where is Sergei? Last chance.
Listen, Carla,
I'm telling the truth.
OK, I have Revenue Services
on speed dial.
I can't help you, Carla!
Look, you play by the rules.
This guy Sergei... doesn't.
[phone ringing]
- Yes?
- It's Miles.
Frank Martin showed up at the
bar asking about Jimmy Reeves.
- How long ago was this?
- About 20 minutes ago.
Hmm. And what did
Sam tell him?
He told him where Jimmy lives.
He's on his way there right now.
- Ah, OK. Thank you, Miles.
- Right.
- [dialing]
- [ringing on other end]
- [Dimitri answering in Russian]
- Dimitri,
would you assemble the men,
please?
Come on. Pick up. Pick up.
Thank you.
- [Jimmy laughing]
Nice one, Frank.
- Where's the money?
- What fucking money?
- It's me you want a piece of.
Oh, I want a piece of you.
That's what makes this job
so sweet, Frank. Payback.
- [Jimmy shouting in pain]
- Where's the money?
It's over there. It's ov--
I'll fucking show you,
all right?
All right? Fuck. Ah!
Right there. Ah! Fuck!
Right there. Go on, then!
If that's what you're after,
fucking take it.
How about we call it quits?
Running out on me again,
eh, Frankie?
- What the fuck do I tell
Sergei?
- That's your problem.
Not mine.
Fucking bollocks.
- A little rusty, eh, Frankie?
- I was about to say
the same thing to you, Jimmy.
- Now, what's this all about?
- You know what this is about.
You fucking lost your ball,
and you legged it. You left me
in the fucking shit!
You turned soft, mate.
Look at you. A
fucking pussy in a poncey suit.
Uh-uh, mate.
Fifteen months
in an excrement-filled hole
because of you.
Ah! Ah!
You never could win
a fair fight, Jimmy.
You ran out on me, Frank.
The cops showed up,
and you fucking legged it.
The cops were there all along,
Jimmy. Someone tipped them off.
Oh, really? Who the fuck would
that have been, then, eh?
There were two of us up top,
right? Someone sent a signal.
I saw it.
Miles, what the fuck are
you doing?
- And only one man came down.
- Dave was shot.
I did a job in Bishkek
a couple of years ago.
Some old files needed to get
out of the country.
One of them concerned
a security asset working
for old Intelligence Services.
I saw the photos
of Dave's body.
He wasn't shot,
- his throat was slit.
- Jimmy, he's lying.
- You killed Dave?
- Jimmy, no!
- You dirty fucking bastard.
- He's ly--
[gunshots]
Can't trust anyone these days,
can you, Frank?
- I'm not the enemy, Jimmy.
- You abandoned me, Frank!
You and me,
we was like brothers!
Jimmy.
I can't let go of it.
I see it every fucking night
when I'm dreaming.
The van pulling off, and you
just fucking left me there.
There was nothing else I could
do. You missed the fucking boat,
Jimmy. I had to save
as many of us as I could,
and you would have done exactly
the same fucking thing.
No, I wouldn't have!
I never would!
I would have come back
for you, Frank!
We would have died
to-fucking-gether!
Frank, I swear to you,
I didn't know you were the mark.
If I knew, none of this would
have happened. Trust me.
Put your weapon down, Dev.
You put it down, bro.
You put it down.
What the fuck happened to us,
eh, Frankie?
We were brothers, mate.
I didn't turn soft.
And I didn't run out on you.
We were chosen by the SAS
for our honor.
Frank made his choices.
So did we, Jimmy. Come on.
We'll always be brothers,
Jimmy.
Come on, put it down.
- You're gonna be all right.
- I've survived worse,
Frankie. [chuckles]
That part about you
being rusty...
Bit of a lie.
You fuckin' broke my nose, mate.
[laughing]
Fuck me.
Well, you never were pretty,
Jimmy.
- [laughing]
- Man.
Frank.
You two, south side.
Wait for my orders.
You two stay here.
- Yes, Dimitri.
- Sergei.
- We got here in time.
He's still here.
- Very good.
- No survivors, please.
- Da, Sergei.
Let's go! Come on!
Let's get the fuck out
of here.
The buyers are waiting.
Come on!
[banging on door]
[man grunting]
Ugh!
Jimmy!
Drop the case!
Ugh!
[groaning in pain]
It's important
to have the proper cookware.
[chuckles]
I could've handled him.
- Yeah. Just like Bangkok.
- [laughs]
Brothers.
Dinner ready?
[both laughing]
Get out of town.
Lay low for a while.
Sergei's going to be
coming after you.
I wouldn't be too sure
about that, mate.
I made a phone call that will
put Sergei away for a while.
[singing softly in Russian]
- May I finish packing, please?
- You'll be getting
a change of clothing courtesy of
the Belgian government.
Belgian?
Oh, not the Belgians.
Payback is a bitch,
isn't it?