- [phone ringing]
- [beep]
Hello, Carla.
How are you this morning?
- Where's the drop off?
- You're in a good mood.
Things haven't started
going wrong yet.
- Nothing's going to go wrong.
- You shouldn't have said that.
- Now I'm not in
a good mood. Thanks.
- I'm here to help.
Sending coordinates now.
It looks like a parking garage.
How do you handle
all this glamor, Frank?
It's about the journey,
not the destination.
Are you quoting
Carla Bruni again?
Why, are you jealous?
[tires screeching]
- Can I help you?
- You know
you're killing the ozone layer,
leaving your engine running
I don't suppose
you've ever considered switching
to a natural-gas-powered car
like mine?
Wonderful.
Another gas guzzler.
- Whoa! What the fuck?
- [gunfire]
[tires screeching]
Ah! Why are they shooting? Ah!
- Ah!
- [tires screeching]
What the fuck?
What's going on?
Ah! Ah! Ah!
Thanks.
- [tires screeching]
- Oh, my god!
Ah!
Let me out!
What the hell is going on?
Who were those guys?
Seatbelt.
- Shit.
- [gunfire]
[tires screeching]
Ah!
What are you doing?
[tires screeching]
Look what you've done to my car!
[men yelling]
Sorry about your car.
Maybe next time try electric.
[tires screeching]
- [phone ringing]
- What?
Looks like the drop site's
been compromised.
- No delivery, then.
- They still want
the package, Frank.
I should throw it
in the river.
I'm sending you new coordinates.
- Where is it?
- Trunk.
Sorry for the last-minute
change, but, uh...
these things happen.
Bon.
- I guess this concludes
our business.
- Except for one thing.
Rule number one:
never change the deal.
♪ 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 ♪
♪ Yes, I get home
at five o'clock ♪
♪ And I take myself out
a nice cold beer ♪
♪ Always seem to be wondering ♪
♪ Why there's nothing
going down here ♪
♪ It seems to me
I can live my life ♪
♪ A lot better
than I think I am ♪
♪ I guess that's why ♪
♪ They call me
the working man ♪
♪ They call me
the working man ♪
♪ I guess that's what I am ♪
[man clearing his throat]
[knocking]
- Hello, Inspector Tarconi.
- Frank, you're home.
- Is there something
I can help you with?
- I'm sure it's nothing, really.
- Just, uh, there was an
incident in a parking garage.
- Sounds fascinating.
Why don't you come inside
and we'll discuss it?
Now, about this incident?
Ah, yes.
An... unfortunate thing.
Um... drug gangs. Someone trying
to steal the merchandise,
and someone trying
to stop them.
- I don't suppose you know
anything about it?
- No.
- There was a witness.
- Oh.
- Then you should talk to him.
- It was a "her".
Or perhaps you knew
it was a "her" and you were
trying to bluff me.
Huh? Enfin...
I'm not sure how reliable
her story is.
I had the feeling she was
leaving something out.
- Hm.
- Ah, young people today.
[cell phone ringing]
Ah, another business trip?
[cell phone ringing]
Hi, sweetheart.
- Girlfriend.
- Don't try
to sweet-talk me, Frank.
- The client wants
to press assault charges.
- That's very nice of him.
Tell him I'll have lunch
with him anytime.
Can you make it to Berlin
in seven hours?
Seems a bit hasty, but, uh,
your mother insists,
I don't see why not.
OK. I'm getting details
when we confirm.
Did she say whether it was
black tie?
Frank, you can wear a clown
suit, as far as I'm concerned.
Bye, darling.
Inspector, any idea where I can
rent a tuxedo?
Good afternoon.
I just got coordinates
for the pickup.
Hotel Gendermenmarkt.
I'm also sending you a photo.
- This the contact?
- That's the package.
The client wants to make sure
she gets out of Berlin safely.
And I'm told the photo's
not so recent,
so she might look
a little different.
[ding]
[knocking on door]
You must be the chauffeur.
[cell phone ringtone]
Hey, what's happening?
Yeah, I'm not in a rush.
Ugh. No, I can't.
Yeah, I gotta go meet my Dad.
He's already sent me a driver.
I don't know.
No, he's been acting
pretty weird lately actually.
Excuse me, miss.
I'm on a schedule here.
Look, I'm gonna have
to get back to you, OK? Bye.
So, let's go.
[ding]
OK, my bags are at the front.
I'll just be a minute.
OK, come on.
♪ Take it all down, baby
Watch it go around ♪
♪ On a slow ride
Now's your time to play ♪
♪ Take it right down, baby
Won't you hold down, baby ♪
♪ Gotta slow that up
Take your pain away ♪
Room service.
♪ Take it all down, baby
Watch it go around ♪
♪ On a slow ride
Now's your time to play ♪
♪ Take it right down, baby
Won't you hold down, baby ♪
♪ Gotta slow that up
Take your pain away ♪
- Kann ich Ihnen helfen?
- Where is she?
Oh, I think that's the girl
from the change room, but I c--
Oh. What do you think?
Too much?
It's very pretty.
I'll try on something else.
Don't go. I gonna need
a man's opinion.
Very nice.
Yes? [gasps]
Shh.
- [man speaking German]
- [woman] You can't do that.
You can't go though.
Get your hands off me.
Stop it! Oh!
[man speaking German]
Come on. Get this on.
I'm just gonna be
a minute.
Ahhh!
- Come on.
- What?
Hey, who is going
to clean this up?
[camera clicks]
I can get him right now.
He has the girl.
- We've got everything we need.
- Document his movements.
That's all you're authorized
to do.
Do we want him or not?
You're not authorized
to take any further action.
What? Who has the power
to veto an international
arrest warrant?
The Americans.
The general is their asset.
Let them deal with him.
- And the connections?
- Stay out of it.
That's an order.
What the hell is going on?
Who were those guys?
You must've really done
something to piss them off.
- This is not about me.
They were after you.
- What?
I was hired
to get you out of Berlin
and drive you to a safe house.
And that's what I'm gonna do.
Herr Trumpf,
she had a man with her,
some kind of bodyguard.
Police were out front before
these three could get
out of the hotel.
What do you think we Germans
are known for these days, hmm?
I mean,
beside the obvious--Hitler,
and wearing socks
with our sandals.
Reliability.
Give us a task,
we show up on time
and finish on budget.
The world may not love us,
but they do need us,
as long as we deliver.
Because if we don't,
we lose our right to exist,
you know,
and our culture dies with us.
[speaking German]
Ugh!
Not anymore.
Do you need a doctor?
I'm not very happy
about this.
It may be time to get
a little more aggressive.
[sighs]
- [sighs]
- How long have I been asleep?
Couple hundred kilometers.
[sighs]
What's your name?
Rule number two: no names.
Rule number two?
How many rules are there?
What does your father do
for a living?
He was a general
in the US Army.
What is it?
Retired generals don't usually
have the kind of money
that attracts kidnappers.
Yeah, well,
now he's a consultant.
Just does a lot of big deals
with government contractors,
military agencies.
Last week he was at a conference
with the President of France.
- Dad.
- Delia.
It's good to see you again.
Come on inside, let's get you
cleaned up.
Come in.
- What is going on?
- Your father didn't talk
to you?
Yeah, right. He said he wanted
to spend time with me
and he'd send a driver,
and now I'm running for my life.
- I'm sorry, who is that guy?
- He's a transporter.
Look, I'm your father's
personal assistant,
but that doesn't mean
that he tells me everything.
- Whatever.
- He's been distracted lately.
I thought he might be worried
about you.
Ha! I doubt it.
All I am to him is
a yearly birthday call
and a monthly check.
- Hey, that's not true.
- You know it is.
You've taken better care of me
the last couple of years
than he has.
Look, if you want to know
what this is all about,
you're really going to have
to ask him, OK?
Right now I can't trust anyone
in my own organization.
That much I already know.
Three guys tried to take Delia
before I could get her
out of the hotel.
They knew exactly where
to find her. You've got a leak.
That's what I was afraid of.
Whatever you're into, what's
it got to do with your daughter?
Nothing. She's just a way
for some of my business partners
to apply pressure, to keep me
from rocking the boat.
I just found out that
my partners are into
a lot more
than moving currency.
It was drugs,
heroin, prostitution--
the works.
But I swear I didn't know.
And when I found out,
they threatened to expose me.
- Delia.
- Tell me that that's
not what you've been doing.
Tell me that that's not
where the money came from.
You have to understand this,
Delia.
After I left the military,
we had nothing,
and I wanted to give you
so much.
Some contacts in Eastern Europe
made me an offer.
I didn't think...
I kept records
of every transaction--
names, dates, dollar amounts.
It's all here.
I wanted
to bring you here because...
if I go through with this,
we might not see each other
for a while.
This is the only copy.
Take it, in case
anything happens.
I have to put this right.
They're not going to let me
just walk away.
I did my job.
I delivered the package.
Our business is done.
No, no, wait, please!
All I'm asking is that
you drive her to Paris
and put her on a plane.
Get Delia back to her mother
in the US.
You must think
I'm a total idiot.
What're you talking about?
Apparently my father's
an international criminal,
and I never noticed.
- It's not your fault.
- I went to private school
in Switzerland. I went
on shopping trips to Paris.
Not once did I question it.
If he testifies, I'm probably
never gonna see him again,
right?
You don't know that.
You know, you probably saved
my life back there at the hotel.
I was just doing my job.
Delivering a package?
- Is that all I am?
- No, of course not.
I'm going to head back into
town and get everything ready
for your meeting with Interpol.
Are you sure you want to go
through with this?
Don't worry. Everything's
going to be OK.
Hurry back.
[car starting]
[car driving off]
Frank--
Ah! Ah! Ugh!
Oof! Ugh!
Ah! Ugh!
- What the hell is going on?
- Shh.
- Where's my father?
- Delia, don't!
No!
[gunfire]
Delia. Delia!
Take the back stairs.
Start the car.
The code is 441257.
Now go!
Shit. Shit.
OK, um, 4...
No, no, no, no, no.
Ugh! Ah!
Ah!
- [car starting]
- Yes.
[tires screeching]
- Just keep driving.
- [tires screeching]
- Where are we going?
- My house.
Then I'll get you to Paris.
- Who are those people?
- I don't know.
But I'd guess
your father's ex-partners.
Somebody tipped them off.
They're gonna try and kill me
as well, aren't they?
[tires screeching]
I can't believe this.
He was part of this...
whole criminal network.
He didn't start out
meaning for that to happen.
Everything I thought about him
was a lie.
Delia, he loved you.
Really?
Or is that just what he said
so he could sleep at night?
A justification?
Look, I'm going to do
what he wanted.
I'm going to screw these guys
to the wall.
These aren't small-time
mobsters we're talking about.
- I'm not afraid.
- Well, you should be.
Erase that thing.
Walk away.
[sobbing] I can't.
You're safe here, OK?
Why don't you get
yourself cleaned up?
Laundry's over there,
bathroom's that way.
- Yeah.
- I've got some business
to take care of,
but I'll be
back in a little while.
Everything's going
to be OK.
You have
to believe me.
OK.
♪ Day until night ♪
♪ I am cocooned ♪
♪ Under your arm and ♪
♪ And it lifts across the sky ♪
♪ And night until day ♪
♪ I am the moon ♪
♪ I'm casting no shadow ♪
♪ In this light
from your eyes ♪
♪ Mmm, in this light
from your eyes ♪
♪ In this light ♪
[Frank] Carla?
I got the transfer.
There is a lot of information.
- Names?
- Looks like it's all coded.
Let me see what I can find.
Where're you headed?
I've got some business
to clear up.
Not that waitress
at the Metropole again!
Carla, really.
There are rules.
[man clears his throat]
- Excusez-moi, Madame.
- Who are you?
Inspector Tarconi.
- I was just looking for Frank.
- Oh, well... Frank's not here.
So I can see.
I'm sorry I surprised you.
But I was not expecting
to find anyone here.
Frank doesn't usually have
many visitors.
- You know him well?
- No. What about you?
Not so much. I think perhaps
this is how he prefers it.
- I understand.
- [man grunting with effort]
[sigh] The girl
and the driver got away.
We've got a name.
Someone should be able
to lead us right to them.
Let's hope so.
[Delia] Just a minute.
I'll be right back, Inspector.
[cell phone ringing]
- Hello?
- Hey, Mom. It's Delia.
Honey, are you OK?
[sniffling]
[sobbing] They killed him.
Mom, they killed Dad.
I was there. I saw it.
Are you safe?
- Yeah. Yeah, for the moment.
- Where are you?
Some... some friend of Dad's.
He was there. He got me out.
I'm at his house.
I need you to come home,
Delia. Do you hear me?
- I can't.
- No, listen to me.
I want you to get
to the nearest airport,
and the first
flight out of there,
I want you on it,
do you hear me?
- Delia, do you hear me?
- OK.
- I'm really scared, Mommy.
- I know you are, honey.
It's OK.
It's going to be fine.
Please, just go.
Get to the airport and call me
when you're booking your flight.
I love you, honey.
- Oui, taxi.
- Bonjour. I need a taxi.
Dieter,
I brought you something.
- Dieter.
- No, Frank.
Come on. I got you something
from Berlin.
You have something for me?
Absolutely not.
You can't take this car.
OK, then.
If you think you can bribe me
with a case of einfaältig
eisbock beer,
- you are wrong.
- How could you
possibly know that?
I'm a German. I can smell beer
inside a closed bottle.
- So, is it a deal?
- No. You beat these cars
half to death.
I can't let that happen
to the new one.
[Frank sighs]
I won't take it
on a job, I promise.
Don't promise
what you can't keep.
- I never do.
- I trust you, Frank.
But the people you know,
they make me nervous.
Fair enough.
- Think about it, though. OK?
- I will.
[phone ringing]
- Yep?
- I broke part of this code.
There's a name that comes up
again and again: Frieder Trumpf.
Sounds familiar.
He's a major crime operator
out of Berlin.
There's enough in these files
to put Frieder away
for a long time.
He'll go after Delia.
[cell phone ringtone]
- Hello?
- Hi, Delia. It's me. Fiona.
I've been trying
to reach your father.
[sobbing] The house...
they broke into the house and...
What? When?
Who broke in? When?
And they were shooting,
and they wouldn't stop,
and they... they killed my dad.
- Delia, are you all right?
- I'm going home.
I want to see you
before you go.
Hotel Suisse, in 20 minutes.
- OK. Thank you.
- It's OK, Delia.
- Ah.
- Hello, Inspector.
I hope you brought cream.
You're all out.
- Where's the girl?
- Delia?
Yes, charming young lady.
- Where is she?
- She's gone.
- She said she didn't
feel safe anymore.
- What?
[cell phone ringtone]
Shit.
Carla, I need a trace
on Delia's phone.
- Madame, bienvenue.
- Merci.
- Delia.
- Fiona. Oh, my god.
Thank God
you're all right.
- My dad--
- I know, I know.
- We need to get you
out of here.
- OK.
OK? Do you have the drive
your father gave you?
Yeah, it's right here. Here.
Good. Let's go.
I've got a car waiting.
Don't scream or he'll shoot.
Give me the bag. Get in.
Let's go.
Frank, last call is
from Hotel Suisse.
I'm nearly there.
I'm here. I don't see her.
Can you tap into the hotel
security cameras?
That shouldn't be a problem.
Frank, she's been kidnapped
from right outside the hotel.
I got a license plate.
- Can you run it?
- Already happening, Frank.
- Anything?
- The van's registered
to one of Frieder Trumpf's guys.
- You said Trumpf was in Berlin.
- That was yesterday.
The guy who rented the van,
he runs a small airfield
just outside of town.
That's where she is, Frank.
I'm sending you the location.
[tires screeching]
- I checked the files,
it's all there.
- Mm-hmm.
How did you know
my dad gave me the files?
I had the room bugged.
I heard the whole thing.
- She's got nothing else on us.
- We don't know what she knows,
or who she might have spoken to.
But I mean to find out.
Hey, you've done
a commendable job.
But I should take it from here.
I want to show you something.
I just acquired it.
This once was used
by Wilhelm Furtwaängler.
He was the last
German musical director
of the Berlin Symphonic
Orchestra.
Oh, hold still. Hold still.
Hold still. Hold still.
Now...
...are you ready to tell me
what I need to know?
Why don't you take that thing
and shove it up your ass?
[cell phone ringtone]
- Yeah?
- May I speak to Delia, please?
Oh, I'm afraid she is
preoccupied at the moment.
- You'll have to call back.
- This will only take a second.
You wouldn't happen
to be Frieder, would you?
Frieder Trumpf from Berlin?
- You must be the driver, yeah?
- I prefer "transporter".
You're going to sit down here,
OK? Enjoy the flight.
- Are we ready to take off
immediately?
- Yes, sir.
- What the hell?
- What are you doing?
I want this plane in the air.
Now!
We have a fire in one
of the engines. We need
to get the hell out of here.
- You are going nowhere.
- [gunshot]
Ah! Ah!
[explosion]
[fire roaring]
Officials remain tight-lipped
about the incident,
but according to a source
inside the French police
three bodies were found
in the wreckage.
The first has been identified
as Frieder Trumpf, 55,
of Berlin,
a man with known connections to
several criminal organizations.
The second body,
as yet unidentified,
is that of young woman believed
to be in her early 20--
[sigh]
He's making us look
like jokes.
The Americans protected him
on this deal,
but I'll be damned if he'll
get away with it again.
You'll obey orders.
Frank Martin is mine.
And that wraps it up
for tonight.
- Nice.
- Good.
So... I'm dead, then.
It was the only way
to be sure they wouldn't
keep looking for you.
- Yeah.
- Your taxi is waiting,
but I told him it was
an official police business,
- so take your time.
- Thank you.
Are you sure you won't stay?
Because you are more
than welcome.
- I can't, really.
- Mm.
Perhaps I will go
water the bougainvillea.
I guess this is au revoir...
Are you sure this is how
you want to live your life?
Just take care of yourself.
I was gonna say
the same to you.
[cell phone ringing]