[tires screeching]
[gunfire]
This is Drago.
Where is my fucking package?
I don't give a fuck
about his fucking rules!
My rule is:
I'll make the delivery
that I fucking paid for!
You know what? I'm cutting out
the middle man, Kagan.
Yes, I mean you.
Give me the contact number.
Make me ask you again,
and I'll cut your throat out.
[phone beeping]
- [beeping]
- Yes?
- Where is the driver?
- I'm sorry?
That piece of shit Kagan set up
this deal that's gone bad.
- I want you to make it good.
- We only deal with Kagan.
Kagan's no longer part
of this deal.
I'm the client.
Where is the package?
I'm sorry, sir. The delivery
might be behind schedule.
- The delivery was due now!
- Excuse me, sir,
but I'm doing my best
to locate your package now.
Well, do better
than your best. Find it.
Don't bother tracing the call.
My name is Drago Sujic.
Ask around! My reputation
should encourage your driver
to finish this deal.
Transporter.
And I'm locating him, Mr. Sujic.
For his sake, I hope
you locate him before I do.
Come on, Frank, pick up.
- [phone ringing]
- [gunfire]
♪ 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 could 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 ♪
[door closing]
I'm sorry,
but the news is not good.
Richard's heart has rejected
the third ventricle implant.
- And cardiomyopathy
is worsening.
- What does that mean?
At this point, the only chance
your son has for survival
is a full transplant.
- Oh, my god.
- I should tell you there are
many hurdles, Monsieur Albeniz.
A compatible heart is not
automatically available.
We are very high
on the waiting list.
Of course. Bring Richard
back to the hospital
tomorrow morning
for observation.
When and if a suitable heart
becomes available,
we will be ready to go
into surgery immediately.
- Do you think a heart--
- I can't promise anything.
Uh... do you want books?
Yes. I'll finish Animal Farm.
They make you read Animal Farm
at school?
It's extra. I finished
the other ones already.
I have to be ready for exams
if I'm going to Sciences Po.
Dad, we have
to keep going, for Mama.
She's having a tough time.
[sighs] She's so afraid,
Richard, to lose you.
No one's losing anyone, Papa.
Allez. Maman va flipper.
Do you ever think of hiring
someone to help you with that?
You know,
someone could get hurt.
Look, Frank, when you've used
this equipment
for as long as I have,
it is an instinct.
- [drill buzzing]
- Why?
- [drill buzzing]
- Do I make you nervous?
I'd just hate
to see you damage the car.
You take care of the driving,
I take care of the cars.
- OK.
- So...
Maybe you didn't get
all the nuts.
Of course I got all the nuts.
Why do you do this?
- Safety first, Dieter.
- Oh, look who's talking to me
about safety.
- Ow! Oh! Scheisse.
- Everything all right?
Uh, yeah, yeah,
everything's all right. Uh...
Um... can you pass me
this, um, dolly?
- That one?
- Yeah.
- That one there?
- Oui, oui. Uh, yeah.
[quietly] Thanks.
Oh, my god.
Are you sure
everything's all right?
Yeah, yeah. Fine, fine.
I'll just check the manifold.
Ow... Oh!
[breathing in discomfort]
Oh... Uh, could you give me
a little push?
Just a little bit more...
under the car, please.
- Yeah, that's great.
- I gotta go.
- Sure, sure. See you later.
- Don't get up on my account.
Yeah. Like I said,
I'll just check the linkage.
- Not the manifold?
- Yes, the manifold.
I was thinking maybe...
maybe later today
I could get a massage,
ease the aches and pains, yeah?
Oh, that sounds like
a very good idea for you.
I gotta push off.
Thanks for the coffee.
- Welcome.
- Good luck
with the, uh, linkage.
Yeah.
[quietly] Fuck you.
[birds singing]
If I was a bank, you'd be
bankrupt and in jail.
But since I am just
an individual person
and I have no rights,
you are allowed to walk free,
so I have to take care
of my business however I can,
- which, in your case, means--
- [knocking on door]
Wait outside.
I'm sorry.
I tried.
I tried everything,
but I-I just didn't get better.
No, no, no,
don't blame yourself.
It's... You're just sick.
It's OK.
There are other treatments,
other doctors. You'll see.
I just wanted
to come home all this time.
I know.
Anna will take you home.
I'll be there shortly.
I just have some
business to finish.
- You're not angry?
- Angry?
How could I be angry?
I just need a minute.
Oh, Filip, my boy.
My precious boy.
I will not let you die.
I promise you that.
I'll do anything. OK?
So, in conclusion,
to quote Friedrich Schiller,
"It is not flesh and blood,
but heart that makes us
fathers and sons."
[phone beeping]
- Sophie?
- Cheri.
- What?
- They have one.
- What?
- They have a heart.
C'est pas vrai.
Oh, my god. Incroyable!
Settle down, please.
I need to see you.
- Oh, thank God. I'm on my way.
- OK.
I used to love to box,
but I don't bother
with a gym membership anymore.
I make do with what I have.
It saves me money,
and it's such a good workout.
I'll pay!
I've got your money!
At this point, I don't care.
[phone ringing]
It's happened?
There is a donor.
The heart is on its way.
- I'll have a driver there
within the hour.
- Listen,
it's going to be difficult
for me to get the heart out.
There is constant supervision.
It's going to be a lot harder
for you if you fail.
[beeping]
Almost time.
Are you the transporter?
You've got to get this to
the client as fast as possible.
There's no time to lose.
What is going on?
Where's the heart?
[tires screeching]
- How could this happen?!
- We don't know yet.
We've confirmed that the heart
was placed in the ambulance
at the donor hospital.
- It must have gone missing
somewhere en route.
- Isn't someone supposed
- to be with it the entire way?
- Yes. Our technicians were
there to supervise delivery.
We're trying to figure out
what happened.
I can assure you
everything is being done
to locate the heart. The police
are on their way.
How long before
the heart is not usable?
The heart can remain viable
for only four hours at the most.
You'd better find it
before then.
[monitor beeping]
Excuse me.
Uh, are you the father
of the young boy?
- Yes.
- I'm Inspector Tarconi.
- I will be in charge
of the investigation.
- Do you have any leads?
As a matter of fact, we do.
One of the technicians
involved in the transfer
of the heart has gone missing.
We have set up checkpoints
on all major roads
into and out of the city.
Inspector. They found
the technician. He's here.
Excuse me.
He collected the heart
as scheduled,
but it was never delivered.
Apparently,
he was picked up on his way
to the airport.
He claims he was
going on vacation,
but the hospital has no record
of him asking for time off.
How much time do we have?
- Just over three hours.
- Hmm.
I passed some reporters
on my way in.
Yes, the story got out
quite fast.
I need you to do me a favor.
[door closing]
- I'm Inspector Tarconi.
- Good for you.
[chuckling] You work
for this hospital, yes?
A medical technician with access
to the transplant team?
Look, I already told them
I had nothing to do with this.
- [group of people talking]
- [cameras clicking]
- What the fuck is this?
- Reporters.
When they get a whiff
of something like this,
it's almost impossible
to keep them away.
I will talk to them.
Sorry about that.
Now... um, where were we?
- What did you say to them?
- I just told them
you confessed and that you were
giving us the names
of everyone involved
in the plot.
Are you fucking insane?
I didn't say anything like that.
Of course not. But if you're
innocent, as you claim,
the people responsible will
know immediately that it
was just a trick on my part.
Of course, I am in a position
to offer protection
for anyone willing
to cooperate.
Does he know
where the heart is?
No. But he led us to a man
who may be able to help.
- Who?
- Someone I have
dealt with before.
- [phone ringing]
- Yes, Inspector?
It's urgent, Frank.
I'm afraid I can't
really speak now.
Perhaps you have heard
on the news.
A heart was stolen.
It was needed for a transplant.
- No, I've not heard.
- We just arrested
a man who confessed
to giving the heart
to a driver for transport.
He gave a description
of the man and his car.
Frank, it matched you.
I'll let you know
if I hear anything.
Frank, you should know
that the heart is for
a 14-year-old boy, very sick.
He will die if this surgery
is not carried out
just under three hours now.
- Frank?
- Got to go, Inspector.
[beeping]
[sighing] Yeah.
- Where's the package?
- Trunk.
Open it.
What the fuck?
Hey.
Hey. Let's go.
We don't have time for this.
You want the payment?
Open the trunk.
[Drago shouting]
Give me my fucking phone!
You know I don't like it when
you come by without calling.
I was in the neighborhood.
- Kagan, what do you want.
- What?
If you don't tell me
what you're doing here,
I'm throwing you
out those windows.
We need to talk about your man.
- Get to your point.
- I've been thinking.
- That's a first.
- Lately, when it comes
to these jobs,
things have been getting
a little complicated.
I mean, you gotta admit,
the body count has been
getting a little high.
Self-defense both times,
and they were both scumbags.
- One of them
was referred by you.
- All I'm saying
is that your boy is starting
to get a bit of a reputation.
For what?
Oh, let's just call it a flair
for the dramatic.
The guy is a bull
in a china shop, Carla,
and he's making enemies.
Find the transporter,
get me the heart,
then kill that asshole.
Go!
This is Drago.
Where is my fucking package?
You know what? I'm cutting out
the middle man, Kagan.
Yes, I mean you.
[phone beeping]
- Now what?
- What were we
just talking about?
- What do you mean?
- Your man is at it again.
- Aggy, what's going on?
- Don't say I didn't warn you.
[man] If this heart
takes any more than
three hours to get here,
it's not going to be viable.
[woman] Blood pressure's
dropping.
His heart's failing.
We have to get him in the
OR right away. Get the door.
Let's go, let's go, quick.
Quick, quick.
- Let's go.
- What's happening?
He's in congestive
heart failure.
They're taking him to the OR.
They need to put him
on a cardiopulmonary
bypass machine immediately.
But the new heart
has not been recovered yet!
I'm sorry.
We have no other choice.
- [beeping]
- [sighing]
- [beeping]
- Hello?
- Have you found him yet?
- Yes.
- Is he on his way back here?
- Not yet.
I told you. I promise
no harm will come to him
if he brings me the package,
- but he needs to bring it
to me now.
- I understand.
Then why haven't
you stopped him?
He doesn't take orders from me.
- Let me speak to him.
- I don't think
that's a good idea.
I don't give a shit
what you think!
Put me through to him
right now.
Let me see what I can do.
[phone ringing]
- Carla?
- Frank, I just got
an angry call from the client.
- You didn't deliver
the package.
- You know what it is?
Frank, I thought that
wasn't supposed to matter.
It's a human heart,
stolen before it could be
transplanted into a dying boy.
The client is Drago Sujic.
And you know he's one of
the biggest crime bosses
in Southern France.
Extremely well connected.
- Politicians, cops...
- I don't give a shit.
Why does he need a heart?
- I don't know.
- Well, find out!
- Yes?
- Drago has a son,
16 years old,
born with a heart defect.
His health has been declined
for years now. He's in desperate
need of a transplant.
So Drago cuts to the front
of the line.
He built a state-of-the-art
operating room in his mansion
and hired an entire team
of surgeons. He's spent
millions on this, Frank.
You expect me to feel
something for the man?
You asked me why he needed
a heart, I'm telling you.
Kagan referred this job,
didn't he?
Let me deal with Kagan, Frank.
- Drago is on the other line.
He wants to talk to you.
- Fine.
Mr. Sujic, you're on
with the transporter.
- Where are you?
- I'm afraid there's
been a change of plans.
I was told you make it a point
of never changing the deal.
- We'll return
your down payment.
- Fuck the down payment!
You have less than two hours
to bring me the package,
or I will track you down
and I will fucking kill you!
What is it?
The surgeon wants to know
if we should wake him up.
- What for?
- They can only keep him under
for so long.
The surgeon goes ahead
as planned, because you
are going to put out
a description of the driver
and the make of the car
to the whole organization.
I want eyes on the street.
I want every pimp,
every hooker, every dealer
that has ever been
put on the payroll to be
out there looking for this guy.
And as soon as he's found,
I want to know about it.
You've got to be kidding me.
Swedish or deep tissue?
Whatever brings
relief for my back.
I cannot sit or stand.
Just relax.
I am going to fix everything.
Wait, wait, wait, wait.
Here is a little something extra
for the... finishing.
- The finishing?
- The ending. Um, you know?
- To make it happy.
- [phone ringing]
Oh, sorry. Oui, hello?
Dieter, I need a car.
- When?
- Now.
- Oh!
- What the hell was that?
I get a massage.
I hurt my back this morning.
- My back, I can hardly-- Ah!
- [crack]
Listen, I don't have time to
talk. It's urgent. I need a car.
- [crack]
- Ah! Let go of me!
- Just relax.
- How can I relax
when you break my neck?
- Dieter!
- Yes?
- The car.
- Where is the
one you're driving?
- I had a little accident.
- Ah! Enough, enough.
- The car ended up in a pool
of wet cement.
- Enough. Oh.
- Stop this savagery.
- Here. Go finish yourself!
- Dieter!
- Frank, I'm sorry. Yes, listen.
My back, I can barely move,
and let alone drive.
All right, forget it.
Enjoy your massage.
- Wait, did you say cement?
- [phone beeps]
- René Dugas, one of our dealers
on the street.
- René.
Mr. Sujic,
I just spotted your man.
Follow him, don't let him
out of your sight,
catch him if you can.
And stay sharp.
He's an expert driver.
No, no, he's on foot.
OK, does he have the package
with him?
He's carrying a bag,
if that's what you mean.
Get him, kill him
if you need to.
But make sure you do not
damage the package,
- do you understand me?
- Yes, sir.
Go, go, go! Get him!
[woman] Ah! Attention!
[bystanders speaking French]
[bell dings]
[people shouting in alarm]
[intercom] Dr. Perez,
pathology.
[ringing on other end]
- Yeah.
- Frank, where are you?
I've been trying to call you.
There is not much time.
The boy's heart has failed.
He is on the operating table
as I speak,
hooked up to a machine
that is keeping him alive.
- I'm working on it.
- What do you mean?
What are you doing?
Do you have the heart or not?!
- I'll get back to you.
- Aw, shit!
Monsieur!
- Je peux vous aider, Monsieur?
- Sorry, officer, uh...
- just admiring your vehicle.
- What's in the bag?
Actually, I do need your help.
It's critical that the contents
of this bag get to a hospital
- as soon as possible.
- I see. Leave it with me.
Thank you.
Can you hold the fort
for a few minutes?
Someone just handed me this.
I'll take it in.
It looks like
the missing heart.
Dispatch--
[phone ringing]
Frank, we cannot
be playing this game.
- The police have the heart,
Inspector.
- What? When did this happen?
- I just handed it over.
They must have called it in.
- That's not possible.
My radio has an open channel
with Central Dispatch.
I would have heard such a call.
These cops didn't call
the central station.
- Inspector,
I'll get back to you.
- Frank, what are you doing?!
[vehicle starting]
[siren]
[phone ringing]
Inspector,
with all due respect,
I really can't talk now.
I've just confirmed
with dispatch.
No officers called in.
But there is one unit
not responding.
Dirty cops.
I know where they're going.
I'm going to get there first.
- How?
- It's what I do.
We have less than one hour
before the donated heart
becomes useless.
I'm aware of the time,
Inspector. That's why
I need to hang up now.
[siren]
- [phone ringing]
- Yes?
I've got the package.
I'm on my way.
All right. I'll have the money
for you when you get here.
You said that you were coming
in a police car.
What the fuck?
- [defibrillator charging]
- Shit.
[siren approaching]
Where's the heart?
We don't have much time.
Here.
[siren]
[groaning]
Hey, you piece of shit.
[groaning]
My chest.
- Get in the car.
- I'm fucking hurt.
You want me to drive?
You want me to shoot you
in the fucking head?
[siren]
- Hello?
- Go to the
emergency room entrance
- at the side of the hospital.
- Do you have the heart?
Just go now.
Hey. Asshole.
Put down the heart.
Stop! Drop your gun!
Go. Take the heart.
Get a doctor.
Please. My son.
[doctor] He's fading.
Filip. Please.
- My son.
- He's fading.
- Get him inside now.
- No, his pulse is still strong.
If the heart was hit,
his pulse would be fading.
If we do not get him
to surgery, he will die
- within a half an hour.
- What about his heart?
I agree,
the heart was not hit,
but he's losing too much blood.
He cannot survive.
Do you know if you're a match
with your son?
- Put him in the ambulance.
- He cannot survive.
- Put him in the ambulance!
- Do as he says.
Venez. Venez! Vite!
Vite! A l'ambulance!
- You will need help
to keep him alive.
- This crate's going to be
slow enough with just me
and him. Any extra weight,
we're not going to make it.
He has surgeons
at his home, waiting.
- The heart.
- He has one chance.
Take one EMT
for while you are driving.
Her. You.
You get in. No one else.
Allez, allez, vite, vite!
A l'ambulance.
Allez, allez! Vite!
[siren]
Where... where are we?
Home.
We're going to get you inside.
Thank you.
He's dying.
His heart's still good.
Get him inside.
OK.
[monitor beeping]
He looks good there.
Ready?
[sighing]
We finished the transplant.
So far...
everything looks good.
The heart, it was all right?
Despite the delay,
it showed no signs of damage.
It started beating
almost immediately.
Quite remarkable, actually.
Thank God.
Thank you, Inspector.
Our son owes you his life.
- [coughing]
- Jesus Christ, Carla.
This is some kinky shit.
- I'm trying to decide
whether or not to kill you.
- What? Why?
And lately every job you sent
our way has turned to shit!
Hey, that is not my fault, OK?
I mean...
I don't care
about screwing you!
You'd do anything
for a big payday.
Well, you know, it is
a competitive business.
Yes, but I can decide
who to do business with.
We're done, Aggy.
You can show yourself out.
You're fired.
- How's the boy?
- He will be fine.
The doctors are confident
of a full recovery.
- That's good to hear.
- Frank...
we have to talk about
what happened downstairs,
the man I shot.
His name is Drago Sujic.
Ah, I thought
I recognized him.
He was responsible
for all this?
He was trying to save his son.
And in the end,
that's exactly what happened.
I took him home,
and they gave his son his heart.
Then some good came of it
after all.
Still, such a theft...
it's troubling
how someone could be involved
in such a terrible crime.
It's possible some of the
people involved didn't know
all of the details.
I think these people should be
more careful in the future.
No more jobs from Kagan.
Don't worry,
you'll never hear his
name again, let alone see him.
Nice job today, by the way.
An elegant solution.
That's what we're all about.
- Night, Carla.
- Good night, Frank.
[beep]
- Drago didn't make it.
- You should be pleased.
I would be more pleased
if I could get some
of these bastards alive.
What about Frank Martin?
He's the connection.
I'll stay with him.
Don't waste your energy
on this driver.
He's not an asset.
He's not just a driver,
he's a transporter.
[sighing]
- You want?
- No.
You know what's difficult?
- Learning Hungarian.
- No, no, no.
Harder than learning Hungarian.
Do you want
to keep me guessing?
Removing dry cement
from an automobile.
You see, Frank,
this is a very long,
very tiring process.
- You want to know
what's involved?
- Not really.
You take one part of muriatic
acid and four parts of water,
and then you use a toothbrush
to scrub it away
at the hardened concrete.
Yeah.
- Here, feel that.
- [Frank laughing]
I don't want to feel
your back, Dieter.
Just feel.
Oh! Yeah. Do you feel that?
I'm n-- I'm not a doctor,
Dieter. If you need
to see a doctor,
you should see one.
What I need is a massage.
- I thought you got a massage.
- It was not
what I was expecting.
What were you...
I don't want to know, do I?
It didn't end well.
That's all you need to know.
♪ Give me the minimum,
give me the light ♪
♪ Give me the minimum,
give me the right ♪
♪ Whether you're black
or white, yellow or brown ♪
♪ Picking on people
put man down ♪