We live in strange times.
A man's word,
what is it worth?
To men of no honor, nothing.
I know what you're thinking. A
million Euros is a lot of money.
- A lot of money.
- Weapons sales is a cash
business. You pay to play.
- So what's the deal?
- Get the money to Marseille
by six o'clock tomorrow.
- Hire your best man.
- Am I the only guy
you've approached to do this?
Let's just say
I've covered my bets.
- A race then?
- Consider it an audition.
A million Euros
by six o'clock tomorrow.
Bring it to Marseille.
Hire your best driver.
When you make the delivery,
you'll receive the contract
for the rocket shipment.
Just ensure
that he gets there first.
Do whatever you want to do!
But remember,
discretion is as important
as making the delivery.
- [cell phone ringing]
- Frank Martin.
I'm bringing the car in.
Not a scratch on it.
Hmm. It sounds to me as though
you wish to drive the new car.
- It is my car.
- But you hire me
to keep the car
in the best possible condition.
When you need them,
they are ready.
- Do you need the new car?
- Well, not specifically
for work, no.
- So, I cannot let you drive it.
- Dieter, don't make me
demand my car.
Okay, first of all,
is the car you are driving now
in perfect shape?
- It's pristine.
- No scratches, no ding spots?
- I mean it. Pristine.
- Don't just say the word,
if you don't mean it.
I'm telling you it is.
- Hey, give me that bag.
- Heille, salope!
- Just a moment, Dieter.
- Passe-moi le sac!
Do you gentlemen need something?
Frank? Hello?
[honking]
[deflating airbag]
Hmm. You're welcome.
Frank?
- Frank, are you all right?
- Yes, why?
- I heard a commotion.
- Ah, no,
I was just helping
a lady with her shopping.
- You wouldn't lie to me.
- I've got to go.
You will not get
the red car today.
I know, Dieter.
- I know.
- Bye-bye.
[starts car]
♪ 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 on the radio] Okay, so
a guy's driving down the road
in the middle of nowhere
and he sees this other guy
walking along carrying a bag.
He offers him a lift
and after a while,
he asks what's in the bag.
The guy with the bag says,
"A bottle of whiskey.
I got it for my boss."
And the guy driving says,
"That's a good trade!"
- [laughter]
- What's so funny?
Oh, Frank, you could give me
some warning that you are here.
I didn't want to spoil
your fun. What's the joke?
Okay. This guy goes to a store
and buys some whiskey
for his boss,
then, um,
then he's walking back
and then, oh come on,
I don't want to tell it.
I'm a mechanic
and if you want jokes, then
please go to the comedy club.
- [cell phone ringing]
- Oh, fuck. Scheibe!
- Oh, fuck.
- Not who you were hoping for?
- New girlfriend?
- I met a lady.
- Where'd you meet her?
- On the Internet.
Internet girl.
Sounds sweet.
- She likes me.
- Really?
- Sure she's a she?
- I will see her today.
We are meeting for lunch.
Good. You'll meet her,
see what she's like,
get a feeling
for who she is...
- Any advices?
- Lose the jeans.
I plan to, Frank.
[cell phone vibrating]
I got a trip
to Marseille for you.
- The pick-up's in Paris.
- I'll be there.
- [cell phone ringing]
- Carla.
It's a straight run.
Paris to Marseille.
Delivery by six p.m.
I'll be there.
Dieter, I need the new car.
Oh, I am re-mapping this unit.
Until, you must ride,
um... Trudi.
[man] Standard rate plus
a 20,000 bonus.
- Okay.
- All right.
Meet me at the pick-up
- in one hour. To Marseille.
- All right.
- The deadline's 6 p.m.
- No problem. I'll get it there.
- There's something else.
- What do you mean?
Two other guys
want the contract.
And they're sending
couriers as well.
That's bullshit. Fuck them.
Hey, maybe I beat these guys
and take all the money myself.
- Bad news?
- I got to make a run
down to Marseille.
But I guess there's a couple
of other guys
doing the same job.
- You have competition?
- Well, if you want
to call it like that.
I know these guys.
One of them's
an old American alcoholic,
and the other one is English.
Can you imagine?
An English driver?
- Can I come?
- What for?
I could use a trip
to the country.
It's just driving.
And you're going
to be bored stiff.
What's boring about that?
Okay.
You got something for me?
I was about to ask you
the same thing.
Just a quick run
down to Marseille.
Last I heard
you were getting out.
[laughs] Me, too.
Probably my last go around.
You on the same job?
That'd be a coincidence,
wouldn't it?
I've been through this before.
Somebody sets up a race.
Hires a few drivers,
see who finishes first.
- Same old bullshit.
- [cell phone vibrating]
Somebody's watching.
Pickup's changed.
See you around.
[cell phone ringing]
- Yup.
- [woman]
Frank, got the package?
Yeah, and I wasn't the only one.
Pete O'Bannon was there,
then got re-directed.
- As long as the checks clear.
- Don't try making me
feel better.
I don't like competition. It
brings out the worst in people.
Look on the bright side.
You'll probably win.
Probably?
Thanks for the optimism.
When you're back
to the South, you can take
that nice new car for a drive.
Dieter keeps making sure
I don't drive it.
Maybe you need a new mechanic.
Goodbye, Carla.
[laughing]
So who is the competition
you were talking about?
- I'm not supposed
to talk about it.
- I can keep a secret.
I'm not even supposed
to let you ride along.
But you did. Come on,
tell me something.
You gotta be smart.
Smarter than the opposition.
In fact...
- [dials number]
- ...watch and learn.
Yes, hello. I'd like
to report a drug trafficker.
Where is that?
[cell phone ringing]
Yeah.
I don't care how you do it.
Get all the cases.
That prick Amir can kiss my ass.
We'll tell him one of the
drivers jacked the others.
- Got it.
- And the Jamaicans heard about
this run too,
so they're going
to be making their own play.
Okay. There's been
a change in plans.
We're getting
all the money now.
Well come on, motherfuckers.
What's the fucking problem?
Let's go.
- Oh, come on.
- [police siren]
- Sortez de la voiture.
- What's the problem, officer?
- I wasn't going that fast.
- Sortez, s'il vous plait.
Would you mind telling me
what this is about?
We received an anonymous tip
that someone matching
your description
was smuggling contraband.
An anonymous tip?
You see? English.
Amateur.
What's its maximum speed?
I think this car
has been altered.
Sorry, we're in a hurry.
That's too bad.
Oh, shit!
[cell phone ringing]
- Yeah?
- I caught you at a bad time?
What can I do for you,
Inspector?
I was wondering,
do you have any couscous?
The couscous is in the kitchen
pantry by the refrigerator.
Is there anything else
I can help you with?
Yes. Your barbecue
is wonderful.
You will have to tell me
where you bought it.
I see you found the lock
to the cabana.
Not exactly.
Which reminds me.
The lock to your cabana
is broken.
You really should get
this lock fixed, Frank.
Frank? Frank?
Inspector, I'm going
to have to get back to you.
Juliette?
Frank, thank God you're here.
They had guns.
Nicolai tried to get away.
- What happened?
- I don't know.
- I think he's hurt.
- What are you doing here?
Hey!
If you don't mind,
I'm going
to need your briefcase.
- The briefcase. Let's go.
- You already have a briefcase,
Nicolai.
- What do you need mine for?
- I need yours
because I lost mine.
Well, not exactly lost,
more like taken from me.
Now you give me your briefcase,
I complete delivery.
No one will know
any different.
Except you and I
will know different.
I'm not going
to say anything.
And if you do, well, you'll
just look very unprofessional.
As unprofessional
as you're going to look
when I disarm you?
And how're you gonna
manage that?
Well, you're standing
about three feet away.
And since you're facing me
full on, with your weight
on your front foot, you're
going to be off-balance.
Would you mind...
The fact that you're holding
your gun so tight tells me
you're not going to shoot and,
even if you do, chances are
you're going to shoot wide.
- I'm going to enjoy this.
- No. I guarantee you won't.
You're standing
about three feet away from me,
your weight resting
on your left foot.
Thank you.
[knocking]
Let me in. Look, I'm having
a really bad day.
I've been carjacked,
had guns pointed at me...
- Get in.
- Thank you.
Buckle up.
[tires screeching]
So you haven't told me
what you're doing out here.
- Nicolai's an old friend.
- Some friend.
Maybe not so much anymore.
And you just happened
to be riding with him
when all this happened?
He offered me a ride
to Marseille.
- I thought it might be fun.
- Working out for you, is it?
- Everyone has a dark side.
- Is that a fact?
Even you, I'm sure.
Sure as you were about it
being fun to go to Marseille?
- [chuckles]
- Put it down.
- Just a peek?
- Rule number three:
don't open the package.
Special Forces, right?
Where else would you learn
to fight like that?
I grew up in a house
with three older sisters.
Don't give a straight answer
about your past.
Is that rule number four?
Actually, that's a variation
of rule number two.
Shit! They've got guns!
[gunshots]
Don't worry,
this car's bulletproof.
[gunshots]
[screeching tires]
Come on, let's move.
Come on.
Where are we going?
Somewhere we can stay out of
sight while we wait for a lift.
[cell phone ringing]
Frank?
How would you like to take
a little scenic ride?
No. I'm going to meet Elsa.
That's the only scenic riding
that I am doing today.
Dieter. Meet me
at Cafe Benezet.
[sigh]
[doorbell rings]
Hello.
I haven't seen you for months
and you just show up?
So you're not pleased
to see me?
Want a lift?
So who's after the briefcases?
Two groups. Both well-armed.
Clive William's Jamaican crew,
and the Chinese.
Probably Teddy Mac's boys.
Must be well paid by someone.
Well, that's good to know.
Anyway, I don't slow down
or stop for anyone.
- You stopped for us.
- I stopped for him
as a professional courtesy.
And keep your hands off my shit!
I got everything
the way I like it.
- You live in this car?
- When I'm on the job. See here,
he's in the living room.
And you, darlin',
you're in the master bedroom.
- And you're not the first lady
I've had back there...
- I don't wanna hear.
- ...in the last 24 hours.
- [chuckle]
Is it the money?
Or just the prestige?
I got somebody
to take care of.
So why aren't you at home
taking care of them?
This job keeps you moving.
We're like sharks.
- What? Unevolved?
- No!
You either keep moving
or you die.
That's pretty much it.
Right up there's good.
- Thanks. Take care of yourself.
- You too.
[cell phone ringing]
- Where are you?
- [Dieter] Outside, Frank.
Our ride's here.
Thanks.
- Take care of her.
- I will.
I saw the other car
on the road. It's a mess.
- Sorry about that.
- You're not going to let that
happen to Hilde are you?
That's Hilde? Hmm,
I thought that was Trudi.
No! Trudi
is much more emotional.
She pulls to the left.
I've never understood that.
- Okay.
- Come on, Frank.
- You need to pick up
on this stuff, right?
- I will.
You still got time to make
that date, right?
Dieter will give you a lift.
Take you anywhere you want to
go.
Why would I need him to give
me a lift? I'm riding with you.
- No, you're not.
- You're just going to dump me?
I will wait in the truck.
I'm doing you a favor.
You'll be sorry!
Was that yes or no
to the lift?
- Oui ou non?
- Fuck you!
You crazy bitch.
You.
I've got something you want.
- [cell phone ringing]
- Hello?
- It's me... Juliette.
- How did you get this number?
- You have to come back.
- I'm not coming back.
There are men here. They say
if you don't come back
and give them the briefcase,
they will kill me.
- [spluttering motor]
- Come on. No, no, don't, don't,
don't do this.
You gotta be kidding me.
[hissing]
- [starts car]
- Ha! Ha! Ha!
It's been a while.
Maybe your friend's not coming
after all, hmm?
He's here!
[ring tone]
- [cell phone ringing]
- Give it to me.
- Hello?
- How's the girl?
You brought the briefcase?
- It's in the trunk.
- Perfect.
Stay in the car.
Give me the case.
Pop the trunk.
Shit!
[honking]
Give me my fucking
briefcase back!
Out.
What the fuck
are you going to do to me?
Good to go.
You still haven't told me
how you got my number.
Does that bother you
that I have your number?
What bothers me is that coming
back for you has put me
- 20 minutes behind schedule.
- Interesting.
You've just saved me
from a guy with a machete.
Beaten up several more who
could easily have killed you.
And what bothers you
is that you're behind schedule.
It's that Special Forces,
isn't it?
The suppression of panic.
No reaction to terror.
It must be hard.
Getting back into civilian life.
What's hard is listening
to chatty passengers.
Yeah. Maybe you'll end up
like that old guy in the Volvo.
A shark that swims until it
stops, then dies because
there's nothing else.
- Sorry. It's business.
- [beeping]
Oh, shit.
[phone ringing]
What?
Are you heading towards
the Bergeson Tunnel?
- Yes.
- There was a fire.
The tunnel's closed for a while.
Can you route us around?
Nothing that won't slow you
down for at least six hours.
There's an inn about
ten kilometers ahead.
You should stop there
and wait it out.
Okay. Thanks, Carla.
A slight delay, I'm afraid.
So you still haven't told me
what brings you to town.
Business.
Well, mostly business.
And missing seeing you, Carla.
- Are we going to be here long?
- Hard to say.
- I'm gonna take a nap.
- You do that.
There. Thank you.
Wake me up
when it's time to go.
- What?
- Get some rest.
Une bière pour...
Right, no names.
- Okay.
- ...pour mon ami.
- Two beers.
- Merci.
Merci.
How many runs you think
you've done?
- It's hard to say.
- I've done over a thousand.
Twenty-five years of driving.
How many times have I said
this is the last one?
At least the last 500.
Yeah, what is the retirement age
for a driver?
Wish I knew.
I used to love it, though.
When I started
it was mostly Iron Curtain work.
Bringing stuff over
from the East.
Sometimes the other way.
I try not to judge.
If the money was good,
I took the work.
You never got in trouble
with the CIA?
[chuckling] You know who
the biggest pain in the ass was?
West Berlin locals.
Anyway, I never
carried anything
I thought would really
hurt anyone on our side.
A couple of times I even...
I even "lost" microfilm.
You opened the package?
When it was coming from
the Soviet side, sure.
Didn't want anybody to think
I was a traitor.
There used to be honor
back then.
There still is.
Guys like you
and me maybe.
You know what
I really think?
I think it's because we don't
want to really settle down.
Not stay anywhere.
Not commit to anything.
- You are Dieter.
- Yeah, uh...
You look nothing like
your profile photo.
Ah, you know, I took it in
my garage, with the other light.
It's a little bit different.
And you are Elsa?
You look better than your photo.
Are you going
to buy me a drink?
Yes, a drink might be
a very good idea.
Waitress!
- I would like schnapps.
- Two schnapps, please.
So, here we are.
Your profile says
you are a professor.
Ja, kind of.
- [man] Elsa!
- Oh, shit.
- Who's that?
- That's Hans.
- Hans?
- My boyfriend.
Your boyfriend?
Why is he here?
He must have found my bike.
He's very jealous.
- Oh, should I go?
- [man] Elsa!
- Where are you?
- No! Stay.
Ja.
- Elsa.
- Hans.
Viv never divorced me,
she just got tired of waiting
for me to come home.
You got somebody
like that?
- No, not really.
- It's no life.
Always driving away.
I wish I'd figured that out
20 years ago.
But it's not
too late for you.
Don't fall in the trap.
[cell phone ringing]
- How's it going?
- Frank, I think
I might be in some trouble.
- Elsa?
- Ja, she has a boyfriend.
He's looking for me.
His name is Hans.
[chuckling]
Just leave, Dieter.
- She's not the woman for you.
- There's no way out.
- There is always a way out.
- And if he sees me?
Punch him as hard
and as fast as you can.
- And then?
- Then run like hell.
Oh, fine. Scheibe!
- It's you?
- Ja.
Please, don't fight over me.
[breaking glass]
The tunnel's cleared.
Hey!
You're not leaving me here!
[phone ringing]
- Yeah?
- [man] I got the info.
You ready?
- Go on.
- I just spoke with Michael.
The drop's going to happen
tomorrow night at 11:30.
Warehouse 4B. All right?
Listen, we need to talk.
That's never gotten us anywhere.
Seriously. You should
warn your transporter.
There are some very dangerous
people after those briefcases.
- How do you know about that?
- I was sent to find out
his route.
To stop him.
Get out.
[shouting] Get out!
[phone ringing]
[cell phone ringing]
What?
Frank, I just got a tip
that you're heading for trouble.
- No kidding.
- I wish I were.
- Where?
- I don't have
a specific location,
- but it's about to happen soon.
- How reliable is your source?
Very. We're close.
Okay. Thanks for the heads up.
- [tires screeching]
- [gunshots]
[gunshots]
[Juliette]
What's going on?
I've driven this road
hundreds of times.
If Carla is right,
this would be it.
- This would be what?
- A place for an ambush.
- [chuckle]
- Hey!
- Give me a ride, baby?
- Oh, you bet, sweetheart.
- Who said chivalry is dead?
- Oh...
[gunshots]
- Where are we?
- We should be there in an hour.
[Juliette]
Is that the courier?
- [honking]
- What's wrong?
I'm guessing he ran
the roadblock too.
[honking]
Hey...
You took your time.
Just relax.
I'm going to help you.
Don't bother.
We both know
it's not going to do any good.
You do me a favor.
You tell Viv...
what happened.
The address is on the back.
Sure.
We're like sharks.
Frank.
Name's Frank.
Blaze of glory, Frank...
There are cars and bodies
all over the countryside.
- You call that discretion?
- [man] Hey, the job was done.
The contract's canceled.
Do not contact me again,
our relationship
has been terminated.
Fuck you, Amir!
You fucking asshole!
The famous transporter.
I've heard so much about you.
Please, have a seat.
- Champagne for Mr--
- No thanks.
I told you
the Englishman would win.
There are hundreds of drivers,
but only one Transporter.
Congratulations to the winner!
I brought your money.
- A man died.
- Yes, that was unfortunate.
But it's a risky business.
And what does it matter
to you anyway?
You're just a driver.
You get half.
The rest is
for O'Bannon's family.
Are we going to have
a problem with that?
I didn't think so.
So?
- So what?
- What's in the package?
I gave you a ride.
That's all you'll get from me.
You're unbelievable.
I'll take that
as a compliment.
This isn't over.
See you around then.
[beeping]
[click]
[siren]