So where's
your boyfriend today?
I thought you were having
another hot date.
Got postponed.
He had to run.
[panting]
[woman grunting]
Enough!
Are you gonna run again?
I'll take that as a yes.
Ugh! Put me down!
I'm not gonna run.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
You know where
the Transporter is?
If you act on the information,
then my cover could be blown.
That's why you got so close
in the first place...
so we could use it
when the time is right.
That time... is now.
He's driving a girl,
Emily Casson, street name 'Jet',
to the Chateau Carval
in Villards sur Var.
What time is he due to arrive?
In an hour,
and he's never late.
Why did you run?
They offered me a job,
I said yes.
Now, I've changed my mind,
- I don't want it.
- You make a deal,
you should never change it.
You know what? Fuck that!
My arrangement is
with the man who hired you.
I've got a bad feeling.
I'll pay you more
to take me back.
A deal is a deal.
I deliver you. What happens
after that is your problem.
[rock music in headphones]
[cell phone ringing]
- [man] Hello.
- I've sent an address.
The girl will be there
in 45 minutes.
Kill her and anyone else
who gets in the way.
Right on time,
I commend you, monsieur.
- Didier Carval--
- No names.
Ah, very wise.
And you must be Jet.
They tell me she is
the best hacker in France.
Mademoiselle,
very pleased to meet you.
Do not.
- Just get this over with.
- Yes.
Yes, of course.
Not my place, obviously.
More a hideout, really.
I need to rearrange
some funds.
Think of it
as a market correction.
- Is everything here
I asked for?
- Yes.
- Where are the account numbers?
- On the desk.
I managed to lose,
well actually,
rather a lot of funds that
belonged to the Scozzi family.
- I want to be paid.
- Of course.
- [typing quickly]
- Anyhow, I gave them
the usual warnings.
The value of your investment
can go down as well as up.
As it turns out,
the value went down.
What is money these days,
but numbers in a computer?
- And Jet is going to rearrange
those numbers for me.
- You talk too much.
- She has a point.
- Let's just say
I'm out of my comfort zone
and spending far
too much on security.
But this...
this is money well spent.
- Thank you.
- Frank.
His name is Frank.
Frank.
Thanks, Frank.
Shit!
[gunshots]
What the fuck is going on?
They said I had till tomorrow,
9:00am, to get them the money.
You are moving the money?
- Yes.
- Come on, hurry up.
Print it, I want to show them.
Jesus, fuck!
Why don't they stop shooting?
[gunshots]
Ah!
- [gunshots]
- No! No, that's
not what we agreed.
"Till tomorrow," you said.
I've got your money back.
- What the fuck are you doing?
- I'm here for the girl.
Ugh!
Come out.
Just close your eyes.
Ugh!
[gunshot]
[grunting]
- You want to go home?
- You came back.
Seems that way.
Come on.
You know how to use
that thing?
Go, go, go, go, go!
[gunshots]
Nice shot.
- [quick automatic dialing]
- [phone ringing]
Well?
- She got away.
- How?
The Transporter.
♪ 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 ♪
Next time I say I have a bad
feeling maybe you should
listen to me.
There won't be a next time.
[beeping]
- [Carla] Frank?
- Carla.
- How did it go?
- Got interesting.
- Interesting how?
- Some mobster's goons showed up
- and killed the client.
- Frank, are you all right?
Yeah. And the good news is
he paid me before he went down.
You are a hard man, Frank.
Only when I have a lunch date.
- Anyone I know?
- Nope.
Ohh, the mystery woman.
When are you going to tell me
about her, Frank?
I'm not.
- Bye, Carla.
- Au revoir, Frank.
Where can I drop you?
- I've pinged your GPS.
- Please don't do that.
Why did you
come back for me?
I missed your
winning personality.
Later, Frank.
No, no, thank you...
I didn't ask you
to save me.
I take care of myself.
Nice work, Inspector.
I'm glad you approve, Frank.
She must be
a very special lady...
whoever she is.
I think she might be.
And here she is.
She is very punctual.
Now... I know why
you like her so much.
Oh!
OK.
Thanks again, Inspector.
[woman] You're a man
of many talents, Frank.
You must have been working
on this all day.
Only the best
for you.
[gasping]
Not the reaction
I was hoping for.
- Give me any reason,
I'll blow your head off.
- Who are you?
- [phone ringing]
- That's not important.
Someone wants to talk to you.
Hm.
Yes?
Frank? Do what they say...
...otherwise they're
going to kill me.
[speaking French]
Let's go.
Frank...
Don't worry.
I'll call you.
Bonjour, Monsieur Transporter.
Carla's been good enough
to lend me her office.
Please don't try
anything foolish.
Your friend is in
a very difficult position.
- What do you want?
- The hacker, Jet.
I know you have her somewhere.
You need to bring her to me...
...or Carla dies.
- That's the deal.
- I don't like blackmail.
You have four hours.
It's a deal.
- [keys jingling]
- [handcuffs dropping on floor]
I'll be back for you.
[whimpering]
[French hip-hop playing]
I'm looking
for a friend of mine.
Does he wear a suit too?
A suit's an ironic statement.
- Yeah? What is that?
- Things aren't always
what they seem.
This friend of mine,
she's a girl
about yay high, black hair,
goes by the name of Jet.
Friendly little soul.
Proper ray of sunshine.
You should go.
I said get out of here.
Jet!
[screams]
Oh, my God.
David?
- Get down!
- Ah! Ah!
Let's get the hell
out of here, come on.
Are you all right?!
Are you OK?
[gunshot impacts]
Just get me out of here. Ah!
- Ah! Just get me out of here!
Get me out of here!
- Come on.
Who's that?
I can smell your perfume.
Help me!
- Where are you going? Help me!
- What the hell are you doing?
Since when did we kidnap people?
We're at war, our enemies
don't play by any rules.
I'll do whatever it takes
for national security.
What does this have to do
with national security?
The hacker, Jet.
She's hacked
into our most secure systems.
- She's a terrorist.
- She's just a kid.
With information that puts
our entire intelligence
network at risk.
Every security threat
is to be treated
as a terrorist threat.
You know the protocols.
And what about her? She has
nothing to do with any of this.
We need your Transporter
to bring the hacker here.
I need leverage.
I'm sorry
about your friend.
His name was David.
The guys who killed him
want you dead too.
- I need to know why.
- The DCRF had a file on him.
- French Intelligence?
- Yeah.
He hacked the passport authority
and got onto their radar.
We went to the DCRF system
to erase their file.
We weren't
the first ones in there.
We got curious
so we followed them...
to this guy.
Edouard Orlande,
deputy chief of the DCRF.
He has bank accounts
in Switzerland, the Caribbean,
fake names,
secret passwords...
and payments from people
that he really, really
shouldn't take money from.
He knows you know...
You signed your own
death warrant.
He obviously
doesn't take chances.
He's going to want us all dead.
And we have 3 hours
to rescue Carla.
[cell phone ringing]
- Bonjour, Transporter.
- I've got the girl.
Meet me at the market
square at 3:45.
So now what?
I'm gonna do something
you would never do.
What's that?
Call the cops.
Hm!
- Inspector.
- Frank.
- Inspector Tarconi,
this is Jet.
- Mademoiselle.
- She has social issues.
- No, I have cop issues.
I often feel the same way.
Jet is a hacker.
She discovered information
proving that a...
DCRF chief is dirty.
He wants her dead...
and he's holding Carla hostage.
The DCRF have
people everywhere.
You're right,
this is very serious.
Hm, you should try this.
Marcel is a master.
I've been coming here
for years.
When you find someone
you trust...
I take it you have a plan.
What do you need?
- Access and a diversion
in an hour.
- An hour?
The Transporter is bringing
the girl. You should go.
I want to see the handover.
It'd compromise
your cover.
Go home, Juliette.
You'll have much to do later.
Everything's arranged?
- Everyone's in position.
- [car door slamming]
You can relax.
Your man is bringing
the package.
Within an hour,
you'll be free to go.
My "man"
won't let this go.
You're going to be
looking over your shoulder
for the rest of your life.
I doubt that.
The minute we get the girl,
kill all of them.
[Jet] If Tarconi's
passcodes are good,
- we own the traffic grid.
- [beeping]
- Woo! Ha! Ha!
- OK. Ready?
Now!
All right! Woo! Ha!
Remember you promised
to delete those files
when we're done.
Yeah, I crossed my fingers.
Will that laptop survive
if I drive over it a few times?
You know, you are
a really angry man, Frank.
Perhaps that's why
your life is so complicated.
The only reason my life is
complicated right now is you.
- And Carla. Is she your lover?
- No.
- But you wish she was?
- No.
Then why would you risk
your life for hers?
[bell ringing]
We're all set.
All fields of fire are open.
- Wait for my signal.
- Copy that.
- You're ready?
- Yeah.
You remember the plan?
Don't get shot.
Just walk towards your friend.
As soon as the girl gets to me,
take the others out.
- What's Frank's plan?
- When the shit hits
the fan, we run.
That sounds just like Frank.
He said you might not understand
anything too complicated.
Now, that really
sounds like Frank.
[sirens]
Police!
- Do we take the shot?
- No. All mobile units,
make sure that the Transporter
does not get away.
Where the fuck
have all these cops come from?
[indistinct talking in French]
- We can't let them cut us off.
- You follow the route,
I'll deal with them.
[shouting in French]
- Left, I need to go left!
- I got it, Frank, calm down.
- It's too close, Jet.
- Then drive faster, Frank.
- You two are so good together.
- I can always take you back.
No thanks.
[Jet] Turn here,
I'm going to try something.
[people chattering]
Who the fuck are you?
I have the same question
for you, monsieur.
Deputy Orlande, DCRF.
And these are your men?
Yes, of course.
Ah... I see what happened.
We had a report
of armed men at the square.
Someone makes a phone call...
one cannot be too careful.
So?
- So...
- So, what?
Why are you here
with all the snipers
and firepower?
Listen, Inspector,
you've just screwed up
a major intelligence operation,
so I suggest that you stop
asking me questions.
Get your men out of the square
before I have you
directing traffic
in the countryside!
As you wish.
Are we safe here?
As safe as anywhere else.
- That's reassuring.
- Why wouldn't we be?
Orlande got to me through you.
He doesn't know where I live.
My name isn't on the deeds
to this place. Come on.
- It's nice.
- Thank you.
I mean, a little square
and old, but nice.
Nice knives!
When Edouard came
to my office, he already
knew about that job.
I would never give up your name
and location. You know that.
Maybe they hacked
your system.
Unless... someone already
told them something?
- You have a point, Carla?
- You know what
I'm talking about.
What about your mystery woman?
Has she been here?
Leave her out of this.
She's got nothing to do with it.
You're sure you two
aren't lovers?
It's more
a brother/sister thing.
If Juliette wanted to betray
me she's had ample opportunity,
- why would she do it now?
- [cell phone ringing]
You know, I could care less
about your love life,
but how well
do you really know her?
It's Tarconi.
They're on the move
again, Frank.
Maybe it's time to consider
coming in. All of you.
I can protect you here.
No. I need room to work.
Shit!
What?
It's Juliette.
- What is she doing here?
- I don't know.
- Don't let her in.
- I have to say something.
The last time she saw me
I had a gun pointed at my head.
Seems to be quite
the regular occurrence.
It's the company I keep.
Get out back,
I'll deal with this.
Oh, my God! You're here!
You OK?
Why didn't you call me? Who
were those guys on the beach?
- It was a misunderstanding.
- About what?
- It's best you don't know.
- I had a gun pointed at me too.
I know, I know.
I'm sorry about that.
We should go inside.
[camera clicking]
Talk to me. I can help.
If I thought you could help,
I would talk to you.
- We have to trust each other.
- This is something you don't
want to be involved in.
You don't trust me?
I should go.
Juliette...
I'll call you...
when I get this
sorted out.
Maybe you shouldn't.
- Well?
- They are all there.
Good work, Juliette.
[Jet typing]
[sighing]
You know
how to pick them, Frank.
Juliette's not the problem.
You bought her
Caron's Poivre perfume?
- Classy!
- [Frank] So what?
When I was at that warehouse,
a woman was there,
wearing that perfume.
I'd know it anywhere
because you buy me
a bottle every birthday.
Wait a minute,
forget the perfume.
So your girlfriend's a cop?
You knew.
I didn't know she worked
for French Intelligence.
[Edouard] We'll take it
from here, Juliette.
- You will take them alive?
- I told you we would.
We're gonna have to trust
each other, Juliette.
Go.
Do it.
[Frank] Let's go.
Run! Run!
Carla!? Carla, Jet!
Anything moves, kill it.
- You guys, OK?
- [Carla] Yeah, I guess.
You OK? Come on, let's go!
Head for the bedroom.
[Jet coughing]
I need you to hide.
- Frank, you're bleeding!
- It's nothing.
- We should get out.
- No. This ends here.
- Get behind that thing.
- Fuck 'em up, Frank!
I intend to.
- Ugh!
- Argh!
Time to go.
There will be more of them.
OK, let's go.
OK, into the car.
Get behind the car.
Argh!
Ah!
Ah! [moaning]
Ugh!
You know your boss
is dirty, right?
You're not the target,
Transporter.
Then your rocket must have
hit my house by accident.
[grunting]
Ah! Aaaah!
- One down, one to go.
- You don't even know
where to find Edouard.
I know someone who does.
Stay here.
I loved that fucking house.
- He's so badass.
- He's gonna get himself killed.
- Can you trace his phone?
- I can hack a computer
that can.
Do it.
Inspector Tarconi? It's Carla.
Frank.
Surprised... to see me alive?
No. Just relieved.
Really?
No one else at the DCRF will be.
The DCRF wanted me
to infiltrate the
Transporter network.
- Well, you accomplished that.
- It started as a job--
And what?
Became something else?
The hacker, Jet,
she's a terrorist!
I couldn't let her--
That's bullshit, and you
know it. Now sit the fuck down!
She's just a fucked up kid
who sticks her nose in
where she shouldn't.
And this time it was the DCRF
and your boss, Orlande.
- How do you know that name?
- The girl found it,
tracking dirty money
and agency cover-ups.
- Impossible.
- And it all leads
back to Orlande.
No.
Why do you think he
wanted us all dead?
And why did he send
you in after us?
Because he's dirty, corrupt.
You've been working
for this prick all along.
I'm sorry, I didn't know.
- I never meant to--
- Never meant for what?
For us? For us to go so far?
- I was just a job?
- It started like this...
They blew up my fucking house!
I know, and I'm sorry.
He said they were just
going to arrest you.
My feelings for you are real.
Your feelings?
I don't want to hear any of it.
I don't want to hear one fucking
word about your feelings.
You're going to hear it, OK?
Because you and me...
we find it hard to trust...
to let someone in.
Because of what we are.
I'm here for Orlande's location.
That's the only reason I'm here.
I will take you there.
[indistinct words in French]
Ugh! Ah!
Is it just the two of you?
You need an explanation?
Why did you blow up
the Transporter's house?
I know, Juliette...
you feel betrayed.
- As do I!
- Ah!
Ah!
Frank!
Mr. Martin, you're
a very hard man to kill.
Let her go
and you can try again.
In the end, I'm disappointed.
We had a good game,
but you underestimated me.
I cover every base.
I knew that Juliette
harbored true feelings,
so I had her watched,
and here we are.
Well, that's all
very interesting...
- but I don't care about her.
- OK.
Where do you
fucking people come from?
Drop the gun!
You're under arrest!
For what? I'm the deputy
chief of the DCRF
in a warehouse assaulted
by a group of terrorists!
[Tarconi] That's enough!
Let her go and drop the gun!
No, Inspector, I'm leaving.
Put the gun down and step away.
We don't have all day. Oh!
[Edouard grunting]
Please, no. No.
Don't do it.
Please don't. Please.
Please.
Don't make me--
Please don't. Please.
[long scream]
- [crash]
- [Carla gasps]
Now might be a good time
for you all to leave.
Except Juliette, who I will need
to talk to her superiors...
I'm afraid...
I'm going to have
to paint myself as a hero.
Go for it.
Well at least no one can put
a gun to my head out here.
Ah! [laughing]
- [cell phone ringing]
- You think we're jinxed?
[laughing]
I'm off duty.