Get out!
Hey!
- What are you doing? - Trying to catch a bus.
Come on.
What are you doing, driver? Not so good on the water, hey?
Stop it! Stop it!
- OK. OK. - Tell me about the doctor's office.
- What doctor's office? - Where you tried to stick the kid with this.
You want to tell me?
Do you know what you have done? Do you know what you have done?
Obviously something not conducive to your good health, which is all I needed to know.
Have a good life...
what's left of it.
- Outpost to base. The ransom is still there. - Thanks.
The ransom hasn't been picked up.
- Don't worry. - What if it's not just a kidnapping?
- I've worked on many kidnapping cases. - If they don't take it I won't get my son back.
Don't make this any more complicated than it is.
I'm not making this complicated, Jefferson. It's because of your job.
- What does my job have to do with this? - It has everything to do with it.
Because you became famous, we became the targets.
No matter what you think, the only one who's out there trying to get Jack back is Frank.
- The chauffeur? - You spoke to Frank Martin?
- What the hell are you doing talking to him? - He's the last person who saw Jack alive!
We've found the boy.
Hard drive blew.
- Get another one in there. - Yes, sir.
- How long is it gonna take? - Ma'am, we're going as fast as we can.
- He can suffocate in there. - Stay calm.
- It's my son! - Let them work.
- Are you gonna sit and do nothing? - They're experts.
Everyone is an expert! I've had it with all of you!
Audrey!
Mommy!
Jack!
Are you OK?
There you go, little buddy.
Breathe. Come on, breathe.
- You're the devil. - I wish.
- Shit! Dimitri, you scare shit in me. - Where is Sonovitch?
- In chamber. - I need to speak with him.
Sit down! Listen Panasonic. Is rap music, is good.
- What was that? - I don't know.
Shit!
- What are you doing? - I need antidote.
The driver, he inject me with virus. Look!
- Dimitri, where would he get the virus? - The one we left in doctor's surgery.
Please, I need antidote. I am sick.
Calm down. You're not sick. You have four hours before the virus is active.
You know that. You worked on creating it.
- Open fridge. - I'm telling you...
Izvinite. Open fridge. Open the fridge!
Yes. Insurance policy. How many you have?
Two doses. Enough for Tipov and myself.
Tipov's policy cancelled. There is one for me.
And I want it now. Come on.
Come on. Let's do it!
- Let's not. - Who are you?
- There is enough for two. - You don't need it.
- But you injected me. - With water.
- I'm not sick. - You're not sick.
- Water. - Water.
Son of bitch!
Good. Our problem is solved. One dose for each of us.
- It's not for us. - One for you and one for the child. Touching.
My patience is about to run out.
- Tell me about the virus. - OK. What do you want know?
Everything. What is it?
A recombinant retroimmune double-polymorphing effluent.
The child will die. Anyone he breathes on will die, and then it's over.
- What do you mean, "It's over?" - The virus goes inert after 24 hours.
Thanks for the lesson. Now give me the vials.
You really want to play superhero, don't you? Well, let's see if you can fly.
- You OK? - I'm OK.
There's nothing to worry about. It's just a simple viral infection combined with stress.
It should pass in a day or two. I gave him something to help him sleep.
- Call me if anything arises. - Thank you, Doctor.
You know, Audrey, all this has...
well, it's made me realize what a fool I've been.
With Jack...
and with you.
- Are you OK? - Mr. Billings. We're running late.
I'll be right out. I'd like to come by after the conference,
check on Jack.
Check on you.
Good. I'll see you soon.
They're here if you need them.
- Are you all right, ma'am? - I'm fine.
- Hello. - It's me.
- Are you OK? - Go to your bedroom.
Hi, Susan. How are you?
I'm alone. Where are you, Frank?
Turn around.
Frank, you were wrong. It was a kidnapping. Jack is fine.
Jack's been infected with a virus. Anyone who comes into contact with him will die.
What are you telling me?
- Are you telling me my son is gonna die? - No, he's not.
Once incubated, the virus becomes airborne, so anyone he breathes on gets infected.
Your son was a weapon. The target is his father.
- Jefferson? Well, why? - The conference. It's the only logical answer.
Every drug-enforcement agency in one room.
Your husband breathes, the room dies.
You gotta trust me, Audrey.
Can you get to him?
- What are you gonna do? - Find the guy responsible.
He has more of this. For you and everybody else.
For you now.
We have a guest.
- You're burning up. - I'm OK.
You gotta go. Go.
Don't move!
- Is the governor here? - Everybody's here.
Delegates from all over the world.
- Just a second. Hello. - Jefferson, you can't go to the conference.
- Is everything all right? ...to give him a deadly virus...
- I can't hear you. I'm inside. - I've got it, and so do you.
- I can't hear you. - Their plan is to infect everyone there.
- I'm gonna have to call you back. - Jeff!
Mr. Billings, are you all right?
- I'm all right. Come on, let's go. - You sure?
- Allô. - You still a guest of the government?
They gave me the five-star accommodation. Let me guess - you need my help.
Are you near the computer?
It's practically my pillow. So, how do you want to start?
- I don't know. I have nothing. - Ah. My favorite type of investigation.
Let's see. Alors.
I'd like to take this opportunity to introduce you to...
Breathe. That's right, breathe, my friend, breathe.
Once these bastards are out of the way
and their agreements are dead and buried, you know what the biggest problem will be?
- What? - Counting the money.
- I can't wait. - Ay-ay-ay!
Aah. Gianni Chellini.
Hires himself out to anyone looking to make trouble - Red Brigade, Shining Path.
Someone accessed a database on the 15th floor.
That's Gonzalez. He's on vacation.
Was behind the hostage-taking of the OPEC ministers in Geneva.
It was a nice piece of work.
- Give me an address. - Miami, East Highland,
Pelican Drive, number 26900.
- We've found the car. - You're one great cop, Tarconi.
Thank you for the compliment. Now I'm going back to sleep.
Hm. Maybe not.
- Bumbaclaat, man! Move out the way! - Move over.
I'll do ya!
Mommy.
- Honey. You feeling better? - A little bit.
Why don't you try to go back to sleep, OK?
Ma'am, are you all right?
Jefferson. Jefferson, are you OK?
OK, do it.
- What are you doing? - You know, last night got me thinking.
How do we transport the antidote safely?
We need something that won't break or can't be stolen.
Something totally secure. Me.
Impressive. Get dressed.
Stop him.
- These your friends? - Not yet.
- Where'd they go? - The garage.
- I'm out of ammo. - Me too.
- So am I. - Where are the reloads?
The garage.
Check the house. Go, go, go!
Get him! Get him!
- What d'you want me to do? - Keep the meter running.
Bye. Don't worry, baby. You're safe now. You're safe.
You're so beautiful. Remind me of my yellow poom-poom rider.
Don't move.
- Oh, Mr. Driver. - I'll blow you into tomorrow.
I'll bleed what you came for all over the floor. You wouldn't want this.
Not after you worked so hard trying to get to the antidote.
Take a good look, Frank Martin.
I'm a cure for what ails you. I'm the only cure for what ails you.
I am the antidote.
Nice try. I'm impressed. I didn't give you enough credit.
- It took more than a driver to figure this out. - I haven't figured it all out yet.
Perhaps I can help you. What part are you a little thick on?
- You. Why? - Oh.
That's the easy part. It's a business deal, pure and simple. I'm for hire to the highest bidder.
In this case, the highest bidder was the Colombian cocaine cartels
that wanted these pesky lawmen off their backs.
You think killing politicians will make things easier for them?
That's not my problem. I was hired to do a job.
I did the job, like you. Just my pay is better.
My hair and my suit, too.
Oh, Lola.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a plane to catch.
Kill him.
Ciao.
- Don't even blink. - What's in this for you?
Pleasure...
in killing you.
We're coming live from the Key Biscayne causeway
where at least ten police cars are in hot pursuit of a stolen red pick-up truck.
Oh, my. This is just nuts. Jim, are you getting that?
There's another car that is swaying past the police, as if they were standing still.
- Son of a bitch can drive. Whoo. - Yes, he can.
We have clearance for takeoff.
Sit back, enjoy your flight, and we will be in Colombia before you know it.
We have a problem with the landing gear. I need to land.
- Can we fly with the problem? - Theoretically.
Then you'll land when we get to Colombia.
Go and see if you can lift it manually.
Sorry for the inconvenience. Nothing to worry about.
Sorry, flight's been cancelled.
I'm sorry to inform you that you have been cancelled.
Have a seat.
Relax.
Drink something. Let's get to know each other.
I think I know everything I need to know.
Shit.
Five points. What has eyes but no ears, skin but no hair,
it's white inside and brown outside?
- Mom? - A worm?
- Wrong. Dad? - A caterpillar.
- Wrong. - A potato.
- May I help you? - I was just leaving.
- Coconut. - Wrong.
- A snake. - Wrong.
- A peanut. - Yuck!
- A hot dog. - Wrong.
- That was fast. - Yeah.
- Didn't want you to miss your plane. - That's very thoughtful of you.
Check it out, my man.
You won't believe what happened to me last night.
I have something for you. Since you never got to the beach.
Oh, you know, water's water, sand is sand. Here, there - it's all the same.
Flight 069 to Paris.
Thank you, Frank. It was an interesting vacation.
- What more could one ask for? - Ah, yeah.
- Au revoir, Frank. - Au revoir, my friend. Have a good flight.
I doubt it. They said it is all headwinds.
I guess we can't have everything we wish for, can we?
No, we can't.
Yeah.
I'm looking for a transporter.
I'm listening.
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