Calm down, OK? Don't worry. You OK?
- Stay here. I'll be right back. - No. Wait! Wait!
Put it on.
You OK? Sure? OK, let's go.
Frank? Is this your house?
Yeah, I guess.
I should mind my own goddamn business.
Simple rule, simple little rule.
There's gotta be some dry clothes in this house.
"Don't open the package."
Nothin' but trouble, you open the goddamn package.
Frank?
- What are you doing? - Making up for the trouble.
- Wait, wait. Why are you making... - No more questions.
Wait. I don't like it when things get complicated.
You like things simple. Very simple.
I'm not so clear about the house. Could you explain one more time? After I left...
We walked on the beach, had a swim.
- Where? - Past the point.
- Anyone else swimming? - No. Did you see anybody else swimming?
No, no one.
So, you took a walk,
had a swim on a beach where no one else was swimming,
past the point where you can't see or be seen from the beach on either side,
which makes witnesses a little hard to come by.
That's the point of a romantic swim. Who wants witnesses?
- And then? - We came back to the house, found it on fire.
- Just like that? On fire? - Yes.
The 5,000 rounds of spent ammo my men found all around the house...?
- Maybe they had the wrong house. - Monsieur Frank,
people with this kind of firepower
do not make mistakes about who they visit.
- Who would want you this dead? - I don't know.
- Any problems with a client? - I don't have clients. I'm retired.
I live on my army pension, you know that.
You've had the facts of who I am and who I was for years.
Any enemies you can think of? People from the past?
I left the past behind when I moved here.
A past like yours you never leave behind.
- Commissaire? - I'll just be a moment. Don't leave.
- What are you doing? - Computers know everything.
- You just need a password. - Are you nuts?
- We're in a police station. - You always complain,
except when we make love. Then you say nothing.
Hello. See?
- So, where will you be staying? - I don't know.
Well, my cousin has a small hotel.
- Thanks, but we'll manage. - Without money? It will be hard.
Here. It's not much, but at least you won't go hungry.
Thank you.
- Where are you going? - To see that guy.
- Good luck. - One moment.
- You're not coming? - No.
- But he blew up your car. - I'll buy a new one.
- He burned your house. - I'll rebuild it.
- He tried to kill you. - As far as he knows, he succeeded.
Some advice... I don't know what you're into, but whoever wanted you dead thinks you are.
You have a free pass to start over. Here's the advice: start over!
There are 400 people dying in a container on a ship.
My father.
My sisters.
The ship arrives today.
They will make my father a slave.
The only one who knows the container number is that guy.
- You're very good. - What do you mean?
From the moment you saw those pictures in my house, you set me up to get involved.
Breakfast, giving the excuse to the cop to help me, one lie after another.
- Not everything is a lie. - Name one thing that isn't.
What happened in the house between us,
that was not a lie.
You were a soldier. Your job was to save people.
- Past tense. - What does that mean?
I got tired of seeing my best efforts turned into bullshit
by the same people who pay me to do the job.
- No one cared. - This time, I care.
Thank you.
- Bonjour. - Bonjour.
No phone calls for half an hour?
Hello. Surprise!
Sit.
Put your hands where I can see 'em.
Before we get to the heart of the matter,
I have a question: why'd you try to kill me?
You lied to me. You opened the package.
You broke the rules, your rules.
Did you expect me to recommend you for another job?
What's the ship number?
Mr. Transporter, we can both agree.
I answered your first question politely. I won't answer any more.
So I suggest you kill me right now.
And go screw yourself.
I can't find anything.
Oh, poor Frank. What'd she tell you?
We're smuggling people in containers?
- Lai's the perfect name for her. - Mr. Kwai's on the way up.
Your father's here. He'll get a kick out of this.
- I thought your father was in a container. - Yes. I mean, no.
There are 400 people in that container.
- Stay where you are! - She's a real heartbreaker, isn't she?
Ten seconds, two choices. The information, or your brains on the desk.
- Now tell me I'm lying! Nine... eight... - Lai, give me the gun.
I don't know what you're talking about.
five... four... three... two...
One. Shoot.
Lai.
- Liar? - Would I kill my own daughter, Lai?
Come on now. Put it down.
We'll talk.
She thinks we're smuggling people in containers.
- Where do you get these ideas? - Stay away!
- Could you kill your own father? - Please, I am begging you.
- Stop what you are doing. - I do what I do.
I am who I am. I'll never change.
So if you're going to kill me, kill me.
But if you don't, get this gun out of my face.
- Give me. - No!
I know he's innocent. Oh, you have such a good heart.
Always interested in saving innocent people. Well, here's your big chance.
Drop your gun and you will save one.
- Kill him! - No!
- The police are coming. - What now?
Take her.
Send in Leo. I need him to wrap something up.
There were 400 people in that container.
Only 395 made it here alive.
Frank!
- Inspector. Am I glad you're here. - What is this?
This man used my partner's daughter to try and blackmail us.
Luckily my security got the drop on him.
I want to press charges: kidnapping, extortion, assault.
- I know this man. - I suppose in your business,
you have to know all types.
- Now should I call my lawyer? - We'll handle it.
I'll expect all of you at my office for your statements.
As soon as I contact my lawyer, we'll be more than happy to oblige.
The doctor said you'll have a headache,
- then you'll go back to normal. - Where are they?
I think you should be more concerned with where you are.
What got into you? You were always so careful.
- I've got to get out of here. - The charges are filed.
You will not be getting out for a very long time.
Assaulting a distinguished member of the business community,
kidnapping his daughter, extortion...
I'm sorry, Frank. I would like to help you.
But if you continue with the same old story: I'm retired, living on a pension...
I need fresh, Frank. I need new.
For once, I need the truth.
OK. They're smuggling people, from Asia,
through Marseilles, in containers.
- You know this for a fact? - The girl told me.
- You believe her? - Yes.
In French, we have a saying: never believe the cook.
- She's not the cook. - Oh. I suspected.
- No one is perfect. - You're saying you'll do nothing.
I'm saying I'm going to start an investigation.
400 people could be dead already.
But what am I supposed to do? There are laws.
- Sometimes you make your own law. - Like you do?
It doesn't take me 12 months to do the job.
Oh, yes, I know. That's what I admire about you.
All that army training, all that sneaking around...
A man like you could probably resolve this case in how long?
- 12 hours? - Less.
Less. Impressive.
You'd be the perfect man for the job.
- Yes. If I were out. - Yes. If you were out.
Anybody moves and I kill him.
If this is how you transport, I'm amazed you get any work at all.
Come on, give me a hand.
- Maybe I should go with you? - Thanks, but I'm better alone.
That is a very small boat to fight a very big war.
Yeah. But it's a good boat.
Frank, here.
You'll need it.
Or maybe not.
Shipment is cleared. Here's the paperwork.
Take the highway all the way to the first exit, Lyon.
Go straight to the warehouse. We'll be right behind you, just in case.
OK, we are ready to go.
Lai, dear...
I spent thousands of dollars for you to go to school and learn English.
- The least you can do is speak it. - I hate you.
I'm still your father.
Get her out of here!
Give me a minute.
Keep him alive.
Let's go!
No, don't!
Let's go!
Bitch!
Good morning. You lost?
- I'm lookin' to do a little sightseeing. - This plane is not for tourists.
I'm not a tourist.
Call this guy and tell him to meet me.
Sure. Where?
Down there.
Here!
Move up.
Now.
Get closer.
- Steady. - No, Dad, no!
Get away!
Down!
Hands on your head. Move!
Watch her. If she moves or I don't return, shoot her.
- To the water. - I'm really not in the mood for a swim.
March!
So how did a lowlife like you end up with my daughter?
- Found her in a bag, where you left her. - You know nothing. Move!
You got involved with the wrong girl, you dumb shit.
The delivery will be made, my daughter will get over it.
If I'm lucky, maybe she'll see the light.
If she's lucky, maybe you'll get hit by a truck.
- What do you know? - She'll never stop being who she is.
She'll never be you or anything like you.
She'll come around. But you won't be here to see it.
No!
I guess she won't be coming around after all.
- Turn around! - I'd rather see it coming.
Makes no difference to me.
He was a bastard, but he was still my father.
Pretty impressive timing, Frank.
I guess I underestimated you.