Transporter: The Series

The Black Lotus, one of the most popular restaurants

in the heart of Chicago's Chinatown.

Great food. Great service.

Oh, and it's run by the Triads.

Tien, the boss, has got awesoe dim sum cooking in the kitchens.

And a pretty tasty chemical weapon

cooking in a secret lab upstairs.

You gotta order that one off the menu.

Table for one?

I'm here to see Tien.

I don't know any Tien.

Uh-huh...

You gonna to take me to him?

Or am I gonna take myself?

There goes baldy, calling over the muscle.

His name's Shawn.

Head of security for this Triad and Tien's personal bodyguard.

Real friendly guy.

He wants to see Tien.

Check him out.

Okay, we're in.

Easy enough.

[Sounds of busy kitchen, bustling restaurant staff]

Aim of the game is to get to that weapons lab.

So far, so good.

Oh no!

- - Damn it!

We may have been a little hasty there.

Okay, as I said, the Black Lotus.

One of the most popular restaurants

in Chicago's Chinatown distric.

Dim sum downstairs, chemical weapons upstairs.

You get the picture.

Table for one?

I'm here to see Tien.

I don't know any Tien.

You gonna to take me to him?

Or am I gonna take myself?

Right, and here we go again.

What Frank needs is some kind of distraction.

I could use the restroom.

Okay, Frank...

I would guess that's as good an excuse as any.

And thank you Dragon Lady.

Now, to find the entrance to the chemical lab.

- - Sensing trouble here.

Sorry...

Don't speak Cantonese.

This is where the fun begins.

I don't think that's on the menu.

[Pots crashing to floor, men screaming in Chinese]

Oh man! That puts the "ow" in chow mein!

Between a wok and a hard place.

Lettuce? Seriously Frank?

And that, ladies and gentlemen, is why Frank Martin

is Frank Martin.

[Sound of menacing cook, oven door banging]

Ha, take that!

[Sound of metal chain spinning, hard body blow]

- Watch out! -

[Sounds of spinning chain, knives clashing, hard punches]

Nice.

Uh-oh...

Oh, shit!

Here we go again.

One more time.

Anyone else getting a déjà vu?

Table for one?

I don't know any Tien.

Night night, asshole.

All these guys again.

Bruce Lee,

Wok.

Deadly lettuce.

[Wild screams, blows, punches and pots crashing]

Boom, Frank's done it.

Okay, now we're getting somewhere.

Tien's secret lair. His gang is guarding the weapon.

Who the fuck are you?

It's a private club.

I just joined.

Uh-oh, big mistake, jerkweed. He hates magic tricks.

I said it's a private club.

- - Right in his ace of spades.

[Sounds of powerful punches and body blows]

[Man screaming in Chinese, devastating body blows]

Uh-oh, that's Tien, crime boss.

Frank? You might wanna look behind you.

Can you get him in?

Yeah.

Can you get him out?

Not alive.

Alive would be good.

Is there a problem?

You could say that. This job's impossible.

Nothing's impossible.

Look, I've gone through this every which way, Agent Wolfe.

- This warlord, Tien... - Crime boss, not warlord.

Okay, whatever...

He's got like 20 Bruce Lees on the payroll.

We need you to retrieve that weapon, Mr. Martin.

I'm just one man.

Why doesn't the FBI raid the place?

Because if we tried, Tien is crazy enough

to release the weapon into the air.

Tens of thousands could die.

Then why don't you get one of your own men to do it?

I have my reasons.

And Mr. Martin has a pretty unique skill set.

Border Patrol just called.

Damian Blake is flying in from Dublin.

What? When?

Plane's due to land in 30 minutes.

Why didn't we know this sooner?

Who's Damian Blake?

He's a right-wing radical who advocates the violent overthrow

of the federal government.

His group wants to give the government back to the people,

by assassinating the President.

So he's a nutjob?

And a prime buyer for the weapon Tien just developed.

It's everybody's worst nightmare.

This stuff falling into the hands of homegrown terrorists.

Check this out.

Who is this guy?

That's one of Tien's men.

He's probably on his way to the airport to meet Blake.

A hell of a mess.

If he gets that weapon, it's game over.

Does Tien know what Blake looks like?

They've only communicated over the dark net,

so I'd say almost certainly not. Why?

Blake could be my way in.

How?

Border Patrol stops him at the airport and

I show up in his place.

That's brilliant. You'd have to move fast.

I'll need Tien's men to pick me up at the airport...

which means you need to get Blake out of the way.

Okay.

I'll call Border Patrol.

Frank...

This isn't a transporter job anymore.

I'm still collecting a package.

You were asked to retrieve it, not impersonate a terrorist.

Yeah...

It's not like you've had much time to prepare.

Got a better idea?

Okay...

I'll brief you on the way to the car.

... Spacial, baby!

What the fuck are you doing?

- You got me killed, you idiot! - Dai lo...

What you want, Lim?

Take it. Take it!

There's a problem, Dai lo.

There better not be.

The compound is highly unstable.

It's not safe to even move it.

Wait...

You tell me this now?

With respect, Dai lo, I've been telling you this all along.

A man is coming to take delivery.

You understand?

And we're gonna give it to him.

You got a big brain, Lim.

But you know you're problem?

You got no balls.

Just like your old man.

You want to end up like your old man?

No.

Then get Chimera ready...

Now.

Hang on.

One last thing.

Blake's flying in,

he won't be carrying a weapon.

Well, maybe you should.

That won't be necessary.

Listen, Mr. Martin, you're doing a great service to this country.

I don't know how to thank you.

Don't thank me yet.

Good luck.

Yeah?

Okay, so you're about 10-15 minutes away from the airport.

I know.