"Harvest"
This is Drago. Where is my fucking package?
I don't give a fuck about his fucking rules.
My rules are: Make the delivery that I fucking paid for.
You know what? I'm cutting out the middle man, Kagan. Yes, I mean you.
Give me the contact number.
Make me ask you again and I'll cut your throat out.
Yes?
Where is the driver?
I'm sorry?
That piece of shit Kagan set up this deal. It's gone bad.
I want you to make it good.
We only deal with Kagan.
Kagan's no longer part of this deal. I'm the client. Where is the package?
I'm sorry, sir. The delivery might be behind schedule.
- The delivery was due now!
Excuse me, sir. But I'm doing my best to locate your package now.
Well do better then your best. Find it!
Don't bother tracing the call. My name is Drago Sujic, ask around.
My reputation should encourage your driver to finish this deal.
Transporter. And I'm locating him Mr. Sujic.
For his sake, I hope you locate him before I do.
Come on, Frank. Pick up!
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I'm sorry, but the news is not good.
Richard's heart has rejected the term vertical implant.
The cardiomyopathy is worsening.
What does that mean?
At this point the only chance your son has for survival is a full transplant.
Oh my God!
I should tell you there are many heart donors nowadays.
Compatible heart is not automatically available.
- We are very high on the waiting list. - Of course.
Bring Richard back to the hospital tomorrow morning for observation.
When and if a suitable heart becomes available,
we will be ready to go into surgery immediately.
- Do you think a heart... - I can't promise anything.
- Eh.
Do you want books?
Yes. I'll finish animal farm.
They make you read animal farm at school?
It's extra, I finished the other ones already.
I have to be ready for exams if I'm going to Saint Paul.
Dad, we have to keep going.
For mama, she's having a tough time.
She's so afraid, Richard.
To lose you.
No one's losing anyone, papa.
(Talking French)
You ever think of hiring someone to help you with that?
You know, someone could get hurt.
Look Frank, when you use this equipment for as long as I have, it is an instinct.
Why?
Do I make you nervous?
I'd just hate to see you damage the car.
You take care of the driving, I take care of the cars.
Okay.
Maybe you didn't get all the nuts.
No, of course I got all the nuts. Why do you do this?
Safety first, Dieter.
Ah, look who's talking to me about safety.
Everything all right?
Eh, yeah, yeah. Everything is all right.
Can you pass me this, eh, dolly?
- That one? - Yeah.
That one there? Oui, oui. Eh, yeah.
Thank you.
Oh my God.
You sure everything is all right?
Yeah, yeah. Fine, fine.
I just check the manifold.
Eh, could you give me a little push?
Ah, just a little more?
Under the car please.
Yeah, that's great.
- I gotta go. - Sure, sure.
See you later.
Don't get up on my account.
Yeah. Like I said, I'll just check the linkage.
- It's not the manifold? - Yes, the manifold.
I was thinking, maybe...
Maybe later today I can get a massage. Ease the aches and pains, yeah?
Oh, that sounds like a very good idea for you.
I gotta push off. Thanks for the coffee.
Ah, welcome.
- Good luck with the eh... linkage. - Yeah.
Fuck you.
If I was a bank...
You'd be bankrupt and in jail.
But since I am just an individual person and I have no rights
you are allowed to walk free.
So I have to take care of my business however I can.
Which in your case means...
Wait outside.
I'm sorry.
I tried.
I tried everything, but I... I just didn't get better.
No, no. Don't blame yourself. It's...
You're just sick. It's okay.
There are other treatments, other doctors. You'll see.
I just wanted to come home all this time.
I know.
Lena will take you home. I'll be there shortly. I just have some business to finish.
- You're not angry? - Angry?
No, how could I be angry?
I just need a minute.
Oh Filip, my boy.
My precious boy.
I will not let you die.
I promise you that.
I'll do anything, okay?
So, in conclusion to quote Friedrich Schiller:
"It is not flesh and blood."
"A heart, that makes us fathers and sons."
Sophie?
- Sweetie, they have one. - What?
- They have a heart.
Oh my God.
- Encroyable. - Yes, come down immediately.
Oh thank God, I'm on my way.
I used to love to box. But I don't bother with a gym membership anymore.
I make due with what I have.
It saves me money and it's such a good workout.
I'll pay! I've got your money.
At this point, I don't care.
It's happening?
There is a donor. The heart is on it's way.
I'll have a driver there within the hour.
Listen, it's going to be difficult for me to get the heart out.
There is constant supervision.
It's going to be a lot harder for you if you fail.
Almost time.
You the transporter?
You've got to get this to the client as fast as possible. There's no time to lose.
What is going on?
Where's the heart?
How could this happen?
We don't know yet.
We've confirmed that the heart was placed in the ambulance at the donor hospital.
It must've gone missing somewhere en route.
Isn't someone supposed to be with it the entire way?
Yes, our technicians were there to supervise delivery.
We're trying to figure out what happened.
I can assure you everything is being done to locate the heart.
The police are on their way.
How long before the heart is not usable?
The heart can remain viable for only four hours at the most.
You better find it before then.
Excuse me.
- Eh, are you the father of the young boy? - Yes.
I'm inspector Tarconi. I will be in charge of the investigation.
Do you have any leads?
As a matter of fact we do. One of the technicians...
Involved with the transfer of the heart has gone missing.
We have set up checkpoints on all major routes into and out of the city.
- Inspector, they found the technician, he's here. - Excuse me.
He collected the heart, as scheduled. But it was never delivered.
Apparently he was picked up on his way to the airport.
He claims he was going on vacation, but...
the hospital has no record of him asking for time off.
- How much time do we have? - Just over 3 hours.
I saw some reporters on my way in.
Yes, the story got out quite fast.
I need you to do me a favor.
I'm inspector Tarconi.
Good for you.
You work for this hospital, yes?
A medical technician with access to the transplant team?
Look I already told them, I have nothing to do with this.
What the fuck is this?
Reporters. When they get a whiff of something like this
it's almost impossible to keep them away.
I will talk to them.
Sorry about that.
Now, eh, where were we?
What did you say to them?
I just told them you confessed and, eh, that you were...
giving out the names of everyone involved in the plot.
Are you fucking insane? I didn't say anything like that.
Of course not, but if you're innocent as you claim, the people
responsible will know immediately that it were just a trick on my part.
Of course I'm in a position to offer protection for anyone willing to co-operate.
Does he know where the heart is?
No, but he led us to a man who might be able to help.
Who?
Someone I have dealt with before.
Yes inspector?
It's urgent Frank.
I'm afraid I can't really speak now.
Perhaps you have heard it on the news. A heart was stolen.
It was needed for a transplant.
No, I have not heard.
I just arrested a man who confessed to giving the heart to a driver for transport.
He gave a description of the man and his car.
Frank, it matched you.
I'll let you know if I hear anything.
Frank you should know that the heart is for a 14 year old boy. Very sick.
He will die if this surgery is not carried out just under two hours now.
Frank?
Gotta go, inspector.
Where is the package?
Trunk.
Open it.
What the fuck? Hey!
Hey! Let's go, we don't have time for this.
You want the payment? Open the trunk.
Give me my fucking phone.
You know I don't like it when you come by without calling.
Ah, I was in the neighborhood.
Kagan, what do you want?
What?
If you don't tell me what you're doing here, I'm throwing you out those windows.
We need to talk, about your man.
Get to your point.
I've been thinking...
That's a first.
Lately, when it comes to these jobs...
things have been getting a little complicated.
I mean, you gotta admit the body count has been getting a little high.
Self defense, both times. And they were both scumbags.
One of them was referred by you.
All I'm saying is that your boy is starting to get a bit of a reputation.
For what?
Oh, let's just call it a flair for the dramatic.
The guy is a bullet in a china shop, Carla. He's making enemies.
Find the transporter, get me the heart, then kill that asshole.
Go!
This is Drago. Where is my fucking package?
You know what? I'm cutting out the middle man Kagan. Yes, I mean you.
Now what?
What were we just talking about?
What do you mean?
Your man is at it again.
- What's going on? - Don't say I didn't warn you.
If this heart takes any more than 3 hours to get here, it's not gonna be viable.
This heart's failing, we have to get him in the ER right away. Get a doctor.
Let's go, let's go! Quick.
What's happening?
He's in congestive heart failure.
They're taking him to the O.R.
They need to put him on a cardio pulmonary bypass machine immediately.
But, the new heart hasn't been recovered yet.
I'm sorry, we have no other choice.
Hello?
Have you found him yet?
Yes.
Is he on his way back here?
Not yet.
I told you, I promise no harm will come to him if he brings me the package.
But he needs to bring it to me now.
I understand.
Then why haven't you stopped him?
He doesn't take orders from me.
Let me speak to him.
I don't think that's a good idea.
I don't give a shit what you think.
Put me through to him right now.
Let me see what I can do.
Carla.
Frank, I just got an angry call from the client, you didn't deliver the package.
- You know what it is?
Frank, I thought that wasn't suppose to matter.
It's a human heart. Stolen before it could be transplanted into a dying boy.
The client is Drago Sujic.
And you know he's one of the biggest crime bosses in Southern France.
Extremely well connected. Politicians, cops.
I don't give a shit. Why does he need a heart?
I don't know.
- Well find out!
- Yes? - Drago has a son, 16 years old.
Born with a heart defect.
His heart has declined for years, now he's in desperate need of a transplant.
So Drago cut to the front of the line.
He built a state of the art operating room
in his mansion and hired an entire team of surgeons.
He spent millions on this, Frank.
You expect me to feel something for the man?
You asked me why he needed a heart, I'm telling you.
Kagan referred this job, didn't he?
- Let me deal with Kagan, Frank.
Drago is on the other line, he wants to talk to you.
Fine.
Mr. Sujic, you're on with the transporter.
Where are you?
I'm afraid there's been a change of plans.
I was told you make it a point of never changing the deal.
We'll return your down payment.
Fuck the down payment!
You have less than two hours to bring me the package
or I will track you down and I will fucking kill you.
What is it?
The surgeon wants to know if we should wake him up.
What for?
They can only keep him under for so long.
The surgery goes ahead as planned.
Because you are going to put out the description of the driver
and the make of the car to the whole organization.
I want eyes on the street.
I want every pimp, every hooker, every dealer
that has ever been put on the payroll to be out there looking for this guy.
And as soon as he's found, I want to know about it.
You've got to be kidding me.
Swedish or deep tissue?
Whatever brings a relief on my back. I can not withstand.
Just relax.
I'm going to fix everything.
Oh, wait, wait, wait, wait.
Here is a little something extra for the finishing.
The finishing?
The ending, um... you know? To make it happy.
Oh, I'm sorry.
Oui, hello?
Dieter, I need a car.
- Eh, when? - Now.
- Aah. - What the hell was that?
I get a massage. I hurt my back this morning. My back, I cannot... aah!
Listen. I don't have time to talk, it's urgent. I need a car.
Aah, let go of me!
Just relax.
How can I relax when you break my neck?
- Dieter? - Yes?
The car.
Where is the one you drive in?
- I had a little accident. - Aah.
The car ended up in a pool of wet cement.
Enough! Stop this sabotary.
Here. Go finish yourself!
Dieter?
Frank, I'm sorry. Yes, listen. My back, I can barely move, let alone drive.
All right, forget it, enjoy your massage.
Wait, did you say cement?
Rene Dugat. One of dealers on the street.
Rene?
Mister Sujic. I just spotted your man.
Follow him, don't let him out of your sight, catch him if you can.
Stay sharp, he's an expert driver.
No. No, he's on foot.
Okay, does he have the package with him?
He's carrying a bag if that's what you mean.
Get him, kill him if you need to, I don't really care.
But make sure you do not damage the package, do you understand me?
Yes sir.
Go, go, go! Get him!
Yeah.
Frank, where are you?
I've been trying to call you.
There is not much time, the boy's heart has failed.
He's on the operating table as I speak.
Heart machine is keeping him alive.
I'm working on it.
What do you mean? What are you doing?
Do you have the heart or not?
I'll get back to you.
Aah, shit!
Monsieur!
Sorry officer, just admiring the vehicle.
What's in the bag?
Actually, I do need your help.
It's critical that the contents of this bag
gets to a hospital as soon as possible.
I see, I'll take this with me.
Thank you.
Can you hold the fort for a few minutes?
Someone just handed me this.
I'll take it in, it looks like the missing heart.
Dispatch...
Frank, we can not be playing this game.
The police have the heart, inspector.
What? When did this happen.
I just handed it over, they must've called it in.
It's not possible.
My radio has an open channel with central dispatch.
I would have heard such a call.
This cop didn't call central station.
Inspector, I'll get back to you.
Frank, what are you doing?!
Inspector, with all due respect, I really can't talk now.
I've just confirmed with dispatch. No officers called in.
But there's one unit not responding.
Dirty cops, I know where they're going. I'm gonna get there first.
- How? - It's what I do.
We have less than one hour before the donated heart becomes useless.
I'm aware of the time inspector. That's why I need to hang up now.
- Yes? - I've got the package, I'm on my way.
All right. We'll have the money for you when you get here.
You said that you were coming in a police car.
What the fuck?
Shit!
Where's the heart. We don't have much time.
Here.
Hey! Piece of shit.
Ah! My chest.
Get in the car! It fucking hurt.
You want me to drive?
You're lucky I didn't shoot you in the fucking head.
Hello?
Go to the emergency room entrance at the side of the hospital.
Do you have the heart?
Just go, now.
Hey, asshole!
Put down the heart.
Stop!
Drop your gun.
Go! Take the heart.
Get a doctor.
Please, my son...
He's fading!
Filip, please. My son.
He's fading, get him inside now.
No, his pulse is still strong. If the heart was hit, it's possibly fake.
If we do not get him to surgery, he will die within half an hour.
What about his heart?
I agree, the heart was not hit.
But he's losing too much blood. He can not survive.
Do you know if you're a match with your son?
- Put him in the ambulance. - He can not survive!
Put him in the ambulance!
Do as he says!
René, René! Vite, vite! En ambulance.
You will need help to keep him alive.
This crate is going to be slow enough with just me and him.
Any extra weight, we're not gonna make it.
His surgeon is at home, waiting. The heart. He has one chance.
Take one EMT for while you are driving.
Her. You!
You get in. No one else.
In the ambulance. Allez, allez! Vite!
Where... where are we?
Home.
Got to get you inside.
Thank you.
He's dead.
- His heart's still good. Get him inside. - Okay.
I finished the transplant. So far, everything looks good.
The heart, it was all right?
Despite the delay, it shows no signs of damage.
It starting beating almost immediately. Quite remarkable, actually.
Thank God!
Thank you, inspector.
Our son owes you his life.
Jesus Christ, Carla. This is some kinky shit.
I'm trying to decide whether or not to kill you.
What? Why?
Lately every job you sent our way has turned to shit.
Hey, that is not my fault, okay?
I mean... I don't get rich screwing you.
You'd do anything for a big payday.
Well, you know. It's a competitive business.
Yes, but I can decide who to do business with. We're done.
You can show yourself out, you're fired!
How's the boy?
He will be fine.
The doctors are confident of a full recovery.
- It's good to hear. - Frank.
We have to talk about what happened downstairs.
- The man I shot. - His name is Drago Sujic.
Ah... I thought I recognized him.
He was responsible for all this?
He was trying to save his son.
And in the end that's exactly what happened.
I took him home and he gave his son his heart.
Then some good came of it after all.
Still, such a theft.
It's troubling how someone could be involved in such a terrible crime.
It's possible some of the people involved didn't know all of the details.
I think these people should be more careful in the future.
No more jobs from Kagan.
Don't worry, you'll never hear his name again, let alone see him.
Nice job today, by the way.
An elegant solution.
That's what we're all about.
Good night, Carla.
Good night, Frank.
Drago didn't make it.
You should be pleased.
I would be more please if I could get some of these bastards alive.
What about Frank Martin?
What's the connection? I'll stay with him.
Don't waste your energy on this driver, he's not an asset.
He's not just a driver. He's a transporter.
- You want? - No.
You know what's difficult?
Learning Hungarian.
No, no, no. Harder than learning Hungarian.
Do you want to keep me guessing?
Removing dry cement from an automobile.
You see Frank, this is a very long, very tiring process.
You want to know what's involved?
Not really.
You take one part of muriadic acid and four parts of water.
And then, you use a toothbrush to scrub it away at the hardened concrete.
Feel that.
- I don't want to feel your back, Dieter. - Just feel.
Ow! Yeah. Do you feel that?
I'm not...
I'm not a doctor, dude. If you need to see a doctor, you just see one.
What I need is a massage.
I though you got a massage?
It was not what I was expecting.
What were you...
I don't want to know, do I?
It didn't end well. That's all you need to know.
subtitles by Oldskool for www.addic7ed.com