Nanotechnology is now
manipulating matter
on an atomic
and molecular scale.
Rousseau's 3400 nanotube
is ready.
The 3400 is the next
breakthrough technology.
Nanotube applications--
air filters, bone healing,
and cancer treatment
are just three of the medical
applications of Rousseau's
groundbreaking nanotube.
To ensure that the inventor
of future generations continue
to advance technology,
Rousseau will now partner
with Kung Industries.
It's with a great deal
of gratitude and hope
for the future
that we announce this agreement
between Kung Industries
and Rousseau Electronics
for commercial development
in this breakthrough
nanotube technology.
[tires screeching]
We are also indebted
to the Committee for Open Trade
in Brussels
and the Chinese government
for their unprecedented help
in this international
co-production.
Without co-operation
and mutual respect,
co-productions
of this kind are untenable.
We thank all the parties.
Brakes are good.
Shocks perfect.
Well done, Dieter.
- [Dieter whispers something]
- What's that?
Nothing. I'm glad
you're happy.
Thought I heard a bit
of a whine around
about 7,000rpm.
You might want
to look into that.
- No, that was me.
- Oh.
All good, then.
So...
- So?
- Out.
- Here?
- I've got a job to do.
- You want me to call you a cab?
- No.
Thanks again, Dieter.
You're the best.
Scheisse.
♪ 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 ♪
Three years behind schedule.
- The graphenation process--
- I've heard all the excuses,
Mr. Rousseau.
I just want to know,
does it work?
The CVD tech guarantees
uniform nanotube delivery
of lengths of up to 30cm.
When can I expect delivery?
The first microchips have
already been fabricated.
You can have them now.
Your delays have impacted
an entire generation
of missile development.
I hope, for your sake,
that these expensive
little tubes work.
Carson. Uh...
- You know Mr. Kung.
- Only by reputation.
Mr. Rousseau was
just explaining the, uh,
medical applications
of the nanotube technology.
Who knows
how many lives can be saved
with the cures that these
little tubes will carry, huh?
Carson is one
of my closest collaborators.
Our biggest breakthroughs would
not have been possible
had it not been for his help.
Will you excuse us for a moment?
Of course.
- What are you doing?
- He shouldn't be here
while we're running
the ohmic threshold testing.
And "collaborator"?
This is my work.
Carson... we developed
this together.
I'm in a meeting here!
Kung is talking about backing
out. We need his help.
How many times do I have
to go through this with you?
I take care
of the business side
so you can be
the mad scientist.
I don't like him.
He's not
my favorite person either.
But we love his money.
Is there a problem,
Mr. Rousseau?
- I have a flight to catch.
- No, no. I just--
My colleague was just asking
a technical question.
I'll see you
in the main lab. So...
My associate wishes
to know how you plan
to ship the chip.
The microchip is
frozen and encased
in an electron-neutral shell.
Other governments are aware
of this work.
The English are close,
and the Russians.
I don't want any surprise
breakthroughs.
I paid for this technology,
it belongs to me.
There will be no problems.
"Medical applications."
"Who knows how many lives
will be saved?"
Kung, you fraud.
You have a stone
where there should be a heart.
You think that I'm stupid?
Oh, no, no, no,
no, no, no, no, no. I knew it.
I knew it. I knew it. I knew it.
A major-general in the Chinese
army. You son of a bitch!
I know who you really are.
- What do you want?
- You're not
a medical researcher.
- I beg your pardon?
- Weapons development-- bombs!
You should ask your boss
about that.
You'll never get it.
There's one prototype. It's
mine. You will never see it!
I suggest you calm yourself.
Carson. What's going on?
Oh, Mr. Bernhardt
and I were just discussing
how excited we are being
in business together.
Good night, gentlemen.
What are you doing?
I won't allow this, Armand.
I won't allow this.
You have a problem,
Mr. Rousseau.
Don't let it become
my problem.
Why, Armand?
What happened to us?
[ringing on other end]
[man] Hello?
Uh... it's Carson Bernhardt.
Yes, the moral industrialist.
Calling to lecture me again?
Or perhaps you have changed
your mind?
There is something
I need to know.
If I sell you the microchip...
do you swear that it will be put
to the use that I intended?
Your partner is selling
micro-tech that's 20 times
faster than anything
that exists-- to the Chinese.
They're not making
computer games.
At least if you sell it to me,
the weapons Mr. Kung
will develop
with this technology
will be deterred.
That's all I can promise.
The fate of the world, Mr.
Bernhardt, on your shoulders.
[phone beeps]
[phone ringing]
- What?
- All right, Frank,
client number 2236.
Pickup is a winery outside Nice.
Sending coordinates.
- Where's the drop-off?
- Information withheld.
- Package specs?
- Information withheld.
- How will I know the client?
- Information withheld.
Am I allowed to know anything
about this job?
They've requested
you be clean-shaven.
- Are you, Frank?
- Information withheld.
- Bye, Carla.
- [phone beeps]
You're late.
Punctuality.
I-I like that. I like that.
Um... but I suppose
in your line of work
it's a necessity?
Is that the package?
What the hell is this?
Just keep quiet.
Don't move from that spot.
- Don't move.
- What did you just do?
I injected a...
a capsule into your neck.
Inside the capsule is
the package-- a microchip.
You should be aware
that it is very valuable.
- I didn't agree to this.
- The buyer is going
to meet you in Geneva,
and he will remove the capsule.
The mode of transport should
make it easier to get
across the border.
No. Rule number one:
never change the deal.
I was, uh, I was afraid
that if I told you beforehand,
you... would not have agreed.
Damn right I wouldn't.
Which is also why
inside the capsule
are a few drops
of a deadly toxin.
If you try to remove it,
the capsule will break,
releasing the poison,
killing you.
The buyer has a vial
of antidote
like this.
When you get to Geneva,
he will remove the capsule
and administer this antidote.
There's one more thing
you need to know.
The capsule was designed
to dissolve in 12 hours.
Once that time is up,
you will have
approximately three minutes
to get antidote
into your system.
All this is simply to say
that it's in your best interest
to complete the transport
in a timely manner.
Whew. Good luck.
- Twelve hours and the capsule
dissolves, killing me.
- Poison?
- He's telling the truth?
- I'm not waiting around
to find out.
The buyer has the antidote.
Twelve hours should give me
- enough time to get to him.
- Frank--
- I'll talk to you later.
- Frank!
- [girls laughing]
- Oui.
Bonne journée, monsieur.
[girls laughing]
Au revoir, monsieur!
- Afternoon.
- Remove your glasses.
Destination?
- Geneva.
- What purpose?
- Visiting a friend.
- For how long?
Today only.
Driving back tonight.
- Such a short visit.
- He's not a good friend.
- You are being funny?
- No, sir.
Because I have no time
for jokes.
I can see that.
[guard sniffing]
You are bringing meat
with you?
No, no meat.
Pull over
for further inspection.
- Why?
- Pull over
for further inspection.
You're live on the air
with Carl the Car Guy. Giles is
our special in-studio guest.
We're talking Formula One
and weight regulations,
and you had a special
observation.
Yeah, the whole thing
is bullshit.
It's not about fuel economy
or safety.
Well, then why do you
think the FIA put
the turbo ban in place?
'Cause a bunch of whining
little girls are scared
of the big turbos!
Well, I mean, come on,
these are legitimate concerns.
I mean these big motors
were spitting out,
what, close
to a thousand horsepower!
That's what I mean!
That's why they call it racing!
So there's no room for safety
in your mind?
The only people that talk
about safety are pussies.
Step out of the car.
Leave the keys.
I'm going to have
to move things along.
Everybody wants to be
Ayrton Senna, but nobody
wants to go fast.
- Wah! Babies!
- Asshole.
Hi, you're on the air.
Who're we talking to?
Hello, my name
is Dieter Haussmann,
and the other
caller is full of shit.
Ah, looks like we've
got ourselves a debate.
Guys, I'm going to hook you in
together here on the air, let
you fight it out on the air!
- There you are, guys,
go ahead, it's all yours!
- Who is this?
A man who knows about cars,
which is more than
I can say about you.
Have you ever raced,
Dieter Haussmann?
Yeah, I ran a pit crew
at Le Mans in 2002 and 2003.
- What kind of car
do you drive?
- I drive a--
You see? Little bitches,
all of you.
"I vanna be Ayrton Senna,
but my mommy von't let me
take the car."
Hey, don't talk about
Ayrton Senna like this, yeah?
Oh, another Ayrton Senna
fanboy. Do you have a picture
of him in his '89 McLaren MP4?
A little poster up
on your wall?
Hey, fuck you, asshole!
He drove the MP4 in '88.
- In '89 he drove the MP4/5!
- Ha! Ha! Ha! Fanboy!
You want to talk about this,
you full of shit?
Come to my shop.
Laugh at me then, yeah?
That's a good idea,
Dieter Haussmann in Nice.
I'll call on my way.
Fuck you.
Oh, I think he hung up.
That was great.
Giles, thanks very much,
and, uh, Dieter,
I think I'd keep my eyes
wide open down at the shop!
You were supposed to check in
48 minutes ago.
Slight delay at the border.
I'm en route
to the drop-off point now.
- Are you the transporter?
- No, I was just hoping
you could give me directions
to the lake.
I was expecting you
much sooner.
Bit of a delay
at the border crossing.
Were you carrying meat?
You know they're real
particular about that.
Do you have the antidote?
- What are you doing?
- You're a loose end.
Remove the package.
Make sure the capsule breaks.
I want to see that this toxin
is as effective as advertised.
On the ground.
Get on the ground!
Mind if I take off
my jacket first?
Go ahead.
Although...
I don't know why you care.
'Cause you're going to be
fuckin' dead in a minute.
[gunshots]
Damn it.
[dialing]
[cell phone ringing]
[ringing on other end]
[phone beeps]
It's Carson Bernhardt.
The deal should be done
by now.
And the second half of the
payment is not in my account.
I held up my end.
You hold up yours.
I'm afraid a deposit won't be
possible right now.
- Your colleague is
somewhat indisposed.
- Who is this?
It's the transporter.
Your contact changed the deal.
I don't like changing the deal.
Any leads on getting
this thing out of my neck?
Look, I know some people
from my days with SCI
who might be able to help
remove the capsule.
It's probably our best bet
since you killed the buyer.
He tried to kill me first.
Anyway, I think the guy
who can help us lives close
to Nice.
- Are you still in Geneva?
- Yeah.
How much time
do you have left?
Just over five hours.
No time to drive back.
You have to leave the car there
and fly.
I'm already on my way
to the airport.
[cell phone ringing]
Andre?
Carla.
- How did you know it was me?
- I do voice recog, remember?
Amongst your other
specialties.
I take it you need something.
I have a friend
with a medical condition.
That's not really my field.
What kind of medical condition?
He has a device planted
in his neck.
And you want me to do what?
Remove it?
It's tricky, but yes.
It's some kind of a microchip.
- I would need to learn
more about it.
- We're on our way.
How did you know I-- Hello?
Carla?
Good talk.
[engine revving]
[timer ringing]
[cell phone ringtone]
- Oui, hello?
- Dieter.
Oh, Frank, I'm about
to have lunch.
- I'm sorry to interrupt.
- Where are you?
- Switzerland.
- Oh, sorry to hear that.
I hope you didn't bring
any meat with you.
I'm about to leave
the car at the Aeroport
Internationale de Geneve.
No! No! Out of the question.
The Swiss are thieves.
They will offer you chocolate
with one hand, and steal your
wallet with the other.
I'm flying to Nice.
Call Carla. Make sure
she meets me with a car
- on the landing pad.
- Frank, you cannot leave
a German car in Switzerland.
This is common sense.
- I don't have a choice here.
- [Dieter sighs]
OK, listen, at the very least
park it somewhere it won't
attract attention--
in a secluded forest
under a pile of leaves, perhaps.
Dieter, it'll be at the
airport. I'll talk to you later.
- Frank, wait. Frank--
- Got to go, Dieter.
Listen, I may
have started something.
Sorry, my friend, but I don't
have time for this right now.
I need your help, Frank.
I'll call you when I arrive.
[phone beeps]
What do you mean,
the 3400's missing?
It was signed out
under the right access code.
I don't give a fuck about
access codes! I--
We can recall
all the key cards.
I will do it myself.
[Frank] Who is this guy?
Andre Breitbart,
boy genius recruited
straight out of MIT.
- CIA, DIA...
- Why him?
He'll be more interested
in the chip than in you.
- And that's a good thing?
- Yes, Frank.
He won't want to damage it,
so he won't break the capsule.
- And you might live.
- You're right.
That is a good thing.
[cell phone ringtone]
Oui, hello.
Hello, Dieter. I'm on my way
to see you.
[sighs] Scheisse!
Carson.
I thought about what you said,
and you're right.
- About too many people
coming into the lab.
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.
It's too much, Armand.
We don't want to contaminate--
I'll need your card.
We should limit access
until we finish the...
nanotube beta tests.
I need access,
it's my project.
Oh, of course, of course,
but we are recalling
all the cards.
I'll need your old one.
We need to be careful.
Word of our work
is getting out.
If that tech got stolen...
Yeah. It could be very
dangerous in the wrong hands.
We need to be in this
together.
We are in this together,
aren't we, Bernhardt?
You always said we were.
There is the capsule.
It's too small.
I need more detail.
There.
Inside the capsule.
- The package.
- Astonishing.
A microchip
built using nanotubes.
It's electrode distribution.
Instead of moving
individual electrons,
it fires them in a stream.
- But the capsule?
- Holy shit.
It is degrading.
I don't know if I can get it out
without releasing the poison.
Then let's try
another approach.
- I've got less than two hours.
- We need to find that antidote.
You've checked
all the access cards?
Check them again.
Specifically when he used it
to access the lab.
[knocking on door]
[Carson sighs]
Whatever it is,
it's gonna have to wait.
I'm sorry,
but it can't wait.
Rousseau wants
to see you.
Yeah. Yeah.
[cell phone ringtone]
[phone beeps]
- [Carla] Pretty big complex.
- Thousands of employees
all over the world,
but they are headquartered
in Nice.
Ah, Armand Rousseau,
founder and CEO.
Brilliant mind,
but he's a prick. A huge prick.
[Frank] Wait. Back it up.
There. He's the client.
[Andre] The one who injected
the microchip into you?
[Carla] Carson Bernhardt,
Vice President.
[Andre] Holy shit.
It must be an inside job!
Get me the address.
You're not even sure
he has the vials with him.
Well, if they're not,
he certainly knows
where they are.
I'm coming with you.
- No.
- There isn't much time left.
Carla... this is
the way it is,
what you signed on for when
we first made this arrangement.
You find the jobs,
negotiate payment,
and I carry them out. Alone.
He's ready for you now.
Have a seat.
One of the, uh,
prototypes is missing.
- Which one?
- The 3400.
Missing? What?
What do you mean? Stolen?
- I believe so.
- By who?
You.
Do you think I'm stupid enough
to do something like that?
Ten years ago, no.
I would have trusted you
with my life.
But... people change.
Yeah. They forget
about the people that
helped them through the trouble.
They forget about people
who helped them... get
where they are today!
Is that what this is about?
You feel unappreciated?
Who approached you?
Or was this something
you thought of on your own?
Because that is the point
that I am not sure of.
Were you helping
a rival? Huh?
You're ambitious,
I'll give you that.
Maybe...
they promised you a job?
Or you were in it
for just the money?
Fuck you.
The 3400 is the turning point
of this company--
of this entire industry!
I worked very hard on it--
You worked hard?
You worked hard for this?
Are you kidding me?
You put up roadblocks
every stage of development.
And now I know why!
You've been working
for Kung the whole time!
No. I was hoping that we could
discuss this matter
without removing you
from the project.
- I guess... I was wrong.
- No, no.
Ahhh!
I've got him.
Sir, please come with me.
- Can I help you?
- I need to speak
with Carson Bernhardt.
- He's unavailable right now.
- It's urgent.
I'm sorry, who are you?
Someone Mr. Bernhardt will
definitely want to talk to.
May I have your name?
What are you doing?
You can't go in there!
I'm calling security.
Look. Trust me, Mr. Bernhardt
will understand once he sees me.
But I need to speak to him
right now.
And I'm telling you
that's not possible.
Excuse me. What are you doing?
You can't go in there.
Mr. Rousseau?
Hmm.
- Carson Bernhardt, was he here?
- Security's on the way.
- Was he here?
- Yes, he left.
- Where'd he go?
- I don't know.
He went
toward the main lobby.
Mr. Rousseau?
[secretary screaming]
Hey! You can't be in here!
This is the clean room.
[bones crunching]
Ah! Ah!
[man] Ahhh!
Sorry.
[engine revving]
Carla, I'm right on him.
We're on Gemenos Road.
I've got you, Frank.
Shit.
[tires screeching]
[timer beeping]
[timer beeping continuously]
- Where's the antidote?
- I can't give it to you.
Where is it?!
This technology can't fall
into the wrong hands.
Rousseau is dead.
He can't do anything now.
Just give me the antidote.
No. The technology
must be destroyed.
It dies with you.
[shot of air]
A bit of cleaning, and...
Hey. How are you feeling?
Mm... I've been better.
Did you get it out?
It is a strange fate
that we should suffer
so much fear and doubt
for so small a thing.
Such a little thing.
- Shakespeare?
- Tolkien.
Lord of the Rings Volume One:
Fellowship of the Ring.
[Carla] Of course.
This is the future,
my friends.
What're you going to do
with it?
Technology is actually
a brilliant communications tool.
I was thinking we could
donate it to the London
Nuclear Disarmament Center.
I'm sure they could find
something interesting
to do with it.
I leave it
in your capable hands.
[cell phone ringing
and vibrating]
Excuse me.
Hello, Inspector.
Frank, I'm standing outside
the office of Armand Rousseau.
- Do you know who he is?
- I've heard of him, yes.
Uh... perhaps you know
that he is dead?
- Murdered.
- Really? Any suspects?
There are witnesses
who say a man
fitting your description went
into Rousseau's office
shortly before his body
was discovered.
I have yet to review
the surveillance video.
Have you asked those witnesses
about Carson Bernhardt?
- Carson Bernhardt?
- One of Rousseau's
vice presidents.
There are rumors
about him possibly selling
company secrets to rivals.
Ah, motive.
I will speak
with Mr. Bernhardt.
He drives a Lamborghini.
It's fairly easy to spot.
Especially if it was just
sitting there at the side
of the road.
- A road such as...?
- Oh, I don't know.
Probably one less traveled.
Gemenos, maybe.
- Gemenos, yes?
- Find the Lamborghini,
you'll find him,
and probably blood evidence
linking him to Rousseau's death.
Thank you, Frank.
I will check into this
immediately.
Let me know if I can be
any further assistance.
Ah, of course.
[phone beeps]
- Feeling OK?
- Fine.
Sure you don't want me
to drive?
Never mind.
- [door closing]
- [Giles] You Dieter?
- Uh, Dieter is not here.
- Is he coming back?
Or did he go to his Ayrton Senna
fan club meeting?
Dieter's got good taste.
Can't wait to talk to him.
So...
[opens a bottle of beer]
...you a Senna fan
as well as your boss?
Because I think Senna...
was chickenshit.
You hear me, Dieter?
Dieter?
Uh, Dieter is not here.
You gonna introduce me?
- Who the fuck are you?
- Dieter. Dieter Haussmann.
- What?
- I apologize for what I said
on the radio. So, uh...
why don't I buy you
a few beers?
You don't sound
like Dieter.
I know. I sound different
on the phone.
- I didn't like what you said.
- So why don't you go and get
yourself some beers?
Tell your pal
to put down the wrench.
He's making me nervous.
- You're not such a pussy
after all, Dieter.
- Thanks.
[door opening and closing]
- Got any more of these?
- He got the last one.
- That's a pain in the neck.
- Yeah.
- Come on. I'll buy you dinner.
- I was ready for him, Frank.
I just didn't want anything
to happen to the car.
I know, Dieter.
I know.