Car Jacking Girl:
[knocks on Frank's car door]
I'm sorry, can you help me? My tire.
Frank Martin:
Sorry, I have an appointment, I don't like to be late.
Car Jacking Girl:
Well, would you rather be late or *dead*?
[points a gun at Frank]
Frank Martin:
You don't want to do this.
Car Jacking Girl:
Step out of the car!
[Frank steps out, the car jackers run over]
Car Jacker:
Whoo! Let's go, girls! Yeah!
Frank Martin:
Take it easy, the car's brand new.
Car Jacker:
[enters car]
No problem, buddy, I got this. Baby, let's ride. Time to go!
Frank Martin:
Your parents know the company you keep?
Car Jacking Girl:
Shut up!
Car Jacker:
[unable to start the engine]
This shit ain't working, man!
Frank Martin:
It's coded.
Car Jacker:
What's the code?
Frank Martin:
Can't tell you that.
Car Jacker:
Then we'll have to beat it out of you. Get out of the car!
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05/03/2025 alle ore 08:52