Taken

Bryan: Sam, what've you got? Sam: [over phone] They're speaking Albanian; based on their accents and dialects, they must be from a town called Tropojë. Place is ground zero for scummers like this. Even the Russians give these guys a wide berth. Um, the one you spoke to, his name is Marko, and we have information that a mobster boss by the name of Marko Hoxha moved to Paris about six months ago. If he's the one, he's a big fish. And, uh, the tattoo, by the way is group ID. Am I on speaker or are you by yourself? Bryan: Lenore's here. Sam: Hey, Lennie. Lenore: Hello, Sam. Bryan: She needs to hear this, Sam. Sam: The specialty of the groups coming out of this area is trafficking in women. Bryan: Keep going. Bryan: To what? Sam: To never finding her.

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Jean Claude: Just like the old days. Bryan: Would you have it any other way? Jean Claude: Between you and me, no. But now that I sit behind a desk, the world looks different. Bryan: You mean it looks boring. Jean Claude: I mean different. Okay, a little boring. But is being retired any more interesting? Bryan: It wasn't until my daughter disappeared in Paris yesterday. She and her friend were marked by a spotter at the airport. Albanians took her. Jean Claude: How do you know this? Bryan: I'm retired, not dead. Jean Claude: And I assume you don't want to go to the police. Bryan: I was told I have 96 hours. That was sixteen hours ago. Jean Claude: Okay, first we should find the spotter. Bryan: I found him. He's dead. Jean Claude: You found him that way? Jean Claude: Bryan, you cannot just run around, tearing down Paris. Bryan: Jean Claude, I will tear down the Eiffel Tower if I have to.

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Bryan: You've made a very good investment, Gentlemen. See you in a month... [takes a slip of paper out, as if remembering it, and handing it to Marko] Oh... A friend gave this to me. It's Albanian. Would you mind translating it for me? Marko: "Good luck". Bryan: You don't remember me? [Marko looks at him in surprise] We spoke on the phone two days ago. I told you I would find you.

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Jean-Claude: Find anything interesting? Bryan: As a matter of fact, I did. Over in the 10th Arrondissement on Rue Paradis. People there know someone who works in your office, I think. A Mr. Macon. Do you know him? Isabelle: Oh, Henri! I call him Mr. Nervous. Always seems like he's about to have a problem. Carrots? Bryan: [not answering her] I got to the bottom of it, Jean Claude. I know everything. I hope you're not involved in this shit? Isabelle: [horrified] What shit? Jean-Claude: This is not the time or place, Bryan. Bryan: Are you involved? Isabelle: Involved in what? What are you two talking about? Bryan: Are you? Jean-Claude: [Angrily] My salary is X. My expenses are Y. As long as my family is provided for, I do not care where the difference comes from. That is my entire involvement! Bryan: And what about my family? Jean-Claude: I told you, I would help, as long as it didn't cause trouble for me. Bryan: Who is Patrice Saint-Clair? Jean-Claude: I don't know, I don't care. I'm dri

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Would you mind telling me what you're doing here?

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