Jason Statham slides back behind the wheel as Frank Martin, the unbreakable driver with rules tighter than his suits. But this time? The job breaks him. One package—one that should’ve been just another flawless delivery—explodes into a nightmare of old ghosts and fresh blood. Betrayal hits like a head-on collision, dragging Frank out of the shadows and forcing him to confront the life he’s spent years outrunning. No more clean getaways; this is personal.

Gina Carano returns as the toughest ally Frank’s ever had—fists flying, trust hard-earned—while Michael B. Jordan steps in as the wildcard operative who might save Frank… or bury him. The chases are insane: Audi screaming through Monaco tunnels, rooftop leaps that defy physics, hand-to-hand brutality that leaves knuckles raw. But underneath the nitro-fueled action beats something deeper—Frank staring down the rearview at lost loves, broken promises, and the question of whether a man built for transport can ever truly stop running.

Statham’s never been better: ice-cold precision cracking just enough to let the humanity bleed through. When he growls “It’s not the destination that matters…” you feel every mile he’s driven to get here.

Faster, meaner, and surprisingly heartfelt. Rule #1 might be “never change the deal,” but Transporter 5 changes everything.

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