Man on Fire

MANZANO: Creasy... I'd have liked to have known you under different circumstances.

CREASY: Off the top of my head, I don't know what they could've been.

MANZANO: My country needs justice. Proper justice. Gunning men down in the street only feeds the violence. They need to be brought to trial. Dealt with properly. Then people will respect the law. When they see it works.

CREASY: So you are going to talk me to death.

MANZANO: You walk out and deal justice. You're what I wish I could be. The policemen who kills you, his family will have all they want.

CREASY: Then I hope the one who gets me has got lots of kids. What do you want?

MANZANO: I want to arrest you for murder! I want to shake your hand and reload your gun! I want to kill my pride and give you my blessing.

CREASY: My deal is with Rosanna. I knew you guys were up to something. Are you two fucking?

MANZANO: No, but I have to admit I thought about it.

CREASY: Liar. Just tell me who the bank card belongs to. Name and address.

MANZANO: You have no interest in making things easy, do you?

CREASY: I'm not... easy.

MANZANO: My family lives in Miami. Because of the death threats.

CREASY: It's not worth it. Be with them instead.

MANZANO: It galls me to watch you. You can do as much in days as I can in years. Men like the 'The Dreamer' are protected. Out of everyone's grasp it seems, but yours.

CREASY: Are you going to arrest me or talk me to death?

MANZANO: The last few days may represent the best police work of my life.

CREASY: What do you want?

MANZANO: The same thing as you. Except, my reach isn't as long as yours. My father was a policemen, did you know that?

CREASY: I don't know shit about you.

MANZANO: He was one of the original founders of 'Le Hermanidad' in the days when it represented good not evil.

MANZANO: Hombre en fuego. Man On Fire. That's what the papers have named you.

CREASY: It's what you and Rosanna named me. Right?

MANZANO: Sit, Creasy. Everything that happens from now on does so with my permission. Really. You won't find a better carne asada in all of Mexico.

CREASY: Show me mugshots of Mexican policemen. Maybe then we'll get somewhere.

MANZANO: All these photos you just saw were of policemen. Sadly they're protected. La Hermanidad. The brotherhood.

MANZANO: You have a rather checkered past. Mr. Creasy. Your Interpol file is six pages long.

CREASY: Am I a suspect?

MANZANO: No. It would be convenient, but no.

CREASY: What am I doing here?

MANZANO: Believe it or not, you're safe here. The Judicial police will kill you. If they can. This page?

CREASY: No.

CUSTOMS: [Senor?]

CREASY: [It's a permit to carry a gun in Columbia. The gun you're about to find in that suitcase.]

CUSTOMS: [Where are you coming from?]

CREASY: [South America.]

CUSTOMS: [Where are you staying in Mexico?]

CREASY: [I'm on to Juarez.]

CUSTOMS: [Why?]

CREASY: [I have a friend there.]

ROSANNA: I traced the PIN. I have an address for you. But I need to see you.

CREASY: I show, you give me the information?

ROSANNA: Deal.

CREASY: Where?

CREASY: Another favor... get me banking info on Jordan Kalfus. U.S. deposits or withdrawals. Thanks. Oh, get me the same on Samuel Ramos.

ROSANNA: How do I contact you? We still don't have the ATM info.

CREASY: You don't, I'll call you. Oh! I have a tape recording that I am sure will interest you.

CREASY: What do you know about the cop? Tazinari. The one who made the ransom drop with Samuel Ramos?

ROSANNA: He's an old fashioned patrone with the worst reputation. He's high on my hit list.

CREASY: Where does he live?

ROSANNA: He lives in a Judicial Compound. He travels by motorcade. He has better protection than George Bush. Even more importantly he is part of La Hermanidad. His reach is far and wide.

CREASY: Give me the address.

ROSANNA: Where do I find you?

CREASY: I'll call you tomorrow.

CREASY: I need something. Do you have banking connections?

ROSANNA: I have connections.

CREASY: Maybe I can help your situation and you mine.

ROSANNA: So where do we begin?

CREASY: I need the name and address of the owner of a Toyota Corolla, license number ME31704... We didn't get the last digit so I need the ten possible matches.

ROSANNA: So what do I get in return?

CREASY: Let's see how the relationship develops. I'll call you in the AM. Thanks.

ROSANNA: It's Santa Muerte. Death worship. The religion of La Hermanidad. There's a curse on you.

CREASY: It's a little late.

ROSANNA: A lot of people are looking for you.

CREASY: I guess that makes you the smart one.

ROSANNA: We're interested in the same thing. I'm writing a story.

CREASY: [What is his name?]

REINA: [Aurillio Rosas Sanchez.]

REINA: [Daniel Rosas Sanchez.]

CREASY: [So you're married to him? And this looks remarkably like his brother.]

REINA: [We page him and he calls back on this cell phone.]

CREASY: [What is his name?]

REINA: [Daniel.]

CREASY: [Daniel what?]

CREASY: [Reina Rosas.]

REINA: [Si.]

CREASY: [How do you contact 'the Boss'?]

CREASY: [What money?]

GUARDIAN TWO: [The ransom money. At the drop. He said Tazinari, one of the policemen had taken it. He was crazy.]

CREASY: [Who's Tazinari?]

GUARDIAN TWO: [Head of the anti-kidnapping division.]

CREASY: [What's the PIN number?]

GUARDIAN TWO: [The what?]

CREASY: [The number you use at the bank machine.]

GUARDIAN TWO: [Four-seven-four-seven.]

CREASY: [Who killed her? You?]

GUARDIAN TWO: [No!]

CREASY: [Don't lie to me.]

GUARDIAN TWO: [The boss did or his brother.]

CREASY: [Who's the boss?]

GUARDIAN TWO: [We don't know! We never see his face! We have to wait in the other room. He was screaming to the girl that...]

CREASY: [Who pays you?]

GUARDIAN TWO: [We have an ATM bank card. We draw out 300 dollars every two weeks.]

CREASY: [How does it work?]

GUARDIAN TWO: [Everything on the cellphone. We wait for calls. We have no number to call.]

SISTER ANNA: [She's late, Mr. Creasy.]

CREASY: [Yeah, I've got to get used to the routes. I -- It won't happen again.]

SISTER ANNA: [No offense, but I'm sorry that your profession needs to exist.]

CREASY: [So am I, Sister.]

SISTER ANNA: [Do you ever see the hand of God in what you do?]

CREASY: [Not for a long time, sister.]

SISTER ANNA: [The bible says, "Be not overcome of evil, but overcome evil with good."]

CREASY: [Romans, chapter 12, verse 21.]

JORGE: [I see him sometimes at the handball court in Chapultepec on a Saturday afternoon.]

CREASY: [How do I recognize him.]

JORGE: [He has a tattoo covering two-thirds of his back. He is part of the Brotherhood.]

CREASY: [In the next hour, where do I find your partner?]

JORGE: [One-one-three Arco Iris. Third floor.]

CREASY: Who's he?

JORGE: I don't know, but I know his face.

JORGE: [I don't know, I swear.]

CREASY: [I believe you.]

JORGE: [I'm professional. I just do my job.]

CREASY: [Me, too. Tell me about the guardians.]

JORGE: [He called me on the cell phone to set a time and location for the switch.]

CREASY: [Who's he?]

JORGE: [The one who transferred Pinta to their car.]

JORGE: [I don't know! We work in parts. A voice calls in a kidnapping. We deliver the target to the guardians. We don't even know them. They might transfer to other guardians. The negotiators and the bosses don't even see the target. They just make the deal!]

CREASY: [Who ordered it?]

JORGE: [The cops call him 'The Dreamer'.]

CREASY: [Where do I find him?]

JORGE: [I don't know. No one knows.]

CREASY: [The Ramos kidnapping. How did it work?]

JORGE: [I don't know. We were just given instructions to take her.]

CREASY: [Ordered by who?]

JORGE: [Do you know who I am?]

CREASY: [Who are you?]

JORGE: [I am the President of La Hermanidad.]

CREASY: [Drive.]

JORGE: [Do you know who I am?]

CREASY: [You are Jorge Ramirez.]

DANIEL: [The girl's. Pinta's.]

CREASY: [You're a liar. Pinta's dead.]

DANIEL: [I'm a businessman. A dead girl is worth nothing. She is alive.]

CREASY: [Yeah. Yes.]

DANIEL: [Listen! I will give you a life for a life.]

CREASY: [What do you mean?]

DANIEL: [Her life for your life.]

DANIEL: [The most important thing in life is family. And there you are. You have my family. What do you want?]

CREASY: [I want you.]

DANIEL: [This is not possible. But in that house I have money. If I tell you where --]

CREASY: [Your brother wants to talk to you.]

DANIEL: [How much do you want?]

CREASY: [It's non-negotiable.]

DANIEL: [Two million U.S.... Three million U.S.?]

CREASY: [I told you, non-negotiable.]

CREASY: [Hello Daniel. I've got your family and I want to negotiate.]

DANIEL: [Mr. Creasy. What do you want?]

CREASY: [I want you.]

TAZINARI: [That's all I know! Please. I'm sorry for the girl. But it was business! I'm a professional.]

CREASY: [That's what everybody keeps saying.]

CREASY: [Maybe your men stole from you.]

TAZINARI: [No. Whoever took the rest took it before the exchange.]

CREASY: [Who gave the bags to Ramos?]

TAZINARI: [His lawyer. Jordan Kalfus.]

TAZINARI: [Yes. Many times.]

CREASY: [O.K. So tell me more.]

TAZINARI: [There was no ten million dollars.]

CREASY: [The ransom was ten.]

TAZINARI: [Two and a half. That's how much there was.]

CREASY: [Don't lie to me!]

TAZINARI: [Two and a half! The rest was paper! Strips of paper!]

TAZINARI: [I don't know him. I saw the opportunity and got lucky.]

CREASY: [Lucky how?]

TAZINARI: [That he used policemen. That you killed them, it made it a police matter. The Ramos family couldn't refuse our involvement.]

CREASY: [And?]

TAZINARI: [And I had my men ready.]

CREASY: [You stole the drop.]

TAZINARI: [Please, don't...]

CREASY: [It's all up to you, commandante. Tell me about you and 'The Dreamer'.]

TAZINARI: [Do you know who I am? I am the commandante of the Judicial anti- kidnapping division.]

CREASY: [And one of the founding members of La Hermanidad.]

TAZINARI: [Correct!]

SAMUEL: Your resume is impressive. Nine years in the Army. Extensive counter terrorism work. I shouldn't be able to afford you in my current state. What's the catch?

CREASY: I drink.

SAMUEL: How does it affect you?

CREASY: My coordination. Reaction time. If top professionals try to kidnap your daughter, the service will be on par with the pay.

SAMUEL: And what if amateurs try it?

CREASY: I'll probably kill them. Is that likely?

SAMUEL: No. And no one is to know of your drinking problem. That includes my wife.

SAMUEL: Is it loaded?

CREASY: It's loaded.

SAMUEL: What is it?

CREASY: Nine millimeter. A Sig Sauer 226.

SAMUEL: Have you used this type before?

SAMUEL: Were you provided with a gun?

CREASY: Yes.

SAMUEL: Show me, please.

CREASY: Cut the stock here. The barrel here. Make sure you file it smooth. Rocket launchers?

RAYBURN: Different door. Not far from here.

CREASY: I'll take the .45 and the Webley .32.

RAYBURN: I know it's old fashioned, but it's reliable. Like us.

RAYBURN: Fuck. Look at you; you won't last a day the shape you're in. Unless you stop bleeding you should have your spleen removed.

CREASY: Yes or no?

RAYBURN: I won't kill again. Hunt people. I gave that up. Anything else? It's yours.

CREASY: Stomach's gone. But... okay.

RAYBURN: I'll get you up to the border. Friend of mine'll take you in to San Diego. Drop you right at the hospital.

RAYBURN: You got three of the fuckers. All dead.

CREASY: Pinta...

RAYBURN: Two days gone. They're negotiating a ransom.

CREASY: Then one day, he calls and says, 'I'm in love and I'm moving to Mexico.' I said what happened to the plan?

RAYBURN: I said the plan was right here.

RAYBURN: Creasy?

CREASY: Sorry I woke you, Ray.

RAYBURN: You mean a misfire?

CREASY: I mean nothing. The hammer came down and nothing happened. Dimple on the primer.

RAYBURN: I've heard of it. Never happened to me though. Maybe the firing pin's off.

CREASY: Maybe...

CREASY: There's still ink on my fingers from last week.

RAYBURN: You got tossed. Don't trust the cops, especially the Judicials. Oh you know that?

RAYBURN: What are you doing here?

CREASY: I came to visit you.

RAYBURN: Bullshit. I've known you fifteen years. You don't visit.

CREASY: A bodyguard... Who's the guy?

RAYBURN: Samuel Ramos. Owns one of the plants in Juarez. The Jap car industry is in the toilet. He's trying to persuade Ford to partner with him. I think he's in trouble. He asked me if I knew anyone he could trust.

CREASY: Oh, now you think I can be trusted.

RAYBURN: Take a job, Creasy. Breathe some air. Then decide if you want to... stick around or not.

RAYBURN: It's not exactly a scam, Crease. Even at half speed you're pretty damn good.

CREASY: A bodyguard has to be close to someone all the time. Willing to talk. I'm not good at that.

RAYBURN: So you'll be the silent type. People will appreciate that.

RAYBURN: Your Spanish is good enough. You certainly look the part.

CREASY: You're crazy. People would hire a has-been, Ray? A drunk?

RAYBURN: Well, you'd have to keep it under control.

CREASY: And what if, just say, there was a kidnap attempt?

RAYBURN: You do your best. They won't be paying you enough to perform miracles.

RAYBURN: You did something on impulse?

CREASY: Everything happens once if you live long enough.

RAYBURN: You been working?

CREASY: Not for eight months. I was in Columbia looking around, but, nothing seemed interesting.

RAYBURN: How long you staying, Crease?

CREASY: Got no plans, Rayburn, Nothing on. Just wanted to see you, how you were. Came by on impulse.

CREASY: Yeah, right...

RAYBURN: Oh, like you haven't been in worse places.

CREASY: And a level five shithole is better than a level six. Your logic's inescapable.

CREASY: So how's business?

RAYBURN: Japanese are here in a big way. Cheap labor. Factory space. But they feel a lot safer living over the border in El Paso. I ferry 'em back and forth. They think I'm John-fucking- Wayne.

CREASY: But don't you stay in El Paso?

RAYBURN: Fuck, I love Mexico. I live like a king down here.

RAYBURN: So what's wrong?

CREASY: Nothing wrong.

RAYBURN: Don't give me that bullshit.

RAYBURN: You got a secondary search and you had a gun.

CREASY: Listen it was a calculated risk. I've done it a million times and never got caught.

RAYBURN: Everything happens once if you live long enough.

CREASY: It doesn't make sense to x-ray your bags coming off the plane.

RAYBURN: This is Mexico, they do everything backwards.

CREASY: When did Mexican Customs start getting smart?

RAYBURN: Creasy??? Where the fuck are you?

CREASY: I'm here.

RAYBURN: What do you mean, I'm here?

CREASY: I'm in a Customs holding tank in Mexico City International. Bring a bunch of cash... about 5K. I'm going to need it.

CREASY: Continue to play in the wrong key, like you're dyslexic.

PINTA: Dyslexic?

CREASY: Like St. Jude. A hopeless case that has a complete block about 'C' Minor. But remember, "Whoever resists authority will bring judgement upon themselves." New Testament, Romans 13.

PINTA: You got that right.

CREASY: You'll be back in the water in twenty- four hours.

CREASY: That's strange. Frank was a no-show. Not like him to miss a ride.

PINTA: You should break all my fingers, Creasy, then tape them back together. I won't be able to play the piano, but I could still swim.

CREASY: Don't be a baby. You're tougher than that.

PINTA: There's no such thing as tough, Creasy. Just trained and untrained.

CREASY: Then be trained.

PINTA: I'm going to keep people safe someday. Just like you.

CREASY: Be a swimmer.

PINTA: I could do it. Remember the day you wanted the pencil? I know why. And I saw that car again. I wrote the license number in my notebook. Except I missed the last number.

CREASY: Pinta, we've got to go. Travel sucks at this time.

PINTA: Frank. Frankie.

PINTA: Could I ask you a question?

CREASY: Could I stop you?

PINTA: You don't drink like you used to.

CREASY: That's not a question.

PINTA: I know because I go in your room and check the bottles.

CREASY: Still not a question.

PINTA: My mom drinks, too... Why do people drink, Creasy?

CREASY: Now that's a question. I don't know about your Mom. For me, the problem isn't in the glass. The problem's in between my ears.

PINTA: You think too much?

CREASY: Yeah. Because at one time, I didn't think enough.

CREASY: The blocks.

PINTA: I'm a prisoner in them. Until the gunshot sets me free.

PINTA: What's so important in Los Angeles?

CREASY: Your father has business.

PINTA: Why today? And why'd she have to go with him?

PINTA: I'm tough, Creasy. I'm tough as you.

CREASY: There's no such thing as tough. You're either trained or untrained.

CREASY: The gunshot holds no fear. Say it.

PINTA: The gunshot holds no fear.

CREASY: You welcome the sound. The sound is what lets you go. The sound is what frees you. You are a prisoner in those blocks until you hear the sound.

PINTA: I'm not afraid you, Creasy.

CREASY: I know you're not.

PINTA: Are you afraid of me?

PINTA: Where's my mother?

CREASY: I dropped her at home.

PINTA: It's no wonder you're late. Why didn't she just come with you?

PINTA: You're late.

CREASY: I'm sorry.

PINTA: You were never late before, I was worried.

PINTA: Do you have a girlfriend, Creasy?

CREASY: No.

PINTA: Did you used to?

CREASY: Yeah. Two or three.

CREASY: Remember you asked me what state I was from?

PINTA: Yes.

CREASY: Where you're from isn't so much about geography; it's about events. Where you're from is what happened to you.

PINTA: Good things happen, too, Creasy. Like meeting me.

CREASY: I guess that really does make me a hard case.

CREASY: You don't flinch when a gun goes off; you react. You go. Don't listen for the sound; don't anticipate it. Concentrate on the sound itself.

PINTA: I don't understand.

CREASY: Don't worry. You will.

PINTA: So how come you know so much about those countries?

CREASY: I had to do my homework on them when I worked there. Also I enjoy history.

PINTA: What did you do in Asia? Is that where you met the man with cigarettes?

CREASY: No, that was in Columbia.

CREASY: Well, it's a sort of wife.

PINTA: But the Emperor of China had 1000 of them! How can that be?

CREASY: In the West, it's one wife for one husband, but different cultures have different rules.

PINTA: It must be difficult having lots of wives.

CREASY: You feel sorry for the husband?

PINTA: [Yeah. Can you imagine my mother multiplied by a thousand?]

CREASY: Why do you ask?

PINTA: It was in a book at school. Concubine.

PINTA: Doesn't matter. I always finish second.

CREASY: You need to practice.

CREASY: Did you sleep alright?

PINTA: Yes.

CREASY: How's the ankle? Can you put your weight on it?

PINTA: It's not too bad. Will it take a long time before it's better? Our big swim meet is in three weeks. Interschools. I was going to swim in the one hundred meter freestyle.

CREASY: In a week you should be fine.

CREASY: Do you always sleep with him?

PINTA: I'm too old for him. Don't tell my friends.

CREASY: I don't talk to them much. Does he have a name?

PINTA: The night you arrived, Mom asked you if you had a family and you lied, didn't you?

CREASY: White lie. I didn't have a family. But I did have two kids. They're adults now.

CREASY: I don't think they're broken. Anywhere else?

PINTA: My ankle.

PINTA: It hurts.

CREASY: Where?

PINTA: Everywhere!

CREASY: They'll be back in a week.

PINTA: They can stay for two weeks. I don't care.

CREASY: What are you doing?

PINTA: Calling for Emilio's macaw. I thought I heard him.

CREASY: Do you think he'll come back?

PINTA: Maybe. Did you hear him?

CREASY: No.

PINTA: How do you think he got out?

CREASY: Well, I let him go.

PINTA: It's better to be free, right?

CREASY: Yes. Actually, he was driving me crazy.

CREASY: You're fast.

PINTA: Once I get in the water but not starting off. By the time I catch up, it's too late.

CREASY: Pinta, do you have a pencil?

PINTA: I go to school, don't I?

CREASY: And don't start crying.

PINTA: I'm not crying.

PINTA: Hmmm?

CREASY: It wasn't a school like yours and there was no Sister Anna.

PINTA: So you were unhappy?

CREASY: Being unhappy is a state of mind. I never thought about it.

PINTA: Oh...

PINTA: Did you like school, Creasy?

CREASY: No.

PINTA: Not at all?

CREASY: No.

PINTA: But why not?

PINTA: We're taking a different way home.

CREASY: That's right.

PINTA: Potential? I don't understand.

CREASY: Places where the road bends, places away from buildings, places where the traffic thins out. But you don't have to understand. I do. So no talking.

PINTA: Are you going to quit? My last bodyguard quit.

CREASY: Let me guess, you wouldn't stop talking?

PINTA: Someone gave him more money than we could.

CREASY: I'm a bargain.

PINTA: Being black, is that a positive or negative for a bodyguard in Mexico?

CREASY: Time will tell.

PINTA: There were 24 kidnappings in Mexico City in the last six days. Four a day. What do you think about that, Mr. Creasy?

CREASY: Pretty impressive. Maybe I need to up my fee or get a larger gun.

CREASY: No.

PINTA: You can drive and talk at the same time, can't you?

CREASY: No.

PINTA: Why not?

CREASY: I'm looking for potential.

PINTA: Where are you from, Creasy?

CREASY: The United States.

PINTA: I know. But which state?

PINTA: In between you can take Mom shopping and to lunch. Does that sound alright, Mr. Creasy?

CREASY: Creasy. Just call me Creasy.

PINTA: Creasy...

PINTA: That's 'Bird.' Emilio forgot to take him with when he left.

CREASY: Who's Emilio?

PINTA: My last bodyguard. He drove me to school in the morning and picked me up in the afternoon.

PINTA: Do you like dogs, Mr. Creasy?

CREASY: If they like me.

PINTA: Frank doesn't take to most people. Do you speak German?

CREASY: Ein Klines Bisschen. [A tiny bit.]

PINTA: Frank only responds to commands in German. He was trained in Frankfurt. My Dad loves the idea of having a dog around, but hates the fact he lives inside.

LISA: Creasy... Wait.

CREASY: Stay here. If you do something stupid, we won't get her back.

LISA: I don't believe you.

CREASY: I want you to get into your car now and meet me on the south end of the footbridge between Reforma and the freeway junction. In 45 minutes.

LISA: You're lying. I don't believe you.

CREASY: Then don't come.

CREASY: They planned it, Samuel and Kalfus.

LISA: Planned what?

CREASY: An autosequestra. Kalfus arranged for Pinta to be taken to a safehouse. I'm sure he thought she'd sit there for three days eating pizza and watching TV. It didn't work out that way. Everything got fucked up when I killed the cops and Tazinari saw an opportunity.

LISA: Why are you here? Why didn't you die?

CREASY: Because... I was already dead.

LISA: Jordan!

CREASY: If something happened, my reaction would be to fight to protect her. I have skills in that respect. Pinta would benefit by the fact that... I'm a soldier.

CREASY: Sorry.

LISA: The traffic takes some getting used to.

LISA: It makes it all seem so serious.

CREASY: It is serious, Mrs. Ramos.

LISA: Please, it's Lisa... I'll be coming with you tomorrow. I have lunch with friends.

CREASY: Look. Maybe this isn't going to work. Maybe you should ask your husband to hire someone... more sociable.

LISA: No, you're right. You were hired to protect her, that's enough. I'm confident you'll do that.

LISA: How are you getting along with Pinta?

CREASY: We'll be okay once she realizes I'm not a new toy.

LISA: Yes, she told me. Do you have children, Mr. Creasy?

CREASY: No.

LISA: You should know they're tenacious when they want something. And Pinta wants to be friends.

CREASY: You're paying me to protect her, not amuse her. Right?

LISA: Mr. Creasy, I wanted to make sure you have everything you need.

CREASY: I'm fine.

LISA: Is the food alright? Maria tells me that you didn't eat.

CREASY: The food's fine. Sometimes I don't eat.

LISA: It insults Maria. Slip it to the dog if you have to... Do you mind if I talk to you for a moment?

LISA: You've done much of this work before?

CREASY: Never.

LISA: The world of our children. How dare they?

CREASY: It's war. The weakest suffer the most.

LISA: You're American.

CREASY: So are you.

ROSANNA: Rosanna Guerrero.

CREASY'S VOICE: It's Creasy.

ROSANNA: Where are you?

CREASY'S VOICE: Los Arcos. Was a little girl kidnapped recently? About twelve maybe?

ROSANNA: Last night. Do you know something?

CREASY'S VOICE: What was her name?

ROSANNA: Camila. Camila Valencias.

SAMUEL: And Lisa will be able to save face. We won't be the only family without a bodyguard.

JORDAN: Her beauty fucks with your mind.

SAMUEL: For an American she understands this country very well.

JORDAN: She understands men.

JORDAN: You need a bodyguard of some description. It's a dangerous world we live in. But you will get what you pay for. He doesn't need to be Superman, does he? Can you go fifteen grand?

SAMUEL: For a year?

JORDAN: For a few months. Hire someone cheap. You have to have a bodyguard to keep the insurance. Then fire him for incompetence. The important thing is Lisa's daughter will return to school.

JORDAN: All my clients have kidnap and ransom insurance.

SAMUEL: I have a policy, AIG. It covers me and my family and when it runs out in sixty days, without a bodyguard, I will not be able to renew it.

JORDAN: I know you need to please Lisa. An ass like that is hard to find. Good bodyguards are even harder.

SAMUEL: I know! I just had to let one go because I couldn't afford him!

SAMUEL: Of course I care about Pinta. She'll be as beautiful as her mother one day.

JORDAN: Yeah? And if she was ugly?

JORDAN: The family paid the ransom and he was returned two days later. His father still hasn't gotten up the nerve to ask him if they fucked him up the ass.

SAMUEL: And now every mother with money in Mexico City wants bigger and better bodyguards. My own wife included.

JORDAN: If she pisses you off, you get another one.

SAMUEL: Do you know what she told me last night?

JORDAN: [I need a driver to drive Samuel, the father.]

VOICE: [No. Why?]

JORDAN: [He has a heart condition. Angina. He responds badly to stress.]

VOICE: [OK. You will arrive at Columbus Circle and Reforma Avenue at 3AM. You will drive around the square two times. Samuel will remove his shirt and hold it out the window to I.D. the car.]

VOICE: [You have the money.]

JORDAN: [Yes.]

VOICE: [OK, repeat the drop instructions.]

JORDAN: [The money, 10 million U.S. will be divided into two 15 gallon black canvas bags each containing five million which will be checked at the bank by the K&R agent. Then driven to the house in an armored car where it will be transferred to the delivery car.]

VOICE: [The car will not be powerful and have no trunk.]

LISA: I'll call you from Detroit, baby.

PINTA: You're going to miss Mexican Halloween. The Day of the Dead.

PINTA: Bye, Mom.

LISA: Don't forget your towel.

PINTA: I think he's been sick. He's alright now, but I think he's been very, very sick.

LISA: Well, think about going to sleep. Good night, baby.

PINTA: I like him, Mom.

LISA: You do?

PINTA: He's like a great big bear. 'Creasy bear'...

PINTA: Yes, mom?

LISA: This is Mr. Creasy.

PINTA: Could he speak English? Emilio couldn't speak English.

LISA: We'll see. And thank your father in the morning. A man always needs to be thanked.

LISA: Good news. You're going back to school.

PINTA: When?

LISA: Samuel is going to hire a new bodyguard. It may take a few days, but you're going back.

LISA: You should be sleeping, baby.

PINTA: I'm trying, mom.

SAMUEL: It will be a hard break.

LISA: She's young. She'll get over it.

SAMUEL: I wasn't thinking of Pinta.

SAMUEL: I've just been so busy, Lisa.

LISA: He has to go.

LISA: He has to go, Samuel.

SAMUEL: What? Who?

LISA: Creasy.

SAMUEL: Why? You were so pleased with him.

LISA: Pinta likes him too much. She thinks of him as a father.

SAMUEL: That's ridiculous.

LISA: It's not.

LISA: She likes him.

SAMUEL: Hmm?

LISA: Creasy. Pinta likes him.

SAMUEL: Pinta loves school. She'd like Count Dracula is he took her back there.

LISA: I think it's nice he's American.

SAMUEL: I think it's fantastic.

LISA: You realize that you've brought a killer into the house.

SAMUEL: He has experience in related work. A great deal of it.

LISA: Do you have any family, Mr. Creasy?

SAMUEL: My wife, Mr. Creasy.

LISA: Lisa Martin Ramos, Mr. Creasy.

LISA: Our child's safety is at stake.

SAMUEL: These people are professionals. They don't waste their time taking children whose fathers are virtually bankrupt.

LISA: Samuel, it is not something we should skimp on. A bodyguard's presence in the car or outside the school was at least some form of deterrent. Now he's gone, I feel totally exposed.

LISA: A man's worth can be judged by what he has or what he owes. Only the amount matters.

SAMUEL: And bankruptcy. Where will that put me in the social strata?

LISA: I'm only asking for one thing. And it's not an extravagance. It's not even for me; it's for our daughter.

SAMUEL: Our daughter.

ROSANNA: [Who's that?]

MANZANO: [He's the man, 'the Boss?' My guys got into the house on the pretext of giving cholera shots. We had to inject the whole Barrio. We bugged the house and stole the picture of him.]

ROSANNA: [And as long as we're talking information, there's something else as well.]

MANZANO: [I should start going for your tits first.]

MANZANO: [You only fuck me to get information.]

ROSANNA: [You only give information so you can fuck me.]

MANZANO: [A beautiful circle.]

MANZANO: [When you talked to him, did he look sane?]

ROSANNA: [No. Not by the rules of polite society at least.]

MANZANO: [I think he's... magnificent.]

MANZANO: [Is it true? Creasy saved the little girl that was kidnapped yesterday.]

ROSANNA: [And left three more dead men.]

ROSANNA: [Then what do you have to lose?]

MANZANO: [It's a moral issue. On one hand you're cleaning up the bad guys, but in another way we are feeding the problem that produces bad guys.]

MANZANO: [I know this. Your point?]

ROSANNA: [Creasy is not a policeman. My sense is he could be very valuable to us.]

ROSANNA: [Because he's outside. Because he's not tied to the same system we are.]

MANZANO: [We did voice analysis of the last five high profile kidnappings, including the little girl. The same man 'The Dreamer'. Listen to this.]

MANZANO: [He'll die of his wounds; bleed to death before he can do anything.]

ROSANNA: [He sounded strong to me. Stronger than we are.]

ROSANNA: [A bodyguard was shot trying to protect a 9 year old. The bodyguard's American. Not only that he's black.]

MANZANO: [Is that good or bad?]

ROSANNA: [That's good. Really good. He shot and killed two judicial cops and a kidnapper died in the attack. They're saying he's responsible.]

RAYBURN: None of your business. Or mine for that matter. I got nothing more to say.

MANZANO: This is my jurisdiction. I want these men as much as Creasy does.

RAYBURN: He'll deliver more justice in a weekend, than ten years of your courts and tribunals. So stay out of his way.

MANZANO: I plan to. I'll even help him if I can. He's going to lead me to the 'The Dreamer'. Someone I want very badly. But I'd like to understand him. Give me that.

RAYBURN: Pinta Martin Ramos is just a number to you. Tragic, a public outcry, but a number. One more dead.

MANZANO: What was she to Creasy then?

RAYBURN: Light. At the end of a long, dark tunnel. Somehow, she showed him it was alright to live again.

MANZANO: And they took that away.

RAYBURN: A man can be an artist in anything. Stone, paint, words. Food. Anything if his soul is true to it. Creasy's art is death. And he's about to paint his masterpiece.

MANZANO: Tell me about your friend Creasy.

RAYBURN: You just said it. He's my friend. Nothing else to say.

MANZANO: I read the file. You and Creasy have been seen quite a bit together.

RAYBURN: Two tourists who never went home.

MANZANO: You helped him get this job.

RAYBURN: That's what friends do.

MANZANO: Yes. But if I traced Creasy to you, others will do it as well. Their facilities are as good as my own, if not better.

RAYBURN: I can take care of myself.

MANZANO: You and Creasy both. A two man army according to Interpol. Panama. Lebanon with the Druze. Desert Storm. Where you were contracted by the U.S. Army to hunt down elite Iraqi military commanders. You two were a married couple.

RAYBURN: The kind that gets divorced, but still stay friends.

MANZANO: What happened to him? What happened to Creasy?

MANZANO: Pollo Pibil. Chicken and chorizo sausage. Hmmmh. They marinate it in lemon and orange juice. It's a stew really.

RAYBURN: I already ate.

RAYBURN: He's not a cop killer.

MANZANO: I'm sure he isn't. Though he's certainly adept at killing.

RAYBURN: He was doing his job, protecting the girl. If police were involved, you figure it out. I'm here for him.

MANZANO: So am I.