Man On Fire Page #2

[Bell Tolling]

[Squawking]

[Squawking Continues]

Come on, Bird.

That's right.

That's right. Come on.

All right. Home to Emilio.

You're home free, baby.

[Horns Honking]

- Where are you from, Creasy?

- The U.S.

- I know, but which state?

- No state in particular.

You can drive and talk

at the same time.

No, I can't, Pita, so, please,

let me just do my job.

Are you going to stay?

My last bodyguard left.

Somebody gave him

more money than we could.

I guess that makes me

a bargain then, huh?

Being black... is that a positive or negative

for a bodyguard in Mexico?

Time will tell.

There were 24 kidnappings

in Mexico City in the last six days.

- Four a day.

- Yeah?

- Twenty-four?

- Twenty-four. What do you

think about that, Creasy?

- I think that you know

entirely more than you should.

- Well, thank you.

[Bell Tolling]

[Chattering]

[Girl]

Hola, Miguel.

- See you later.

- You have to sign.

- What?

- You have to sign in, show them your I.D.

Buenos das. Come on.

Right there.

- Hola, Manuel.

- Hola, Pita.

- :
Hola, Pita!

- :
Hola!

Pita! It's so good to have you back.

Sister Anna, this is

my new bodyguard, Creasy.

Sister Anna, the headmistress.

- Seor Creasy.

- [Bell Rings]

Hurry. Class is about to begin.

- Go, go.

- Bye, Creasy.

- Madre.

- You must look after our Pita.

It is not good that she's late today.

I'm very sorry. I, uh... I'll have to get

used to the rules. It won't happen again.

No offense, but I regret

that your profession needs to exist.

[Chuckles]

So do I, Madre. So do I.

Do you ever see the hand of God

in what you do?

No, not for a long time.

The Bible says,

"Be not overcome of evil, but overcome..."

"Overcome evil with good."

[Speaking Spanish]

I'm the sheep that got lost, Madre.

[Speakers:
Woman Singing]

[Bell Ringing]

[Chattering]

When you were a kid, Creasy,

did you like school?

- I don't remember.

- You don't remember?

No, I don't remember.

It, uh... Nah, I didn't like it.

Why not?

Because it wasn't a school like yours.

There was no, uh... no Sister Anna.

Were you unhappy?

Being unhappy, Pita, that's a state of mind.

I really don't remember.

What happened to your hand?

- It's a birth defect.

- No, it's not.

- Look, no more questions, okay?

- [Horn Honking]

- It really wasn't a question.

- It sounded like a question.

Look, I got a job to do. Hey!

No. Gracias. Gracias. No. No.

Listen to me.

I'm being paid to protect you, okay?

No, no, no. I'm being paid

to be your bodyguard.

Look at me.

I'm not being paid to be your friend.

I'm being paid to protect you,

so no more questions. That's it. Period.

[Horn Honks]

- You hear me?

- Yes.

- And no crying.

- I'm not crying.

- [Horns Honking]

- Well, don't start.

You gotta understand, this is a job.

- In order for me to do...

- [Tires Screeching]

In order for... Wait a minute.

- [Horns Honking]

- [Whistle Blowing]

[Knocking]

Yeah, come in.

Mr. Creasy.

I just wanted to make sure

you have everything you need.

I'm fine, thanks.

Is the food all right?

'Cause, uh, Maria told me you didn't eat.

Uh... yeah, the food is great.

I just wasn't that hungry tonight.

[Chuckles]

So you, uh, read the Bible?

Yeah, sometimes.

- Does it help?

- Yeah, sometimes.

- Can I talk to you for a minute?

- Sure.

How are you doing with Pita?

Fine. Fine.

Soon as she figures out that I'm

not her new toy, we'll be fine.

- Yeah, she told me about that.

- Okay.

- You don't have children, do you?

- I told you I didn't.

Well, they can be tenacious

when they want something.

- And Pita just wants to be friends.

- Okay.

But you're paying me to protect her,

right? Not to be her friend.

Right?

So, uh...

Iook, maybe this isn't

gonna work out.

Maybe your husband should find

somebody who's a little more sociable.

No, you're right.

You're being paid to protect her...

and I'm confident that you'll do that.

I'll be coming with you tomorrow.

I hope that's all right.

[Sighs]

[Bass]

[Woman Singing]

[Creasy's Voice] You think God

will forgive us for what we've done?

[Continues]

[Heart Beating]

[Creasy's Voice Echoing]

I'm tired ofkillin, Ray.

You think God will forgive us

for what we've done?

In my state, I couldn't...

I couldn't guard a corpse.

Talk all the time.

[Echoing]

You know, I'm no good at that.

You know, I'm no good at that.

You know how they say...

a bullet always tells the truth?

[Gunshot]

[Panting]

[Piano]

[Musical Ringing]

[Continues]

Yeah.

- Hey.

- Crease.

What's wrong?

Hey, listen, you-you ever have a...

a nine-millimeter round

that didn't go off?

Well, yeah. Failure to fire.

I know.

Failure to fire and-and-and, uh...

You know, I pulled the trigger

and... and... and...

click, nothing.

You're talking about a bad primer.

Yeah, l... Yeah. Yeah, yeah.

But l... You know, right, dimple.

Dimple on the primer.

That may be.

Well, like we used to say...

a bullet always tells the truth.

Crease?

- You all right?

- Yeah.

What were you shooting at?

Yeah, I'm sorry, Ray.

I'm sorry I woke you.

No, i-it's okay. Nothin'.

I was watchin' TV.

[Snorts]

Okay.

All right.

[Thunder Rumbling]

[Sighs]

Pita, you have a pencil?

Thank you.

- [Horn Honks]

- [Tires Screeching]

[Horn Honking]

It's hard to get used to

the traffic down here.

Yeah. I'm very sorry.

- See you, baby.

- All right. See you later.

- Hey. Don't forget your towel.

- Oh, thank you.

Bye. Buenas das.

[Whistle Blows]

[Whistle Blows]

- You're a strong swimmer.

- I never win.

[Grunts]

Thanks.

- So what do I do?

- What do you think you should do?

You're the fastest one in the water,

the slowest one off the blocks.

- What do you think that means?

What do you gotta do?

- Get faster off the blocks.

Get faster off the blocks.

- Our big swim meet is in three weeks.

- Yeah?

- I was gonna enter the 150 freestyle.

- Yeah, you'll be fine.

You'll be okay.

- I'll still be slow.

- You're not slow.

I never finish better than third.

All right.

Maybe you are slow then.

[TV:
Woman Speaking Spanish]

[Pita]

Go! Vamos!

- :
Vamos, Bird!

- [Bird Squawking]

Vamos!

[Pita]

How do you think he got out?

- I let him go.

- It's better to be free, right?

It's better for him.

Actually, he was driving me crazy.

Good night.

Good night.

[Woman Singing]

[Sighs]

- See you in a couple of days. I love you.

- All right. Love you.

Be good. Come on, Lise.

- All right, sweetheart.

We'll call you from Detroit.

- Okay.

- I love you.

- Love you.

- Okay. Bye, honey.

- Seora.

- Bye.

- Oh. Gracias.

- Okay. Bye, honey!

- Bye.

- I love you.

- Love you.

[Engine Starts]

[Sighs]

I hate leaving her.

Concentratin'?

Eyes are closed?

- [Gasps]

- What happened?

- I flinched.

- You flinched? The gunshot holds no fear.

- Say it.

- The gunshot holds no fear.

The gunshot holds no fear! Say it.

- The gunshot holds no fear.

- Louder!

- The gunshot holds no fear!

- Louder!

- The gunshot holds no fear!

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