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Her quirks include bringing her shower sandals to the court, tying her shoelaces in a specific way and bouncing the ball five times before her first serve and twice before her second. Serena Williams Serena Williams Four-time Olympic gold medalist Serena Williams has multiple superstitions she sticks with before every match. Usain Bolt Usain Bolt The fastest man in the world celebrates winning the Men's m Final by unleashing his signature victory pose. LISA You realize that you've brought a killer into the house.
Samuel is stopped short by that one. She steps over and kisses her husband on the cheek. LISA Thank you. I feel better now. All enthusiasm, away from her parents. A pound black German Shepherd greets them. Sniffs Creasy's pant leg, unsure. Do you speak German? He was trained in Frankfurt. My Dad loves the idea of having a dog around, but hates the fact he lives inside.
Creasy follows her. Frank pads along after them. Mom and I. It's nicer than before. Creasy takes a stroll around it, ignoring her. I like music a lot. It tilts its head at the big man. He drove me to school in the morning and picked me up in the afternoon. Finally Creasy turns, looks at her hard. Pinta smiles huge, nods. Does that sound alright, Mr. Just call me Creasy. Frank's tail wags imperceptibly. And then, walking on air, she's out the door. Creasy sets up his room with meticulous precision that comes from years in the military.
Front and center he arranges his shrine: an almost empty bottle of scotch and a glass engraved from an earlier encounter next to a pack of Marlboros and his weathered Zippo.
Then, his beaten up gun and holster. A well-travelled New Testament is placed in the drawer. He reaches in between the shirts, pulls out a fresh bottle of scotch. He breaks the seal, unscrews the cap. He pours a double The macaw squawks it's disapproval. He ejects the shell from the breach of the 9mm, tries to catch it on the back of his hand.
An old game with himself. His hand is too shaky. The bullet bounces off, hits the floor. Creasy picks it up. Ejecting the magazine, he starts to oil the weapon. As the macaw squawks, Creasy looks up. It doesn't feel like this relationship is going to work. LISA School tomorrow, baby. Pinta smiles, happy at the thought. LISA You do? Lisa smiles, kisses her goodnight. As she starts out Lisa turns, looks back at her daughter.
He's alright now, but I think he's been very, very sick. LISA Well, think about going to sleep. Good night, baby. Lisa exits. Pinta looks over at the battered teddy bear. Tests his mag spring with his thumb, begins loading up. The full magazine joins with those already loaded. Another glass of scotch is poured.
Creasy's hands oil the holster. The Sig Sauer is slipped in. The holster is hung over the corner post of the bed. A map is flattened. Creasy's finger traces various routes, pencils them in.
From the house to Pinta's school. The macaw squawks again. Creasy steps over, takes the cage and carries it to the open window. He opens the cage door. The bird flies, disappears out the window. LISA She likes him. LISA Creasy.
Pinta likes him. She'd like Count Dracula is he took her back there. Lisa just smiles, knows her daughter better. The empty scotch glass is set down.
Ominously sober. As he checks underneath Frank looks on, seems like he disapproves of Pedro. Pinta exuberant beside him. Traveling route number one from home base to school. Pinta looks at Creasy's hands on the wheel.
The back of the right one is swirled with scars. But which state? Creasy checks the rearview mirror. Pinta frowns; this is going to take some work. Have you been there? Creasy has his eyes on the mirror. Creasy checks the mirror. The white Corolla continues the way it was going.
False alarm. I don't understand. But you don't have to understand. So no talking. My last bodyguard quit. Four a day. What do you think about that, Mr. Maybe I need to up my fee or get a larger gun. She looks at his scared right hand, then him.
All curiosity. He notes the high walls, the heavy gates. Creasy hits it. A beat and then a shutter opens at eye level. Pinta waves from the car. Creasy drives in toward a rambling, ivy-clad building set in spacious grounds. He looks around, appraising the lay of the land. Pinta's name is called. An elderly gray-haired NUN walks over from the entrance. Pinta runs over, kiss her warmly on both cheeks, then leads her toward Creasy. Sister Anna shakes his hand. He's American. From no state in particular.
We're so happy to have her back in school. Run along now, Pinta. Pinta waves goodbye, bounds away. They watch her go. I -- It won't happen again. Sister Anna is impressed. She nods her 'props' to Creasy. A police car behind him. Creasy shakes his head. And Spanish. A legitimate firearms license for bodyguard work witnessed by Rayburn. Creasy deliberately puts one hand on the steering wheel, then the other.
Minimizing the confrontation. I just went through all of this at the airport. Rayburn's daily routine. He sits up front an Uzi cradled in his lap. Creasy, what's up? Don't trust the cops, especially the Judicials. Might as well wear a shark fin. As he pulls a particular CD, we are not privy to what it is. The bodyguards stand together sharing cigarettes and stories. Give him a share of unfriendly looks.
Creasy could care less. The doors open and the children pour out. Creasy palms the Marlboro. The frown on his might as well be chiseled in marble. She looks out the window, realizes Pinta thinks about it, realizes what he's doing, smiles. No answer from Creasy. It's hard not to feel foolish around this kid. Creasy's hoping she'll just shut up. I never thought about it. Pinta watches Creasy a moment, trying to figure a way in. She looks at his scarred right hand on the wheel.
Then, as she reaches out And touches it. Creasy gives her a look, devoid of humanity for an instant. When he speaks again he's colder; he's decided something. I'm paid to protect you. They drive on in silence. Creasy finally glances over. Pinta stares straight ahead, her chin quivering. But she is. As Creasy stops at a red light I don't like questions. I -- And she's out the door. Creasy shoulders open his door, bolts out. This time in the backseat. Creasy sighs. The light goes green.
Scooters whine away and horns blare. Creasy looks back at her, but she stares straight ahead. As the chorus of horns continues, Creasy continues driving. Gomez's just cleaned his plate and is going after any remnants with a crust of bread.
Creasy hasn't touched his. MARIA, the cook, enters. As she clocks Creasy's plate Samuel is a very accomplished player. Creasy sits in a chair in the twilight by the window, a glass of scotch in his hand. A knock at the door. The door opens. It's Lisa. LISA Mr. Creasy, I wanted to make sure you have everything you need.
LISA Is the food alright? Maria tells me that you didn't eat. Sometimes I don't eat. Slip it to the dog if you have to Do you mind if I talk to you for a moment? He shakes his head. Lisa glides into the room like a dancer, sits down at the foot of the bed.
LISA smiles Yes, she told me. Do you have children, Mr. LISA You should know they're tenacious when they want something. And Pinta wants to be friends. A beat and then Lisa nods. Maybe this isn't going to work. Maybe you should ask your husband to hire someone LISA No, you're right. You were hired to protect her, that's enough. I'm confident you'll do that. Lisa stands, is about to start out when she sees his gun and holster hanging from the corner of the bed. It gives her pause.
Something sexy about it and Creasy's proximity. LISA I didn't realize you had a gun. I know that's silly to say. Creasy doesn't answer, just watches her. LISA It makes it all seem so serious. I'll be coming with you tomorrow. I have lunch with friends. Finally, Lisa just shrugs and disappears out the door. Creasy slugs down a gulp of scotch.
Then, she listens as Linda Ronstadt's "Blue Bayou" starts to drift through the open window, down from the room above. The empty bag from the record store. This is the CD he bought. As the song ends, Creasy hits the back- up button. Creasy takes the 9mm from its holster. As he sits back in his chair Creasy does not look right. Holding the 9mm, he ejects the round, tries to catch it on the back of his hand.
No good. He chambers another round. Tries again. Frank, the dog, watches her every move, perplexed. Feels like he misses a beat as he loads one shell into the chamber. Pinta sings along oblivious. Suddenly the barrel is at his forehead and the trigger has been pulled.
No gun shot. A click. Hammer against shell. Creasy is confused. He ejects the shell and catches it in the palm of his hand. Pinta still dances. As she leans down to kiss her son, a cellphone rings. Rayburn looks over at the nightstand. Rayburn finds it. What's wrong? On his cell phone. The hammer came down and nothing happened. Dimple on the primer. Never happened to me though. Maybe the firing pin's off. Creasy is troubled about it all to say the least.
What were you shooting at? Creasy doesn't answer. He holds the bullet up, looks at it. Creasy clicks off the phone. He starts back toward the house, but stops short again. There she is. Standing in the window of her room. She's been watching him.
It's like Creasy seeing her for the first time. And she's been watching him forever. No easy answer for it. They're connected somehow. It takes it place of honor front and center on the shrine. Next to the Marlboros and scotch. The New Testament is set down nearby. CU - Creasy asleep in his bed for the first time. Lisa and Pinta in the back. Creasy steals a look in the mirror. Pinta stares straight ahead. But when Creasy looks away, Pinta steals a look at him.
He pulls a piece of paper from his pocket. But nothing to write with. He stays calm, doesn't let on what he's thinking. Her little hand comes over the top of the seat with a pencil. Creasy takes it, slows to let the Corolla catch up. He squints into the mirror to read the plate. Lisa is oblivious, but as Pinta looks back over her shoulder Creasy lurches to a stop. The Corolla swerves around them disappears ahead. LISA The traffic takes some getting used to.
They're everywhere. This relaxes Creasy's paranoia. As he laughs to himself. The Mercedes parks; Creasy gets out. Pinta kisses her mother on the cheek. LISA Don't forget your towel. Pinta gets out with book bag and her towel. As she starts to walk past Creasy without a word, he holds out her pencil. Doesn't need him. LISA She has swimming practice today.
You'll need to pick her up at the pool. He doesn't want anything to do with Lisa either. Thoughtful, Lisa looks out the window. LISA I talked to her. She understands. She won't bother you anymore. As Creasy just drives.
He checks his watch, looks around. The minutes do not pass quickly. LISA sees him Creasy! Creasy nods. They study him with interest. Creasy nods again You used to be, what did they used to call it, a soldier of fortune?
Jordan doesn't quite hide his disdain. Creasy nods a final time, lets his eyes drift to a yard stare. As Lisa gives her a dirty look, Evelyn whispers Jordan looks in the direction Creasy looks.
Just a blankness from Creasy. A condescending smile as Jordan awaits his answer. LISA Jordan! I have skills in that respect. Pinta would benefit by the fact that I'm a soldier. The question is foolish. Lisa smiles at the answer, kisses Jordan on the cheek. LISA Jordan, thank you for the lovely lunch. I promise not to let Evelyn spend too much. Evelyn doesn't see it, but Creasy does.
Jordan just lets his fingers trace the top of Lisa's ass. As she and Evelyn head for the car, Creasy is there to open the door. Pulls into traffic. As he goes, he checks the rear view mirror. Jordan remains standing on the curb watching the car pull away. Something odd about it all. Reminiscent of a lunatic asylum. Creasy arrives at the public pool. A practice. Several bodyguards gather at one end of the pool.
Give Creasy a less than friendly look. As he looks for Pinta A GUN goes off. He sees Pinta in the pool. The fifty yard dash. She's in fifth. Then fourth. Creasy walks along beside her. Second and closing. And at the wall, still second.
She surfaces, frustrated. As she sees Creasy there Pinta in back, writing in her notebook. Not speaking, but a weird sort of harmony. By the time I catch up, it's too late. She keeps writing. The number "2" over and over. All alone needless to say. It's in Japanese. Shakes his head. From out the window, a CAW, then again.
Yet again. Finally, Creasy stands goes to the window. He leans out, sees Pinta's window across the lawn from him. Pinta standing on the terrace. Another CAW. Creasy decides to play. He CAWS in return. Pinta looks around. Creasy does a pretty good impersonation. Hears Pinta CAW again. She looks up at him. I thought I heard him. Did you hear him? Actually, he was driving me crazy. Creasy disappears back inside.
Pinta smiles big before letting the stick drop to the ground. Blue Bayou plays. Pinta now listens to Creasy's sound. I'm so lonesome all the time, since I left my baby behind, on Blue Bayou. They're on their way, kissing Pinta goodbye. The Day of the Dead. Lisa gives her a look. Don't make this harder than it has to be. Finally, Pinta nods. Creasy waits quite a discreet distance away by the Mercedes.
She steps over, stops to wave goodbye one last time, then gets in back. As Creasy shuts the door. She wipes away a tear just as it forms. I don't care. She's got a toughness Creasy likes. As she looks out the window, he looks ahead. You have a real talent. Maria beams with pleasure. She looks a bit forlorn as she sits at opposite ends of the table from Creasy.
As she stares at her plate, Creasy starts to laugh at what an odd sight she is. All dressed up and no place to go. Wrong move. Pinta stands, marches out of the room. As Maria and Creasy exchange a look Then there it is! The macaw. Sitting on the opposite roof. This doesn't look like such a good idea. As she crosses, disappears over the peak.
It's a game of catch me if you can. She gingerly moves closer. The bird moves away, just out of her reach each time. There's the macaw. Come on. The fourth time Pinta's fingers are centimeters away.
She reaches and suddenly slides along the slick tile covering this section of the roof. Frank's in the yard barking loudly. Near the edge, she manages to stop. She scrambles up a few feet.
A tile snaps off. She slides again. This time right off the edge. She catches the rain gutter. Hangs thirty feet above the ground. A concrete landing below. As the gutter creaks: INT. Creasy is on his feet, out the door in a heartbeat. Pinta drops ten feet, jerks to a stop as the gutter stops, then drops the last twenty feet Creasy dashes over. She's in a lot of pain, but moving her arms and head.
Frank's licking her face. She puts her hands to the left side of her ribs. Creasy carefully probes with his fingers. She winces. Anywhere else? As Maria huffs and puffs her way up. Pinta nods. Creasy eases his arms under, around her, lifts her out as gently as possible. She disappears in his arms. And she bursts into tears. Maria looks up at the thirty foot fall. Begins to cross herself.
She's just scared. Creasy cradles her, pats her back. As Pinta says his name like a mantra Fantastic in a black evening dress. The Ford car industry dinner awaits her entrance. LISA You're sure she's alright? Samuel enters from the bathroom, concern on his face. LISA Okay, good, you're sure. She turns her back so Samuel can zip her dress up. Give her my love. Frank at the head of the bed. I didn't have a family. But I did have two kids. They're adults now. It's a sensitive subject so Pinta moves on.
She nods. Creasy looks at the bear. Don't tell my friends. Does he have a name? Pinta thinks just a beat, then shakes her head 'no'. She sends her love. Creasy stands there a beat, then heads for the door. Almost out, he looks back.
Good night, Pinta. He's halfway out the door. Could you play the song? Creasy is confused a moment, but when he sees her open window, he realizes. You got it. He goes. As Pinta eases back with a sigh and a smile Using crutches, Pinta hobbles over. Creasy opens the back door for her. But when she gets there, she hesitates. There's more room for my foot. Creasy makes no big deal of it. He takes her crutches, opens the front. As she scoots inside Frank waits and watches.
Creasy calls to him. Dad says the car will smell 'doggie'. Pinta is happy to be there and Creasy doesn't seem to mind. Can you put your weight on it? Will it take a long time before it's better?
Our big swim meet is in three weeks. I was going to swim in the one hundred meter freestyle. They drive on a few silent beats, until I always finish second. Pinta looks at him hopefully, but Creasy catches himself. He's not going to coach a little girl. As Creasy places a fork of meat into his mouth Creasy opens his mouth, takes the fork of meat back out.
Maria and Gomez wait to see how he'll answer. How can that be? Can you imagine my mother multiplied by a thousand? Maria and Gomez burst out laughing. So funny that Creasy smiles. Pinta lights up at the sight. A huge victory. He reverts to a frown.
Now Pinta bursts out laughing. And Creasy can't help but smile again. Pinta changes subject. Also I enjoy history. Is that where you met the man with cigarettes? Raises up against the blue sky. Like a kid playing Cowboys and Indians.
The finger pulls an imaginary trigger. Pinta takes off. Splashes into the water. Not to Creasy's satisfaction. Pinta turns in the water, looks back at him. You go. Don't listen for the sound; don't anticipate it. Concentrate on the sound itself. You will. Creasy points at the blocks. Pinta gets out of the water. Shivering, Creasy throws a towel around her and rubs her down.
Pinta is stealing looks at Creasy's right hand. She knows the answer must be serious, but she has to ask. Creasy looks at her a moment, deciding. Pinta practically holds her breath, watches him, knows the answer may come. Creasy checks the mirror, watches the road. He smoked a lot. There was no ashtray. That's it. End of explanation. Creasy continues watching the road. Pinta watches him. Where you're from is what happened to you. As she moves to knock, she sees the door is ajar, hears voices.
She peeks in. Creasy and Pinta sit on the floor, pencils, papers and a book spread out before them. Doing her history homework.
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