Max original film Man on Fire was released April 21st, 2004.
#ManonFire made $130.8M at the international box office.
rottentomatoes: 38%
metacritic: 47
imdb: 7.7
John W. Creasy
Grizzled war veteran John Creasy finds solace in a bodyguard job opportunity in Mexico City, Mexico.
“That’s how it works, huh? Mm! She got a sister? How’s business? Ha.” — John Creasy
“Yes, you do. Yeah. No. Nah… I’ve been moving around. You know, Columbia, couple of place I can’t name. Nothing catches my fancy. You think God’ll forgive us for what we’ve done? You don’t? Me, either. I don’t know. I just, you know… I wanted to see you, Ray. See how you’re doing. You know… came by on impulse.” — John Creasy
“You’re crazy. In my state, I couldn’t guard a corpse. Yeah? You think they’d hire a drunk, a has-been? And if there was, you know, just say, uh, a kidnapping attempt, what do I do then? I don’t know. Yeah. Bodyguard’s gotta be close to people, though. He gotta talk all the time, and you know I’m no good at that. Bodyguard. So who’s the guy? Yeah? And you thought of me.” — John Creasy
“I drink. Coordination, reaction time. If, uh, top professionals try to kidnap your daughter, I’ll do the best I can, but the service’ll be on par with the pay. I’d probably kill ’em. Is that likely?” — John Creasy
“So are you. Yes, uh, Jack and water’d be good. No, ma’am. No. Thank you. Thank you. I don’t know. I don’t know. Creasy. You can call me Creasy. And no, you’re the first. Bye.” — John Creasy
“Come on, Bird. That’s right. That’s right. Come on. All right. Home to Emilio. You’re home free, baby.” — John Creasy
“The U.S. No state in particular. No, I can’t, Pita, so please let me just do my job. I guess that makes me a bargain, then, hmm? Time will tell. Yeah? 24? I think that you know entirely more than you should.” — John Creasy
“See you later. What? Madre. I’m very sorry. I, um… I’ll have to ge tused to the rules. It won’t happen again, I promise you. So do I, madre. So do I. No. Not for a long time. ‘Overcome evil with good.’ That’s Romans Chapter 12 Verse 21. I’m the sheep that got lost, Madre.” — John Creasy
“I don’t remember. No, I don’t remember. Uh… no, I didn’t like it. Because it wasn’t a school like yours, Pita. There was no, uh, no Sister Anna. Being unhappy, Pita, that’s a state of mind. I really don’t remember. It’s a birth defect. Look, no more questions, okay? It sounded like a question to me. Look, I got a job to… 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. Do you hear me? No crying. Well, don’t start. You got to understand, this is a job. In order for me to do my j… in order… wait a minute.” — John Creasy
“Yeah, come in. No, I’m fine, thanks. Uh… yes, the food is great. I just wasn’t that hungry tonight. Yeah. Sometimes. Yeah. Sometimes. Fine. Fine. Soon as she figures out that I’m not her new toy, we’ll be fine. Okay. I told you I didn’t, no. Okay. But you’re paying me to protect her, right? Not to be her friend. Right? So, uh… look, you know, maybe this isn’t gonna work out. Maybe your husband should find somebody that’s a little more sociable.” — John Creasy
“Hey. Hey, listen, you ever have a… a nine-millimeter round that didn’t go off? I know, failure to fire and, uh… you know, I pulled the trigger and… and click, nothing. Yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah, but I… you know, right, dimple… dimple on the primer. That may be. Yeah. Yeah, I’m sorry, Ray. I’m sorry I woke you.” — John Creasy
“Uh, Pita, you have a pencil? Thank you. Yeah. I’m very sorry.” — John Creasy
“You’re a strong swimmer. What do you think you should do? You’re the fastest one in the water, you’re the slowest one off the blocks. What do you think that means? What do you got to do? Get faster off the blocks. Yeah? Yeah, you’ll be fine. You’ll be okay. You’re not slow. All right, then maybe you are slow, then.” — John Creasy
“I let him go. It’s better for him. Actually, he was driving me crazy. Good night.” — John Creasy
“Concentrating? Eyes are closed? What happened? You flinched. The gunshot holds no fear. Say it. The gunshot holds no fear! Say it! Louder! Louder! That’s good. You welcome the sound. In fact, it’s the sound that sets you free. You are a prisoner on this block until that sound sets you free. Are you ready? Are you ready? Are you set?” — John Creasy
“Mm. Why do you ask? Oh. Yeah. Yeah, it’s, uh… can I see that? It’s kind of a wife. Um… okay, like, nowadays in the West, they have one husband for one wife, but in the olden-time cultures they had, uh… you know, different, uh… different rules. Why? You feel sorry for the husband? What? No, I’m not. No, I was not. No, you were smiling. I wasn’t smiling. When? I’m not smiling. You… no. You said five seconds ago. Now that’s six. Six seconds ago, I was not smiling. Six sec… ten seconds ago, I was smiling. Okay. In the next ten seconds, let’s see who smiles first. You smiled already. See? You did… no, that wasn’t a… that was a smirk. That was a smirk. That’s not a smile. A smirk is different. They both start with S, but they’re not the same. Do your homework.” — John Creasy
“Bang! Stop, stop, stop, stop. Come back, come back, come back. Bang! Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop. Stop! Come here. Hurry up, hurry up. Sit. Bang! Bang! You don’t flinch when you hear the gunshot, understand? Listen for the sound. You don’t anticipate. You concentrate on the sound. You understand me? They’re gainin’ on you! Go, go, go, go, go, go! Stop! Stop! Come on, get out. Let’s go again. Let’s go again.” — John Creasy
“Mm-hmm. Bhutan. It’s a Himalayan kingdom. And, uh, they were having some problems with their royal family not that long ago. Mm-hmm. Any more questions? What? No. What kind of question is that anyway? You’re supposed to be studying history, okay? No, that’s ancient history. No more questions. What else? Nunya. Nunya business, that’s who. Okay? Yes, ma’am. Ask you what?” — John Creasy
“Go, Pita! Go! Go! Go, go, go, go! Come on! You’re almost there! Go, go, go, go, go! 10.99. Yeah? No such thing as tough. There’s trained, and then there’s untrained. Now, which are you? Trained. Okay, let’s go again.” — John Creasy
“Here. Okay. Hey. That’s right. Don’t smile, don’t fool around if you want to win. You want to win? Trained or untrained? Go. Oh, good to see you, Madre. Um… Pita’s parents are away on business in Juarez. I was… okay.” — John Creasy
“When I was young. Yeah, then, one day I got a call, and you said, uh… ‘I’m in love, I’m in love, and, uh, I’m moving to Mexico.’ And, uh, I said, ‘huh?’ I said, ‘what happened to the plan? What happened to our… what happened to it?’ Yeah, yeah, yeah. And what’d I do? I hung up. Then I met Alicia, and then, well, then I went, ‘oh! Now I got you! I got you.’ I got it. Can I kiss her? Is that… he got me. Thank you. Wow. Thank you, Pita. It’s beautiful.” — John Creasy
“Ah, don’t be a crybaby. You’re tougher than that. Sit, sit, sit, sit, sit, sit. Yeah. Yeah? Well, I’ll get it from you lat… can you belch? Can you belch like… burp? Can you burp? That’s good. That’s very good. all right, listen. Now, this teacher, this famous teacher, he teaches a lot of rich kids and plays for the symphonies and all that, right? All right, you belch every few minutes while you’re practicing. You apologize to him, but you keep belching. You’ll offend every sensibility he has, all right? Very good. You’ll be back in the pool in 24 hours, I guarantee you. Right, Sam?” — John Creasy
“Lupita Ramos. Thank you. How does this look? Good. Hmm? Bye. How long? Oh, gracias. Pita! Pita! Pita! Run!” — John Creasy
“Mm. Hm. Pita.” — John Creasy
“Hey. Hey, Ray. Tell me. How are you doing, doc? What’s the matter? No. No. No. Does that make me a suspect? Well, maybe you should show me some pictures of some Mexican cops. Maybe we’ll get somewhere then. Brotherhood?” — John Creasy
“Mm. Yeah, I’m all right. Somebody’s on us. Who? I’m not going, Ray. Let’s take a ride by the crime scene. She can follow us. Nice to meet you. They’re a little late. I’m going to get in my truck and leave. Okay. Help me do what? You’re going to help me do what? That’s right. Okay. Okay, friend that’s going to help me. Pleasure to meet you. Tell your driver to keep his distance next time, all right, friend?” — John Creasy
Lupita Ramos
“Yes, Mom? Buenos tardes Senor Creasy. Mucho gusto en conocerte. This way, Mr. Creasy.”
“Hola, Bruno! That’s Bruno, the gardener. And, um, that’s Maria, the cook. Hola, Maria! We fixed the room up two weeks ago. It’s nicer than before. You’ve got a TV and a CD player. What kind of music do you like, Mr. Creasy? You don’t know? That’s Bird. Emilio forgot to take him when he left. Emilio was my last bodyguard. Have you protected a lot of children before, Mr. Creasy. Creasy. Bye, Creasy. Bye, Bird.”
“Does that mean we can get a dog? Dad promised me when I went back to school. Creasy. He said to call him just Creasy. That isn’t disrespectful, is it? He’s like a bear, too. A big, sad bear. I think. Or something. Night. Oh, can you get me some floss in the morning? Yeah. The strawberry kind. Good night, Bear. Creasy Bear.”
“Where are you from, Creasy? I know, but which state? You can drive and talk at the same time. Are you going to stay? My last bodyguard left. Somebody gave him more money than we could. Being Black, is that a positive or negative for a bodyguard in Mexico? There were 24 kidnappings in Mexico City in the last six days. Four a day. Yes. 24. What do you think about that Creasy? Mm, well, thank you.”
“You have to sign. You have to sign in, show them your ID. Buenos dias. Come on. Right there. Hola, Manuel. Hola! Sister Anna, this is my new bodyguard, Creasy. Sister Anna, the headmistress. Okay. Bye, Creasy.”
“When you were a kid, Creasy, did you like school? You don’t remember? Why not? Were you unhappy? What happened to your hand? No, it’s not. I really wasn’t a question. Yes. I’m not crying. Sure. Oh, thank you. Bye.”
“I never win. Thanks. So, what do I do? Get faster off the blocks. Our big swim meet is in three weeks. I was gonna enter the 150 freestyle. I’ll still be slow. I never finish better than third.”
“Vamos! Vamos, Bird! Vamos! How do you think he got out? It’s better to be free, right? Good night.”
“All right. Love you. All right. Mm-hmm. Love you. Love you!
“I flinched. The gunshot holds no fear. The gunshot holds no fear. The gunshot holds no fear! The gunshot holds no fear! Yes. Yes. Uh-huh.”
“Creasy? What’s a concubine? It’s in my history book. It’s like a wife, right? Right there. But the Emperor of China had 1,000 of them. Yeah. Can you imagine my mom multiplied by 1,000? Creasy… you’re smiling. You were smiling. You were. You’re not now, but you were. You were. Like, five seconds ago. Well, a second ago, you were. Okay, ten seconds ago. Ten seconds ago, you were. Mm! Yeah, you did. You were.”
“Daddy! I missed you, too. Good. Yeah? Uh-huh. You got me a dog! Oh, you finally got me a dog! You got me a dog, finally! Oh, my gosh. Oh… my… gosh. Just what I wanted. What’s his name? Quick, come on, Sam. Come on, Sam.”
“State. Um, okay. Do you have girlfriend, Creasy? Do you have a girlfriend? That is history. Creasy history. Who was your very first girlfriend? Nunya? Okay. Good night. Okay, now ask me.
“Yes! Whoo! I’m tough, Creasy. Trained. Okay.”
“Stand here near the finish line. I’m a prisoner in the blocks until the gunshot sets me free. Okay. Yes. Trained. Okay. I won, Creasy! I won! I won!”
“Okay. I think now is as good a time as any. I bought it with my own money. Open it. It’s St. Jude, patron saint of lost causes. You’re welcome.”
“Dad. Can I talk to you? I don’t want to play piano. I want to swim. Whatever. I love you. Okay.”
“If you broke all my fingers, Creasy, then taped them back together, I wouldn’t be able to play piano, but I could still swim. Sam, get back. Remember the day you wanted the pencil? I know why. You wanted the license number off of that car. And I wrote it down in my notebook. I got it all but the last number. I just had a Coke. Right. Okay. Okay.”
“For you, Creasy. Good. Hola, hola. Bye. Creasy! Creasy! Creasy. Creasy. Creasy! I can’t…”
Paul Rayburn
“Georgina! Obey me, I will love you. Come on. That’s right. Hmm? The 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 them back and forth. They think I’m John Wayne. Come on.”
“I live like a king down here. You been working? No. How long you staying? I could do with some impulse.”
“That’s right… a bodyguard. Your Spanish is good enough. You even look the part. It’s rich guys flashing their cash. It’s all for show. Nothing’s gonna happen. You have to keep it under control. You do your best. They’re not gonna be paying you enough to perform miracles. It’s not exactly a scam, Crease. Even at half speed, you’re pretty damn good. You’ll be the silent type. People are gonna appreciate that. Yeah. Samuel Ramos. He’s a young guy. He owns one of the plants in Jaurez. The Jap car industry is in the toilet, and he’s trying to persuade Ford to partner with him. I think he’s in trouble. His family lives in Mexico City. He asked me if I knew anybody he could trust. Yeah. Take a job, Crease. Breathe some air. Then decide if you want to stick around or not. Besides, I’m glad to see you, you know? I got nobody to talk to down here.”
“Yeah? Crease. What’s wrong? Oh, yeah. Failure to fire. You’re talking about a bad primer. Well, like we used to say… the bullet always tells the truth. Crease, you all right? What were you shooting at? No, it’s okay. Nothing. I was… I was watching TV. Okay. All right.”
“Once upon a time, when we were young… well, when we were young and he was younger, and all heads turned our way, we made a deal to take the world together. I said, ‘the plan’s right here!’ Absolutely. Hey, what are you doin’? Well-deserved.”
“Crease. Crease. A friend of his. Rayburn. Crease, you hear me? You got four of them. All dead. It’s… it’s been two days. They’re negotiating a ransom. Crease… don’t fuck with me, all right?”
“What’s going on? Well, it looks like a dog hospital. Manzano was afraid the cops were going to kill you. She’s dead. Dead, Crease. It’s a mess. Somebody hijacked the drop, and, uh… the kidnapper’s nephew was killed, so he ki… he killed Pita.”
“You all set? You okay? Let’s go. Yeah. Lois Lane. Mariana something. Works for Reforma. Newspaper journalist. I guess she thinks you’re a scoop. I’ll get you up to the border. A friend of mine will take you to San Diego, drop you right at the Naval Hospital. What are you going to do? Buenos dias.”
Lisa Ramos
“You’re an American. Would you like a drink? Have you done much of this kind of work before? You have a family, Mr. Creasy? Pita? Pita? honey, this is, uh, Mr. Creasy. It’s English, honey. Um, do you want to show Mr. Creasy to his room? Okay. I think it’s nice… that he’s an American. Thank you. Thank you. I feel better now. Mm.”
“School tomorrow, peeps. Yeah, we’ll see. If you get a dog, will you give up your bear? You’re getting too old for him. How’d you like Mr. Creasy? Uh-huh. No, not if he asked you. Here. There you go. Yeah? Is he sad? Good night, honey. Floss? Oh, sure.”
“What’s that one for? She likes him. Creasy. Pita likes him. Hey. Are you okay? Okay?”
“Mr. Creasy. I just wanted to make sure you have everything that you need. Is the food all right? ‘Cause, uh, Maria told me you didn’t eat. So, you, uh, read the Bible? Does it help? Can I talk to you for a minute? How are you doing with Pita? Yeah, she told me about that. You don’t have children, do you? Well, they can be tenacious when they want something. And Pita just wants to be friends. 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.”
“It’s hard to get used to the traffic down here. See you, baby. All right, see you later. Hey, don’t forget your towel.”
“All right, sweetheart, so we’ll call you from Detroit. Okay? I love you. Mm? Okay, bye, honey. Bye. Gracias. I love you! I hate leaving her.”
“Hi. Tomorrow after you drop off Pita, could you come by and take me to get my hair done? All right. Well, I’ll… I’ll leave you two to your history. Good night, honey.”
“All right. Get out of here, all of you! Get the fuck out of my house! Okay, this is Lisa… Martin Ramos. I’m Pita’s mother. And I’m very sorry for whatever happened to your nephew, but I beg you… please don’t harm my daughter. This conversation is not being recorded. You’re negotiating directly with me. Fuck off! Get the fuck out of my fucking house now! Get out!”
Samuel Ramos
“What happened? Now every mother in Mexico City with a little bit of money wants bigger and better bodyguards. My own wife included. I have a policy: AIG. My dad gave it to me. I know. I had to let Emilio go.”
“Listen, my wife wants someone presentable and polite. You’ll be the fifth candidate she sees this week. Your resume’s quite impressive. 16 years of military experience, extensive counterterrorism work. I’m surprised anybody could afford you. What’s the catch? How does that affect you? What if amateurs try it? No. And no one is to know about your drinking. That includes my wife.”
“Lisa! Lisa! My wife Lisa. And this is John Creasy. It’s all in there. But he has a lot of experience in related fields. Just like that? I think it’s terrific. You sure?”
“La Virgin de Guadalupe. Business. For Toyota, for Ford. If one dies maybe she can resurrect the other one. I don’t know. What are you talking about? Pita loves school. Pita would love Count Dracula if he took her back there, honey. Okay? I don’t know. I don’t know, Lisa. I’m trying.”
“See you in a couple of days, okay? I love you. Be good. Come on, Lise. I love you!”
“Gracias. Come here, girl. Oh, I missed you so much. How you doing? I got a surprise for you. Ready? Okay. Huh? Huh? Yeah. What do you think? Sam. Like Dad. Come on, Sam. Ah?”
“Yes, sweetie? Yes. It’s not open for discussion, honey, okay? Mr. Lozzi’s a very, very famous teacher, and if he accepts you as his student… you’re gonna play the piano. Sorry. Baby. I love you. I just wants what’s best for you, you know that? Okay, honey.”
“Hola. Yes. Yes. Yes, I do. Okay. Yes.”
“Yes, we have the money. I understand. Listen. I, too, worship la Virgin de Guadalupe. What are you doing? He said no phones. Just get me there, please.”
“Hello? Si.”
Sister Anna
“Pita! It’s so good to have you back. Senor Creasy. Hurry. Class is about to begin. You must look after our Pita. It is not good that she’s late today. No offense, but I regret that your profession needs to exist. Do you ever see the hand of God in what you do? The Bible says, ‘Be not overcome of evil, but overcome evil…'”
“Senor Creasy, nice to see you. Today, you are her father.”
Jordan Kalfus
“Family paid the ransom. They sent the kid home after a couple of days. Minus a… an ear, of course. I hate to break it to you, but she’s right. She’s right. Look, Sammy, all my clients have, uh, kidnap and ransom insurance. Yeah, I know. I got it for your dad. But what are you gonna do in 60 days, when you can’t renew it? You can’t because you don’t have a bodyguard. Well, you gotta please Lisa. I mean, hey, ass like that’s hard to find. A Look… a bodyguard’s like anything else. You get what you pay for. Okay? You could do this. You get one that’s got a decent resume. We’re not looking for goddamn Superman here, right? Get someone cheap… till you renew the policy, and then, uh… then fire the prick for whatever… incompetence. Look, all kidding aside, the most important thing here is that your daughter goes back to school and that your wife gets to save face. And, this way, you won’t be the only unprotected family in the neighborhood.”
“Excuse me. Relax, okay? Relax, Sammy. I know she’s your little girl. When I tell you everything’s going to be all right, everything’s going to be all right. Excuse me. I’m Jordan Kalfus. I’m the family attorney. Well, I’m conducting the negotiations, and we neither need or want any police assistance. We’re going to… we’re going to handle this thing ourselves.”
“Hello, sir. This is Mr. Ramos’s attorney. He’s going through a very difficult time here, but he understands. Okay, the money, $10 million US, will be divided into two 15-gallon black canvas bags, each containing $5 million, which will be checked at the bank by the KR agent, then driven to the house in an armored car, where it’ll be transferred to the delivery car. This is for you. Listen, I need a driver to drive Samuel. He’s got a bad ticker. He’s got a heart condition. Look, he’s a nervous kid. He doesn’t respond well to stress. Hm.”
Mexico City
“Si.”
“Buenos tardes!”
“Hola, Pita.”
“Hola, Miguel!”
“Buenos dias.”
“Hola, Pita.”
“Hola, Miguel! Hola, Pita!”
“…with us this evening we have Mariana Guerrer from ‘Reforma’ newspaper to speak with us about the kidnappings. Who are the ones responsible for the kidnappings in Mexico?”
“Senora? Su cafe.”
“Rapido! Rapido!”
“…Pita Ramos!”
“Hola. Hola, Pita. Come on in. One hour. Pita! Pita! Por favor. Concentrate.”
“Senor John W. Creasy is under arrest for the murder of two officers of the Judicial Police… …kidnapping of Lupita…”
“This man, John W. Creasy, an American citizen, is under arrest for the murder of two officers of the Judicial Police and is suspected of possible involvement in the kidnapping of Lupita Martin Ramos. All I know is that they died bravely.”
“You got a flat tire here. Hello? Yeah.”
“What’s going on guys? Ambush!”
“He has gunshot wounds to the chest and the abdomen… he has a collapsed lung which we’ve re-inflated. He’s lucky to be alive. If he doesn’t rest, he will die.”
Victor Fuentes
“Senor Ramos. I’m sorry. I’m really sorry. Victor Fuentes, Anti-Kidnapping Division, Policia Judicial. Speak slower, please. My Russian is better than my English. Senor Ramos, two police officers were killed during your daughter’s abduction. I have a written order from… the public minister …authorizing our participation… ‘un-officially.’ If you want to speak to Attorney General Diaz, it’s on me. Oh. Okay. The kidnapper will tell you to deliver the money alone. Por favor, don’t do that, or you will find yourself in a real Mexican hell. No mariachi, no tequila… and no Pita.”
“Perfecto. Relax. Relax. Maybe that’s… I’m just trying to… …protect your daughter. Okay? Okay. Approximately a month.”
Mariana Guerrer
“It is an activity of organized crime; it’s not a random kidnapping. They are political kidnappings like in Colombia.”
“Chief Ramirez… Chief Ramirez… …the two officers who were killed …records show they were off duty at the time… so why were they in uniform and in a patrol car? Of course, but what exactly were they doing at the scene of the kidnapping? Or were they known for their exceptional good luck?”
“Mr. Creasy? A lot of people are looking for you. I’m Mariana Garcia Guerrero. Reporter for Reforma. I found this across the street. Open it. It’s Santa Muerte. Death worship. They’ve put a curse on you. What are you going to do? I can help you. There’s a brotherhood called La Hermandad. Protects high-ranking government officials, corrupt police and organized crime at a level that is too difficult for me to reach. And I think that you and Lupita Ramos are victims of this organization. I want you to expose them. I want you to talk to me. Give me your story and then I can help you. Please. You’re a stranger here, no? You’re going to need friends that know their way around.”
Miguel Manzano
“They were known for being corrupt and now are celebrated for being dead.”
“Ah… when I heard it was this hospital, I was so pleased. There is a pastry shop nearby. Delgado’s. They have the best pastries in Mexico. Oh, Miguel Manzano. Director of the AFI. And a former director of Interpol in Rome. And you are? Rayburn. Uh, these things take time, Mr. Creasy.”
“Hospitals can be very dangerous places… especially… when you have killed two corrupt cops. How long will he be hospitalized? Did you recognize any of these men? No. It would be convenient, but no. Those were all policemen. Bad Judicial cops. Protected by a brotherhood. A brotherhood… called… ‘La Hermandad.'”
The Voice La Boca
“Family is everything… no? Now… do you love your son? Now… do you understand? You have a $10 million insurance policy, I know that. Follow these instructions… …or God be with your child. You will remove your shirt… …and hold it out the window to I.D. the car. Be professional. Come alone.”
“Do you love your daughter… Senor Ramos? Do you want to see her again? Senor… if your daughter’s life’s as important to you as it is to me, you will do as I say. Yes?”
“You have the $10 million? Do you have the money? Now, if you do as I say, the girl will be returned exactly as she was taken. But if you deviate from the process in any way… by the ‘Virgin of Guadeloupe.’ I swear, you will never see her again. I asked if you understand. Do you understand? Repeat the drop instructions. No. Why? All right. But the car will not be powerful. Remove the trunk lid. Use the maid’s Valiant Acapulco. You will arrive at La Diana Fountain at 1:00 a.m. You will drive around the circle two times. Samuel will remove his shirt and hold it out the window… to I.D. the car… there is a pay phone on the southeast corner. The phone will ring. You will answer and wait for instructions. There is a map on the top of the phone. Follow it.”
“Leave the money in the trunk of the white car. Then return to your car. Do not look back. Remember… I’m a professional. If you keep your word, I will keep mine.”
“Mr. Ramos, you betrayed me. You killed my nephew. You took my money. Senor Ramos… ‘God be with your child.'”
“I… I’m sorry. I’m really sorry. I wish we had talked sooner, senora. I’m really sorry. Now it is too late.”
