A fearless bodyguard is assigned to protect someone who may be more trouble than the job is worth. As danger closes in, the line between duty and desire begins to blur.
Let go! Do you know who I am? I don't know you! Who is he? Let him go. He's my cousin.
Sorry. I thought you were some creep stealing underwear. Of course I'm here to see my dear cousin Thane. Your bodyguard had the nerve to do that to me. Fire her!
Fire me? Did you come here for something, Lester? Zane, you're not well. If you're out this late and something happens to you,
what would I tell my late aunt? I'm right here. How could I let anything happen to him? And you barely pay attention to the company.
Why not hand it over to me? I'd take care of you. Some people sound so affectionate, while all they're thinking is worthless.
And then he says, we're family, when he's obviously up to no good. Isn't that hypocritical? A cripper and a lousy bodyguard? What are you so smug about?
The company will be mine sooner or later. So what if he can't walk? He's smarter than you and he's got me. What about you? What do you have? Thea, I'm tired. I want to go back to my room.
Okay, let's go. Mr. Lester, make yourself at home. You two, just wait. Come on, let's go back.