The climax isn't a shootout at an awards show. It’s in a soundproofed studio at 3 AM. Marcus has set a trap: he’s told Sterling he has the original tape (he doesn’t; Naomi burned it years ago). Sterling arrives with two bodyguards. He’s calm, paternal, smiling. "Marcus, you’re a hero. A broken one, but a hero. Give me the tape, and I’ll make sure that file on your partner’s death says 'negligence' instead of 'cowardice.'"
He nods. "So are you."
Lenny slides a photo across the desk. It’s not of Naomi. It’s of a Secret Service agent’s grave. "You think I don’t know why you really quit? You think that family doesn’t want answers?" Lenny smiles. "Do this, and the file on that night disappears." the bodyguard 2004
Naomi smiles—a real one, not the practiced mirror-smile. "You're not a bodyguard, Marcus. You're a repairman. You fix broken things." The climax isn't a shootout at an awards show
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