3 Days to Kill Page #2

Come on in.

It's nice.

The place looks better than before.

Don't look too hard.

It's falling apart.

I know I haven't done right

by you and Zooey.

I want to see her before I go.

You have to make me a promise.

I'll let you see her under one condition.

Are you done?

Are you really done working for them?

- Yes.

- Promise me.

Yes. I missed a lot.

I should have left a long time ago.

I'm gonna be fine.

I've got the whole day planned.

First...

Oh, no, no, sweetheart, no.

She has her own plans.

You'll just have to catch up.

Hi, sweetie!

Hi.

Hi, Zooey.

How are you?

I'm good, how are you?

I'm good, thank you.

OK.

- Mom, please don't cry. I'm fine.

No, I'm just... I'll be

back home at 8:
30. Yeah?

What are we supposed to do?

All right, how about I cook?

You're on.

So you want me to call you Dad

or should I just call you Ethan?

I think I like Dad.

Favorite place to go after schooI?

I didn't know

we had a favorite place.

Flying chairs, remember?

Look, Ethan, we don't need

to do this, all right?

I know you probably want to talk

and get to know each other.

That's why I transferred

back here to Paris.

Look, I'm not mad at you,

all right?

I don't need you to explain any of this,

all right? It's not a big deaI.

Come on, Zoe,

let's go to the cafe.

Hugh, I want you to meet Ethan.

Who?

- I'm Zooey's father.

- Oh! Hello.

No.

Well, great to meet you,

Ethan... Mr. Renner.

Sorry, sometimes

I just get a bit nervous

when I see American cowboys.

Yee-haw!

OK.

He's older than you.

Yeah, he's a senior.

Is there something wrong with that?

Back when I was growing up if you...

Hugh is so different than you.

Look, I know I'm blowing it here,

Zooey, I...

Look, I...

...thought you might

want to ride this home.

- Wow, is this for me?

- Yeah.

It's... so purple.

Yeah, it's your favorite color.

Right, when I was like nine.

I'm taking the metro with my friends.

All right, so I'll see you

at home for dinner?

"YOUR WISH")

Zooey, I'll see you at home for dinner?

- How are these?

- Fresh.

They're fresh?

I just need to steam them, right?

Don't forget to soak it in milk.

Milk?

Only if you plan to fry it.

Haven't got that far.

I like a man that doesn't pretend to know

his way around the kitchen.

Yeah, well, you're talking

to the right guy.

Yes...

...I think I am.

Well, I'm soaking tuna in milk and

thanks to you,

frying it for my daughter.

So today is Zooey's lucky day?

What did you say your name was?

You can call me Vivi.

Nice running into you, Vivi,

but not interested.

Maybe we could talk?

My wife gave me this.

Come on, cheri,

let's go for a drive.

All right,

but my bike's coming with me.

The bike's going with me.

Who exactly do you work for, Vivi?

I work for the director of the CIA.

Wouldn't know about the top shelf.

Serbia was my operation.

I was looking for the Wolf.

We believe he was

at the hoteI that day,

and I believe that

you may have seen him.

- Wait a minute.

- And I'm willing to bet

that when you see him again

you'll recognize him.

I want you to come work for me.

Not a chance.

I've already got plans.

Don't you think Zooey deserves

to have her daddy around

for more than just

a few measly months?

Jesus!

That was really close.

In exchange for your cleaning services,

I could offer you an experimentaI drug.

Interested?

This, Ethan,

could extend your life.

Where's the literature?

You know, the test results.

How come no one's told me

about this before?

Because you weren't worth

the cost of treatment.

Wow. You make me feeI so speciaI.

- You weren't. But now you are.

- Why?

Because you're sick and dead men

have nothing to lose.

I have access to many things, Ethan,

but only you can give me

access to the Wolf.

I need you to find him...

...and I need you to kill him.

So I buy back my life by killing for you?

When did you become so self-righteous?

Jesus Christ, I just wanna be sure

that we're talking about the same thing here.

You know, killing.

There's a man inside that works

for the Wolf's accountant.

I'm gonna need you

to start right away.

Well, I got a fish to fry and I'm late.

I can get you in home

in time for dinner, Ethan.

Question is...

...do you want your bike back?

- Pretty public place.

- Meaning?

Meaning a silencer would...

...be handy.

So, how many guys

are we talking about?

One.

Knock 'em dead.

Yeah, well, that's the point, isn't it?

Allo?

Grenade!

Pretty good for a jobber.

You said there'd be one guy,

not five.

Oops.

But I did say keep the young man

with the mustache alive.

What do you think

this guy looks like?

- Middle-aged.

- Not a chance.

- Tell her how old you are.

- I am...

Make an effort, all right?

I'm trying to save your life.

- Now tell her how old you are.

- I'm 32.

- Middle-aged.

- Jesus Christ!

Now this...

...is a young man with a mustache.

No, that's a goatee.

That's a mustache and some stubble.

- That's a goatee.

- That's a goatee?

That's a mustache, all right?

This is a goatee.

- That's a shadow.

- It looks French.

- Since when?

- That's a goatee...

What, from your century, grandpa?

Look at that, that's a mustache.

All right, so what about

the rest of these guys?

- Hmm?

- Oh, my...

Who are all these other guys here?

- I don't know.

- And that doesn't bother you?

Nope.

Because I usually like to know the person

I'm killing needs to be dead.

And that's why you never made it

to the top shelf, my friend.

Goatee, you're up.

I'm looking for the accountant.

When does he get back to Paris?

I don't know, I swear.

Kill him.

Hold on,

I can get this guy to talk.

He didn't know.

Goddamn it.

Do you even have a line

that can't be crossed?

I'm gonna need a significant raise.

I wanna leave my daughter

more than just my sh*t pension.

Look, I'll close at 25 but I'm gonna cap you

to half a dozen kills.

Half a dozen?

I'm already halfway there.

We've all been asked

to tighten our belts.

Don't take this the wrong way,

Viv, but you're not my type.

I'm everybody's type.

- You... Are you sure this works?

- No.

But I am sure that if you don't try it,

you'll be dead in two months.

It's 50 thousand, not 25.

And you're giving me credit

for those three guys upstairs.

And I'm also gonna want a...

I'm gonna need a million

dollar life insurance policy.

Take it or leave it.

I'll take it.

I like the package.

All right, now do it.

Breathe, Ethan.

It will hit you morphine-quick.

One way or another...

...I will make you feeI better.

Don't forget to soak the fish.

You promised me my bike.

Zooey!

- Zooey! Are you OK?

- No, I'm not OK.

"KILL ME")

Look at this.

This looks terrible.

I think your...

Your hair?

No, no.

Yes. Yes, my hair.

I look like a freaking Chia Pet.

It looks, uh, awesome.

- Really?

- Yeah.

You think this can go to prom?

Well, if you're going you might

as well take it with you.

- Oh, is that some kind ofjoke?

- No, no, I mean...

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