3 Days to Kill Page #5

There's too many people.

Look, can we go somewhere private?

- Gosh.

- There's not too many people.

But it's purple.

It is purple. Get on.

- How do you even get on it?

- Just get on.

Wow, we did it.

We're halfway there. We're on it.

Give yourself time to push here, OK?

It's right here then. All right?

Zooey, all right.

- Whoa. OK?

- OK.

- Good.

- Easy, please.

OK, I have you. Now, just

kinda, you know how to pedaI.

- Yes. I'm right here.

- Why is it so high?

Don't let go. I'm gonna...

Why did you leave us, Ethan?

Why did you leave me and Mom?

Look, I traveled a lot, sweetheart,

and your mother and I...

What?

There is no easy...

There's no good answer, honey.

All right.

- Do you have another family?

- No. No, sweetheart. I didn't. Come on.

Do you have another family?

- Is that what it is?

No.

Do you have another

perfect daughter somewhere?

Did you see me and not want me?

- Do you not love me?

- No, sweetheart, no, that's not it.

Well, why did it take so long

for you to come back?

Look!

The longer I was gone...

...it felt like the harder

it was to come back.

OK, OK, all right.

That's all.

It's nothing to do with you.

Would you still care about me

if I did horrible things?

Yes, of course.

Absolutely.

I lie a lot.

Like, all the time about everything.

Even when I don't need to.

I don't know why.

Well, you know, sometimes that's

easier than telling the truth.

That girI I hit at schooI,

she wasn't teasing a Pakistani friend.

She was hitting on Hugh.

- It's all right, he prefers soccer.

- Yeah.

Hugh!

These are so beautifuI, thank you!

Give me one sec, I'll be right back.

Ethan, don't say anything weird.

- You rave, Hugh?

- What?

- You rave?

- No, no way, Mr. Zoe.

I'm an athlete.

I'm a striker.

Last game I scored two goals,

by the way.

- So you like to score?

- Yeah, yeah, definitely, yeah.

No! Well, I...

I... I mean on the field.

- Yeah.

- On the field only, yeah.

- Soccer?

- Yeah.

Not a fan. I'm from Pittsburgh,

where we play real football.

- Oh yeah, American football.

- No.

ReaI football.

OK.

Nice bike.

- You like the bike?

- Yeah.

You're the only one.

I won't be home late, Ethan.

- Where are you two going?

- SchooI.

Great, well,

I'm headed that direction myself.

No, you're not.

Yeah, well, I could be.

I'm going to the market.

Oh, OK, well, I'm gonna...

OK, see you later,

Mr. Zooey.

I don't like being called that.

You don't like Hugh?

I'm in, uh, sales, sweetie.

It's my business to read people.

You know, a lot of my friends'

dads are in sales, Ethan,

and not one of them

dresses like you.

What are you saying?

I'm saying they wear suits.

That's what they wear to work.

Hey, I love you!

- Haven't I helped you enough?

- You know the drill.

The accountant checked out.

I need you to tell me where he is now.

- I gave him to you yesterday.

- I know you did.

And now you're back.

I thought you were a pro.

I'm suddenly a single dad.

It's getting complicated.

Is it my fault if your daughter

is out of controI

and affecting your work and judgment?

You're right, Mitat.

It is affecting my judgment.

'Cause you should have

been dead a long time ago.

Hey, my wife works late.

I need to pick up my girls at 4:30.

I can't promise,

but I'll make an effort.

Open up.

I can't get around your mirror.

Fine, a**hole.

Yes!

Ethan! Ethan!

That briefcase has the routing codes

to the Albino's accounts, doesn't it?

Yeah.

Do not open!

The lock has an explosive trigger.

I got the codes to the briefcase.

Give me the codes to the trigger, Guido.

But after I give it to you,

you will kill me.

No, but I swear to God

I'm gonna really torture you

- if you make me count to three.

- No.

- OK, one...

- Oh, no.

- ... two

- No.

No.

- Zooey?

- Ethan, so listen,

I was thinking about tonight.

Sweetie, I'm gonna be home on time for

dinner, all right? I promise. Now, can I...

- Can I call you back?

- I want to make dinner for Hugh tonight.

Just the two of you, like a...

- ... romantic dinner?

- Something like that.

And I want to make him

reaI spaghetti sauce

but I don't know what I need

besides tomatoes.

I can't find Mom,

so I need your help.

Just a sec, sweetie.

Guido, are you a reaI Italian?

What?

I mean, are you a reaI Italian?

I mean, were you born there?

Yes. Catania, Sicily.

Could she have a recipe for sauce?

Sauce?

Yeah, sauce, you know, sauce.

- Is that code?

- No, it's not code.

- You just said you're a reaI Italian, right?

- Si.

Si, so you must know a little

something about spaghetti sauce!

Ah! Spaghetti sauce!

Red or white?

- Red or white?

- Red, vegetable, not too spicy.

Vegetarian, not too spicy.

OK, I know what to tell her.

Sweetie, itjust so happens I'm in a meeting

here with a reaI live Italian.

His mama has a great recipe.

He wants to give it to you.

His name is Guido.

Why don't you say hello

to my daughter.

Hello. I am Guido.

Hi, Guido,

this will only take a second.

No, no!

- Please take all the time you want.

- Who's Guido?

No, no, no.

So, this is my mama's favorite

reduction sauce.

You will need tomatoes,

capers and garlic.

She always uses tomatoes

from her garden.

Your mom has a garden?

That is so cooI.

Yes, she worked all her life

so I could go to schooI,

and now I am the only one left

to take care of her.

What else, Guido?

Heat the olive oiI,

crush the garlic.

Then you peeI the tomatoes.

After ten minutes, no more,

add capers and parsley.

And my mama's secret

is a cup of red wine

and a teaspoon of sugar.

Boy, that Guido's a reaI mama's boy, huh?

I think it's sweet that he

loves his mother. Thanks, Ethan.

- Remember, don't get home too early.

- OK.

No, wait!

Oh, please call her back.

I wanted to give her my mama's

favorite recipe for cannoli.

You know how to tell time?

Where's the one?

Where's the three?

That's two hours.

You cut this guy loose

in two hours.

Guido, remind me where you're going

after this kid lets you go.

I'm going back home

to live with Mama!

You're late.

I'm in the middle

of a training session.

Yeah, I... I can see that.

Job's done.

- You're no fun.

- Not really.

Sit down.

Or did you forget why you came?

- Champagne?

- I don't think so.

You're just an American girI having

a good time in Paris, aren't you?

Who doesn't love Paris?

Now that we've bankrupted the Albino,

he'll come running back to Paris

with his tail between his legs,

leading us straight to the Wolf.

When?

Very soon.

You can't go dressed like that.

What's wrong with how I dress?

What are you, cheri, 42 long?

Yes.

- Take it off.

- Excuse me?

Shoes, everything. Let's go.

- What's going on?

- Baby.

Baby?

You let that guy go, right?

You didn't hurt him?

No, you keep that,

that's yours now.

My God.

This is not the first time

for you, after all.

Actually, it is.

What about your daughter?

I wasn't there.

I was working far away,

in Africa to be precise.

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