Three Inches Page #5

That I was going to learn

the answer to every question.

And I did,

to the exclusion

of almost everything else.

And then, one day, there I was,

and my head was full of answers.

And that's when I realized...

I forgot all the questions.

Except the first one.

What was your first question?

"Where's dad?"

You never know your father?

Well, he died when I was 3.

A boy should know his dad.

Got a few boxes

of old records...

And his watch.

And a photograph

I used to keep it by my bed.

But it wasn't memory, you know?

It was just a picture.

Like an insert

in frame you buy.

And all that did

was make me sadder.

So I put it away.

Well, do me a favor.

Put it back.

Okay.

Get some sleep.

[ Sighs ]

It's a big day tomorrow

[ Indistinct conversation ]

Todd:

Club soda and lime.

Men's room.

[ Russian accent ] Please excuse me.

Da.

Hello, Dr. Husak.

I almost forgot.

What did you forget?

Home.

There was an island

in the middle of the lake,

and on the island

there was the ruins of a church

it said the bones of a Saint

were buried in the soil.

I was only 8 years old.

We took an old rowboat,

my sister Vladka and me,

and we rowed out to the island.

And all day

we looked for the bones.

Vladka.

[ Speaks Russian ]

I haven't thought of her

in years.

Hm.

Where is it, Pavel?

Where is what?

The package.

It's in the warehouse

on the last key road.

Locked up like fort Knox.

Kobe is a better player, sure

but LeBron's just

playing better, all right?

It's like Alicia Keys...

she's got all the tools

she's just not

making great tunes.

Annika[ as Anthony ]: This

makes sense to me, of course.

However,

while gaining an NBA title,

Mr. Kobe has become

a far better player,

attaining previously unheard of

performance levels... dawg.

Anthony, you sound weird.

Mao, get over here, now!

Anthony?

I need to work on my...

[ Normal voice ] ...

Sports information and trivia.

No kidding... dawg.

We get in, we get out.

Retrieve the package

and deliver it to HQ.

I don't feel like a hero.

I feel like a U.P.S. Driver.

Maybe the package is evil.

It could happen.

Todd:

You can't always be a hero.

Watts:
Sometimes

it's just a paycheck.

Also, pace yourself.

[ Grunting ]

Go, go, go.

Go, go, go, go, go. Go.

[ Grunts ]

Guys?

Guys?

Stop right there!

Down on your knees!

Hands behind your head.

Hello, boys.

What the hell?

You, down on the ground!

Oh, I'm sorry.

I'm running late.

Down on the ground!

[ Both laughing ]

[ Laughter stops ]

Walter?

Watts, I don't think

I can do this.

Walter, get up.

One more door to open,

and we can all go home.

You got it?

Yeah. Okay.

[ Device beeping softly ]

Step on it, freak.

We're on the clock.

I've never seen anything

like this before.

That's what I was afraid of.

Why anybody thought you belonged

on my team...

Brandon.

He can do it.

Really?

'Cause all I see is a f...

[ Lock clicking ]

Freak?

You make it sound

like a bad thing.

Who are you?

Ok, excuse me, That's not

definitely a package.

That is a little girl.

Brandon, what the hell?

Man:
Give us the kid...

No.

This is me.

Stink on!

[ Coughing, gagging ]

Hey. There's nothing

to be afraid of.

We're gonna take care of you.

Todd:

Brandon, watch out!

[ Gunshots ]

First guard... he's coming.

Carlos:
That guy's gonna need

a new grill.

Let go of me!

Let go of me!

Wait a minute.

Nobody said she was the package.

We don't even know

what is was doing there.

Maybe somebody...

Get in the van.

She's not a package.

She's a little girl.

Walter, please.

[ Engine turns over ]

Whoa, whoa,

it's okay. It's okay.

We're not gonna hurt you.

We're here to help.

Maybe this is a rescue Op.

Cuff her.

We can handle this, Brandon.

I've got an idea.

Why don't you ask Todd

what happens

when you don't shut up

and follow orders?

Happy or sad?

It's you call.

Watts, what the hell

do you think you're doing?

Till we get back to HQ,

until Troy tells us

exactly what's going on,

nobody's getting cuffed.

We're the good guys, remember?

[ Tires screech ]

[ Starter cranking ]

Brandon:

Stay in the van.

Oh, my God.

Call HQ.

We need to get out of

here now. Brandon!

They just shot Brandon.

Are you alright?

Annika, call Troy.

Todd, go check out Brandon.

What about us?

We run, go.

Go.

Walter.

Right.

I can only do this

for a limited amount of time,

then it goes away

till my body recharges.

It's like

the electromagnetic energy...

Go, go.

Walter:
Okay.

I think we're good.

What's your name?

Cassie.

Cassie, what were you doing

in that room.

I don't know.

I was on my way home

from school.

They took me.

What about those men chasing you?

You know who they are?

No.

Troy will know what to do, right?

[ Shouting in distance ]

Man:
This way!

That way.

Up here.

Go, go, go.

No. Got to go back.

Back!

Walter:

Go, go, go, go!

Now would probably be

a good time

to alter

their emotional states.

How about sense of direction...?

Can you do that? I'm not close enough

Oh, so your powers are limited

by how close you are to

the target, just like mine?

Can we discuss this

another time?! Go!

Now what?

Wait.

I can do this.

[ Squeak ]

Watts:
Nice work.

We're gonna need

a new set of wheels.

You're kidding me.

[ Tires screech ]

[ Gear shifts ]

I thought were taking things.

Pickup and delivery...

That's what you said.

But people are hurt.

People are dying.

You saw what happened

to Brandon.

Troy never said anything

about anybody dying.

We can't think

about that now, Walter.

We've got to move.

Okay?

But not back to headquarters.

We can't go back there

till we know it's safe.

[ Gear shifts ]

The only safe place is

the last place they'd look.

We entered a race.

Well, it's actually more of

a scavenger hunt, really.

And in order to win,

we have to find a place to hide

for three to five hours

before we locate the midget

and... and get

the policeman's autograph.

The last time you were here,

a room full of paying customs

ran screaming into the night

projectile-vomiting.

Okay, Walter.

You can crash in the storage room

Cassie? Cassie?

What's that?

Nothing.

What kind shots

did they give you?

I don't know.

How often?

Every morning.

The people who give you

these shots...

You know who they are?

No.

Bad Guys grabbed you.

Bad guys chase you.

Bad guys everywhere,

but you don't know who they are

or what they want?

Okay, uh, just to sum up,

after you got fried

by a lightning bolt,

you discovered that you could

move any object three inches.

Then you joined a team

of superheroes to fight evil,

but ended up grabbing

a little girl instead.

Also, one of us is really high.

Sorry.

It's...

Just... Beer.

Not just for that.

Also for unleashing

a hellish odor in here.

That was you?

Guy I know

calls himself "the human smell."

That is one stinky superpower.

[ Exhales sharply ]

Oh, man.

Oh...

I'm sorry, too

For what?

Should have known

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