Haywire Page #3

Kept getting into fights.

Bleak future.

Kenneth knows

how to put trouble to good use.

I'm empty.

- You have family?

- Both parents, still going strong.

T eachers.

Two brothers and a rather adorable niece.

Whiskey.

- They know what you do?

- No.

I can never lie to my dad.

Then he must worry about you.

I tell him not to.

Still keeping tabs?

I hate babysitting jobs.

That guy just recognized me.

- Who?

- Gray shirt, gray tie, goatee.

- You sure?

- Yeah.

Why would he know you?

'Cause the last time I saw him,

I was in Baghdad in my hotel room.

All right. Here comes our friend.

Well, it's obvious you're newlyweds.

Still talking to each other

instead of the other guests.

- I'm sorry. Are we being rude?

- No, no.

- Katie, Eric Studer.

- Hi.

Listen, I had some brainwave.

What are you two doing afterwards?

Well, I don't know. You're jet-lagged, right?

No, I'm sorry. I mean tomorrow, this week.

No particular plans.

- We were going back to London.

- London?

I may have better than this.

We're going to Saint Moritz.

- "We"?

- Yeah, some friends.

It'll be fun. We'll fly in,

put you up at a Suvretta.

- Well...

- Do you ski?

- Snowboard.

- These are the Alps, they're pretty steep.

Like the prices. We'll discuss it.

No, no, no discussion. We go.

I'll send the itinerary to your hotel.

Wheels up at 11 :00.

Okay? Okay?

You locate Goatee. I'll take Studer.

Myself and a few friends

are heading to a nice little village.

Maybe you could come and join us.

- Sounds good.

- Yeah?

Bet you look good in white.

Fluffy, little bunny.

I should think Sunday.

Sunday?

Maybe Saturday, if we're lucky.

Then let's be lucky.

- Mrs. Hillier.

- Hi Katie.

Katie. You haven't promised to come skiing.

I can't even find my way around here.

Richard is in the other room. I just left him.

Well, actually, I was looking for the...

They're in the back of the library.

So much wine.

- So much to look at.

- Yeah.

You've only seen the inside.

I should show you the maze.

Isn't it a little dark out there?

Perfect time.

I get claustrophobic, even in the daytime.

No, the whole point is to relax

and lose yourself.

I'll take a rain check.

This is Ireland. Won't be long.

And to find your way back,

retrace your steps.

F***.

Hi.

- Where are you?

- In the bathroom.

I'm not used to drinking so much.

My friend from Baghdad has a date.

Well, a couple, actually.

I think it's the paid-for kind.

Where are you?

In the main room.

I spoke to Studer briefly

and made our apologies,

told him we'd discuss Saint Moritz

in the morning.

I think we should get back to the hotel

and talk to Kenneth, don't you?

Thank you.

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