Hector and the Search for Happiness Page #3

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I'm gonna have to cut the nanny

down to five days a week.

- It's an uphill battle.

- I'm at the end of my rope.

The end of your rope.

- The end of your rope!

- Yeah.

I'll give you a rope.

Okay, a child witnessing

his parents gunned down

in a drive-by shooting,

there's a rope!

A midwife in Africa,

trying to deliver babies

with no running water,

that is a rope!

Tintin.

Literally at the end

of his rope.

Does he cut the rope

to save his own life

or does he hold on to stop his friend

from falling to a certain death?

Cut the rope, Tintin!

Cut the rope!

Jane, Jane!

Jane! Jane!

I'm sorry.

I am very, very sorry.

I don't know...

I don't know what came over me.

Same time next week?

Um, I have to take my daughter

sailing for a couple of days.

Yes. Yes, I do remember

you mentioning that.

So, the following week?

I still won't be back.

You said a couple of days.

Yeah.

One, two, three, four, five,

six, seven, eight... nine.

This is not

a couple of days, okay?

This is ten days holiday.

Jane, f***ing own it!

(DOOR SLAMMING)

(PLANES HUMMING)

Malcolm...

Malcolm, you stupid bastard!

Give me that.

Give me that!

(PLUMMETING)

Oh! Ridiculous!

Euforalan.

Solatun.

As in a ton of sun.

Um, Apollonax.

Oh, no, that's the wrong list.

Oh, that's funny,

that's for August.

Uh, erectile dysfunction.

What do you think, by the way?

Apollonax?

Apollo and his axe?

Hoo!

I need to get away.

Take a trip.

I'm not making my patients

any happier and I just...

I need to do some research.

On what?

Happiness, you know,

so I can help.

Look at my life, Clara,

I just...

I feel like such a fraud.

You know, like

an armchair traveler

dishing out worldly advice.

When?

Soon.

Very soon. Now.

There's no way I can get

the time off, I mean not now.

Not at this time of the year.

I know.

I'm sorry.

Okay, I'm sorry.

I really, really am.

(EXHALING LOUDLY)

Will you be here

when I get back?

How long will you be gone?

(SIGHING) I don't know.

Then I can't answer

the question, can I?

I think you're right, I think

I just went totally off the map

with that whole Tintin reference.

Now, don't get me wrong.

There's real value

to your inner Tintin.

- My what?

- Your inner Tintin.

The Boy Scout in you.

Don't ever lose it.

It's just that...

Well, how can I put this.

Just so long as Tintin

isn't driving the bus.

Where were you thinking of going

on this journey of yours?

I was thinking China.

Oh, China!

(GONG CRASHING)

(CLANGING)

Brilliant.

Sleeves...

- Removable.

- Obviously.

- Trousers, convertible.

- Obviously.

Hat, reversible.

Obviously.

Oh, and in case

of emergencies...

- (BLOWING WHISTLE)

- Oh, God forbid.

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