The Long Kiss Goodnight Page #3

You can do it.

Piece of cake.

Here we go.

Ready?

- Mom, it won't work. Swear.

- Sure it will.

You're one of the X-men.

You're tough. Ready? Let go.

- 3, 2, 1, go!

- Wait! l'm not ready!

Go!

Keep going!

l can't do it.

l want to go home.

l know you're afraid.

That's the whole point.

Can't you see that?

Stop being a little baby

and get up.

l can't skate anymore.

My wrist hurts.

Life is pain.

Get used to it.

You will skate

all the way to the shore, princess.

And you will not fall again.

Am l understood?

l'm just guessing, but...

this is a tree house.

l think you wanted a doghouse.

Little joke.

She said that her wrist hurt.

l didn't know it was fractured.

l don't remember...

what l said to her.

l can't remember.

No!

l'm not going to hurt you.

lt's not me l'm worried about.

Evening, Charly.

Long time.

Get out!

l want my eye back, b*tch!

Chefs do that.

Caitlin! Oh, my God!

We have to find Caitlin.

Slow down!

Your kid's okay.

She's in my car.

Jesus!

What the hell's going on here?

Freeze!

Don't hurt him!

Don't shoot!

Yeah, don't shoot!

Like she said!

Call an ambulance!

This man?

He's gonna...

help me find out some things.

So we'll be safe.

You understand?

When will you be back home?

Before you know it.

l swear.

Here.

l want you to keep a candle

burning in the window...

for me.

That's called ''keeping a vigil.''

That's to light my way home.

Here.

This is to my portable phone.

l keep it with me.

You call me anytime.

Why don't you keep this?

For luck.

Let's have Mr. Perkins wear it.

There.

See?

You do what you have to.

But, Sam...

the person you used to be...

whatever you find...

l'm not scared.

l never will be.

Not ever.

Thank you.

Mr. Perkins...

you lost one of your agents...

whose training included,

among other things...

counterassassination.

Now she turns up as belle

of the Christmas parade.

That information is two weeks old,

Mr. President.

To my knowledge...

Charlene Baltimore died...

in my employ.

Relic of the Cold War.

The kind of violent operative that has

since been eliminated from our ranks.

You recruited this woman?

For Chapter, sir.

Her father was...

a friend of mine.

Stop, l don't want

to hear that stuff.

The ''intelligence'' community.

You people are unbelievable.

You dump a mess like this

in my lap...

and then you come whining to me,

''Where's our funding?''

l'll tell you where it is.

Can you say, ''health care''?

l'm not talking 'bout moving in

And l don't want

To change your life

But there's a warm wind

Blowing the stars around

And l'd really love to see you tonight

l'm not talking 'bout the linen

- And l don't want to change your life

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