San Francisco, California 2000
Amirjan.
Rahim Khan?
It is kind of you to remember.
I have missed you, Amir jan.
It's good to hear your voice.
Kabul, Afghanistan 1978
Take the spool. Hold it right.
Give me string!
Hold the spool right.
- I cut him! - Victory!
Victory!
This way!
Where are you going?
Catch it, it's going this way!
We're losing it!
Trust me!
What are you doing here?
Come sit, Amir.
You're wasting time here.
The kite went the other way.
It will come this way.
- How do you know? - I know.
But how?
Have I ever lied to you?
How should I know?
I'd rather eat dirt.
Would you really do that?
- Do what? - Eat dirt if I told you to.
If you asked, I would.
But would you really ask me to do such a thing?
Are you crazy?
You know I wouldn't.
I know.
Thank you, Agha sahib.
I want them to start building tomorrow.
This should have happened a long time ago.
Absolutely, Sahib! And thank you.
The orphans of Kabul will never forget you.
Somehow
I suspect they will.
You know
the bureaucrats will steal half the money.
Only half?
They've gotten lazy.
Hey, Mister Jaylawni
Conjure up the winds for me
You could have beaten him.
Me? Weren't you watching Omar back there?
He never loses.
If you have the right kite, you'll win the tournament this year.
With the victory of Saur Revolution
for the first time in the history of this country
the political sovereignty and political power have been bestowed
upon the Democratic Party of the People of Afghanistan.
This will get bloody before it gets better.
Usually a safe bet.
They say the Communists are starting brawls at the university.
A student was stabbed last week.
I'm glad Amir's too young to be involved in all this.
Amir?
Trust me, he won't be getting into any brawls.
Sometimes I see him playing on the street with the neighbourhood boys.
They push him around, take his toys from him,
but Amir,
he never fights back. Never.
So he's not violent.
You know what happens when the other kids tease him?
Hassan steps in and fends them off.
And when they come home, I say to him,
"How did Hassan get that scrape on his face?"
He says, "He fell down."
There's something missing in that boy.
My friend,
children aren't colouring books.
You don't get to fill them with your favourite colours.
He's not like you. He'll never be like you.
But watch. He'll turn out well.
A boy who won't stand up for himself,
becomes a man who won't stand up for anything.
Amir jan,
may I come in?
I wanted to say goodbye.
I'm going to Pakistan tomorrow.
That's a fine kite.
Hassan ran it down.
The boy's got a gift.
What are you working on?
A story.
May I read it?
It's not very good.
All the same, I'd love to read it.
Thank you, Amir jan.
I'll read it tonight.
He hates me
because I killed her.
My mother.
Amir,
don't ever say such a thing.
Don't ever think it.
But it's true.
No, Amir jan.
It's a dangerous thing, being born.
Dangerous for the mother,
dangerous for the child.
Your father would die for you.
You know that,
don't you?
Amir jan.
- Come on, do it. - It's wrong, Amir agha.
Do you have to be so holy all the time?
Just one?
Just one.
You'd think one day he'd wise up.
You got your allowance?
Yeah, how about we see The Magnificent Seven again?
We deal in lead, friend!
I'm a friend of Harry Luck's. He tells me you're broke.
No. I'm doing this because I'm an eccentric millionaire.
There's a job for six men
watching over a village just south of the border.
How big's the opposition?
Thirty guns.
I admire your notion of fair odds, mister.
Harry tells me you faced bigger odds in the Travis County War.
- Who's your favourite? - Steve McQueen.
I like Charles Bronson. Maybe someday we'll go to Iran.
Why?
Maybe we'd see him somewhere.
I could get his autograph.
- Charles Bronson's not Iranian. - He's not?
So why does he speak Farsi with an Iranian accent?
Where are you going, faggots?
What do you boys think:
If I paid you to be my friends,
would you really be my friends? Or would you be my servants?
Gee, Assef, if you were paying us,
that would make us your servants!
So I guess Amir has no friends.
We're not bothering you.
Wrong.
You are bothering me.
Afghanistan is the land of the Pashtuns.
We're the real Afghans.
Not this flat-nose Hazara.
His people pollute our homeland. They dirty our blood.
If idiots like you and your father
didn't take these people in, we'd be rid of them.
Please leave us alone, Agha.
Put it down, you motherless Hazara.
Leave us in peace.
Maybe you didn't notice,
but there are three of us, and two of you.
And maybe you didn't notice that I'm the one holding the slingshot.
Forget it.
We'll deal with these faggots later.
- What's this? - Rahim Khan left it for you.
He liked it.
Liked what?
My story!
Well of course he liked it. You tell great stories.
"Bravo," he wrote. Bravo!
Bravo?
Do you know what "bravo" means?
It's Italian for genius.
What's the story about?
It's about a man who finds a magic cup.
And he learns that if he weeps into the cup,
his tears turn to pearls.
He's very poor, you know?
And, at the end of the story, he's sitting on a mountain of pearls
with a bloody knife in his hand and his dead wife in his arms.
- So he killed her? - Yes, Hassan.
So that he'd cry and get rich.
Yes, you're very quick.
What?
Nothing, Amir agha. Are you done with breakfast?
What?
Well, will you permit me to ask a question about the story?
Of course.
Why did the man have to kill his wife?
Because each of his tears becomes a pearl.
Yes, but why couldn't he just smell an onion?
The mullahs at school say drinking is a sin.
They say drinkers will pay when the Reckoning comes.
Do you want to know what your father thinks about sin?
Yes.
Then I'll tell you.
But first understand this and understand it now:
You'll never learn anything of value from those bearded idiots.
You mean the mullahs?
I piss on the beards of those self-righteous monkeys.
They do nothing but thumb their prayer beads and recite a book
written in a tongue they don't even understand.
There is only one sin. And that is theft.
Every other sin is a variation of theft. Do you understand that?
No, Baba jan.
When you kill a man,
you steal a life.
You steal his wife's right to her husband,
his children's right to a father.
When you tell a lie, you steal someone's right to the truth.
There is no act more wretched than stealing.
Do you see?
Yes, Baba.
Good.
All this talk of sinning is making me thirsty.
Hassan! Hassan!
Go, he's calling you.
Happy Birthday.
It's made in America.
I figured, if you're going to be my bodyguard,
you need a proper weapon.
Thank you, Amir agha.
Come on, let's go.
What does it say?
Amir and Hassan, the Sultans of Kabul.
The Sultans of Kabul!
You want a story?
Rostam and Sohrab.
Not them again. I've read you that one fifty times.
How about Rudabeh?
It's your book, Amir agha.
All right,
Rostam and Sohrab. It's your birthday.
Your dad got a new car?
Isn't that the car they drive in Bullitt?
Steve McQueen!
I heard it was someone's birthday.
It's your day, Hassan. Why don't you sit up front?
Are you ready for your birthday present?
- Is it a drawing book? - Better!
- A toy gun? - Better!
Uncle Saifo!
My brother! It's been too long.
Everyone good?
It's his birthday, he can have any kite he wants.
Here they are.
Take your pick.
I want that one.
We'll take it.
A good choice.
I was just lucky that time.
It wasn't luck, Amir agha. You're better than him.
I know you're going to win.
You have too much faith in me.
Ali made the cauliflower especially for you.
Yes. Every time I come, he makes the cauliflower.
I know. You come here too often.
The tournament's tomorrow?
Are you and Hassan ready?
We've been practising.
Did I ever tell you about the year I won?
I'm fairly sure you told everyone in Kabul about the year you won.
Fourteen kites I cut down.
I think that's still a record.
Yes, yes, yes. Eat.
I think you're going to make Agha sahib very proud today.
You think so?
Inshallah.
It's really crowded.
I'm not sure it's the best day to fly a kite.
Why?
It's a beautiful day.
It's the two of us against all of Kabul.
I admire your notion of fair odds, mister.
Let's fly.
Put down the spool.
Take it!
Take it from under.
Okay, I'm under.
We cut him! We cut him!
Amir agha!
Go a little to your right.
We cut him! We cut him!
They could break your record.
Let's see.
Hold the spool right.
Take him, Omar!
Omar! Omar! Omar!
Omar!
I cut him!
Victory! Victory!
- How many has he cut? - I've counted twelve.
I think he wants Baba's record.
We can't let that happen.
Last one, Omar agha.
Pull your string forward.
Cut him!
It's just the two of them now.
Bravo, Amir agha!
You cut him!
We won! We won!
Amir, I'm going to run that blue kite for you.
Hassan! Come back with it!
For you, a thousand times over!
What am I supposed to do with this? You're the reason I got cut!
Have you seen a Hazara boy come this way?
Wearing a red chapan.
I saw a boy running that way. He had a kite in his hand.
- They've probably caught him by now. - Who?
The big boys chasing him.
Where's your slingshot, Hazara?
You don't look so brave today.
But I'm in a mood to forgive. What do you say to that, boys?
Very generous.
Especially after the rude manners he showed last time.
Forgiven. It's done.
Of course, nothing is free in this world.
My pardon comes with a small price.
Nothing is free.
You're a lucky Hazara.
Because, today, it's only going to cost you that kite.
Fair deal.
- What do you think, boys? - More than fair.
Amir agha won the tournament and I ran this kite for him.
This is his.
Loyal Hazara.
Loyal dog.
Before you sacrifice yourself for him, think about this, Hazara:
Would he do the same for you?
Have you ever wondered why
he only plays with you when no one else is around?
I said, "Why," Hazara!
Because, to him, you're nothing but an ugly pet.
Something he can play with when he's bored.
Something he can kick when he's angry.
Amir agha and I are friends.
Friends?
You fool. Enough of this.
Give us the kite.
Last chance.
As you wish.
Keep it.
So it will always remind you of what I'm about to do to you.
Nothing is free.
He's just a servant's son.
I'm not sure, Assef. My father says it's wrong.
Your father's a Communist.
And there's nothing wrong about teaching this donkey a lesson.
Just hold him down.
Let's get out of here.
Where were you? I was looking for you.
Let's go, Agha sahib will worry.
Good job.
Come here.
Well done.
Where's Hassan?
He went back to sleep.
The last few weeks, all he wants to do is sleep.
After chores he just crawls under his blanket.
Can I ask you something?
Did something happen, Amir agha?
Something he's not telling me?
How should I know? Maybe he's sick.
People get sick, you know.
The mullahs want to rule our souls
and the Communists tell us we don't have any.
More importantly, El Cid is playing. We could go tomorrow.
Tell Hassan to come with us?
He's not feeling well.
Really? What's wrong with him?
He's got a cold or something.
Ali says he's sleeping it off.
I haven't seen you two playing together in weeks.
What happened?
Nothing. He's just been a little sick.
Hassan never gets sick.
Whatever's going on, you should deal with it before too long.
Take care not to let these things fester.
Time will only make it worse.
What are you reading?
It's for little kids. I just... I'm trying to learn.
I'd rather hear one of your stories.
I'm done making up stories.
Why?
Because they're stupid.
I don't think they're stupid. I love your stories.
What would you do if I hit you with this?
What would you do?
Hit me back!
Hit me back.
You're a coward.
Blood's good for the trees.
Come on, birthday boy. Let's go inside.
Ali, is everything ready?
Don't worry, it will be soon.
- Move it back a little. - Yes, of course.
Have you ever thought about getting new servants?
Why would I want to do that?
I guess you wouldn't. It was just a question.
I grew up with Ali.
My father took him in, loved him like his own son.
Forty years he's been with my family. Forty goddamn years.
And you think I'm just going to throw him out?
I've never laid a hand on you,
but you ever say that again...
You bring me shame.
And, Hassan...
Hassan's not going anywhere.
Do you understand?
I said, do you understand?
Yes, Baba.
You bring me shame.
Massoud jan, how are you?
- Welcome. - Happy birthday.
Welcome.
Hello, Amir jan. Happy birthday.
Hello, Amir jan. How are you?
It is modest and not worthy of you.
Happy birthday.
Hassan said your copy was getting old, missing some pages.
Thank you.
Amir.
Happy birthday, Amir jan.
Happy birthday.
- What a splendid suit. - Great party, Amir.
Aren't you going to thank Assef?
Thank you.
Please, enjoy.
Amir jan.
Shouldn't you be entertaining your guests?
I didn't know you drank.
Turns out I do.
But only on the most important occasions.
You know you can tell me anything you want. Anytime.
I know.
Here, I almost forgot.
For your stories.
Come. You're missing your party.
Baba.
Have you seen my watch anywhere?
The one I just bought you?
Don't tell me you already lost it.
No. I know I had it in my room.
I'm sure it'll turn up somewhere.
What's wrong?
Ali.
When you finish your work, come inside with Hassan.
Yes, Agha sahib.
Did you steal Amir's watch, Hassan?
Yes.
I forgive you.
We're leaving, Agha sahib.
What?
We can't live here any more.
But I forgive him. Didn't you hear me, Ali?
Life here is impossible for us now, Agha sahib.
We're leaving.
I don't care about the watch.
I don't understand why you're doing this.
I'm sorry, Agha sahib, but our bags are already packed.
We've made our decision.
Ali.
Haven't I provided for you?
Haven't I been good to you and Hassan?
At least tell me why.
I forbid you to do this!
Do you hear me?
I forbid you!
Respectfully, you can't forbid me anything, Agha sahib.
We don't work for you any more.
Soviet Invasion December 1979
Pack a bag. Only what you need.
Hurry up!
- They'll come for me. - We don't know that.
Read your history, my friend. By the time we know it, it will be too late.
You know how I am. You know how I talk.
Everyone in Kabul has heard me cursing the Communists.
Will you watch over the house for me? We'll be back when the Russians leave.
What if they don't leave?
Everyone leaves. This country is not kind to invaders.
And you, my friend?
Where will you go?
Pakistan, first.
After that, wherever is safest for the boy.
The smugglers want five thousand a head
for safe passage to Pakistan.
I'm fairly sure they won't take cheques.
What about a Mustang?
He wants a half hour with the lady in the back of the truck.
What?
No.
Brother.
Please ask mister soldier sahib to show a little mercy.
Maybe he has a wife, too.
It's his price for letting us pass.
I want you to ask this man something.
Ask him where his shame is.
He says, there is no shame in war.
Tell him he is wrong. War doesn't negate decency.
What did he say?
He says he'd enjoy putting a bullet in you,
almost as much as he'd enjoy her.
I'll take a thousand of his bullets before I let this indecency take place.
- Baba, please, he'll shoot you. - Have I taught you nothing?
Tell him he'd better kill me good with the first shot.
Because if I don't go down,
I'm tearing him to pieces, goddamn his father!
You are very kind.
It's not worthy of a thank you.
Get out. Come on, get out.
Keep it moving. Keep it moving.
Why did you stop?
We can't get you across the border in that truck.
We don't have enough money for all the Russians.
- So what are we doing? - Go climb into that vehicle.
You're joking.
Your choice, Agha sahib.
Climb up quickly.
Turn around and go down.
I'm with you. Go.
You see it?
Yes.
Don't be afraid. I'm right here with you.
I can't breathe, Baba.
Think of something else. Think of a poem.
Rumi?
You've memorised some, haven't you?
I want to hear one.
"If we come to sleep we are His drowsy ones
"And if we come to wake we are in His hands"
Keep going.
"If we come to weeping we are His cloud full of raindrops
"And if we come to laughing we are His lightning in that moment"
Good job.
"If we come to anger and battle it is the reflection of His wrath
"And if we come to peace and pardon it is the reflection of His love
"Who are we in this complicated world?"
Fremont, California 1988
And for money,
you can work at the gas station with me.
We'll put your diploma on the wall.
Whatever you think.
I wish Hassan had been with us today.
This would make him happy.
This is General Sahib, Mr lqbal Taheri.
He was a decorated general in Kabul.
Such a lofty introduction.
- Salaam, my child. - Salaam, General Sahib.
Amir is going to be a great writer.
It is God's will.
Will you be writing about our country?
History, perhaps?
I write fiction.
A storyteller.
Well, people do need their stories to divert them occasionally.
- Father, you forgot your tea. - You are too kind, my dear.
My daughter, Soraya jan.
Well, time to go set up.
Best of luck with the writing.
- Until later. - Goodbye.
What?
She has made an impression on you?
Please, Baba.
What are you writing?
Write well.
The General is a Pashtun to the root. He has honour and pride.
I was only going to get us Cokes.
Just don't embarrass me.
That's all I ask.
Our aspiring storyteller. What a pleasure.
They say it will rain this week.
Hard to believe, isn't it?
You know, child,
I've grown rather fond of you.
You're a decent boy.
But, sometimes, even decent boys need reminding.
So it's my duty to remind you that you are among peers.
Here, everyone is a storyteller.
Do pass my respects to your father.
Yes, of course.
I'm tired of these machines. Tomorrow I want you to take me home.
But Dr Amani said...
How are you, my friend?
You shouldn't have burdened yourselves.
It's no burden.
No burden at all.
If you need anything, ask me like you'd ask a brother.
Your coming here
has brightened my eyes.
What about you, Amir jan?
Do you need anything?
No, thank you, General Sahib.
Excuse me.
Thank you.
Those are beautiful flowers.
No, child. Thank you.
I want you to go Khastegari.
I want you to ask General Taheri for his daughter's hand.
Are you sure?
More sure than I've ever been about anything.
Then give me the phone and my address book.
Now?
Then when?
Yes, much better.
It was gracious of you to come.
I called to ask,
if you have time,
if I may pay you a visit tomorrow morning.
It's an honourable matter.
Nine o'clock?
That's just fine.
Until then.
Go home.
I'll call you in an hour.
The General accepted.
- He accepted? - Yes, he accepted.
But Soraya jan wants to talk to you first.
How do I know about what? She wants to talk to you.
How are you? Come inside and have some tea.
He didn't come for tea.
It doesn't matter, we're going out for a walk.
Help me to bed.
Of course.
I'll come back with your morphine and a glass of water.
No.
There is no pain tonight.
Come here, my daughter.
God willing.
Goodbye.
Peshawar, Pakistan
Welcome, welcome.
You've become a man.
General Taheri's daughter.
She's a beauty.
Any children?
We tried, but
it doesn't seem possible for us.
Thank you.
How long have you been in Pakistan?
Less than a year. Kabul is no longer safe for me.
The Taliban are as bad as they say?
Oh, worse.
Much worse. They don't let you be human.
They even banned kite flying.
I have something for you.
What's this?
Look.
Come, sit.
He's your nephew.
I don't believe you.
You do.
That's what frightens you.
You're saying
my father,
for all those years,
lied to me.
Please think.
All that a man had back then was his honour, his name,
and if people talked...
I really have to wear it?
I feel like a tourist in my own country.
Do you remember what this street smelled like in the old days?
Lamb kabob.
Beard patrol.
What's the matter with you?
What?
Don't you ever stare at them!
Understand me?
Never!
We're looking for this boy.
I'm sorry. I've never seen him.
You barely looked at the picture, my friend.
I know all the children here
and that one doesn't look familiar.
And now, if you'll permit me...
We don't mean him any harm.
I told you he's not here.
- Now, please, go away. - Friend, we are not with the Taliban.
The man wants to take this boy to a safe place.
I knew Sohrab's father.
His name was Hassan.
There's hope for this boy, Agha.
A way out.
I can take him back to America with me.
I'm his uncle.
What I have to tell you is not pleasant.
I tell you, because I believe you.
You have the look of desperate men.
There is a Talib official.
He visits every month or two.
He brings cash with him.
Not a lot, but better than nothing.
Usually, he takes a girl.
But not always.
And you allow this?
What choice do I have?
You're the director here.
Your job is to watch over these children.
There is nothing I can do.
- You're selling children! - Easy.
You're here to protect them!
Yes,
I am here to protect them.
Sit.
And you, brother?
You come here to rescue a boy,
take him back to America, give him a good life.
It must seem heroic, huh?
But what of the other two hundred children?
You'll never see them again.
You'll never hear them howling in the night.
I spent my life savings on this orphanage.
Everything I owned or inherited I sold to run this godforsaken place.
You think I don't have family in Pakistan or Iran?
I could have run like everyone else.
If I deny him one child, he takes 10.
So, I let him take one,
and leave the judging to Allah.
I take his filthy money, and I go to the bazaar,
and I buy food for the children.
You think I spend it on myself?
Look at me.
Look.
What happens to the children he takes?
Sometimes, they come back,
more often, they don't.
Who is he?
How do I find him?
Go to the Ghazi Stadium tomorrow.
You'll see him at halftime.
He'll be the one making speeches.
Now, please leave. You've frightened the children.
Pull over here.
We should go.
I have to look at one more thing.
Nothing that you remember has survived.
Better to forget.
I don't want to forget any more.
Do you want to stay here?
No, but we have to.
That's him.
Brothers and sisters!
We are here today to carry out Shari'a.
We are here today to carry out justice.
We listen to what God says, and we obey.
And what does God say?
Every sinner must be punished in a manner befitting his sin.
Those are not my words, nor the words of my brothers.
Those are the words of God!
And what manner of punishment benefits the adulterer?
How shall we punish those who dishonour the sanctity of marriage?
How shall we deal with those who disobey God?
How shall we answer those who throw stones at the windows of God's house?
We shall throw stones back!
My friend.
My friend, a word?
We have business with your brother.
Personal business.
I guess I'll wait in the car. This is your business now.
Thank you for helping me.
Anyone there?
I was told to come here.
Come in.
Thank you.
How soft.
Sit down.
I think there's been a mistake.
I came to see your friend.
The man who made the speech at the stadium.
He has other business.
You can do away with that now.
I'm not sure what you mean.
Take off your beard.
One of the better ones I've seen.
Take off the turban.
You come from America?
Yes.
I'm looking for a boy.
Isn't everybody?
I understand your friend brought him here.
His name is Sohrab.
Let me ask you something.
What are you doing with that whore America?
Why aren't you here
with your Muslim brothers, serving your country.
I've been away for a long time.
That's an answer?
Not an answer, they say.
I'm only here for the boy.
Do you want to see him?
Come, my boy.
Such a talented little Hazara.
Leave us be.
I've been wondering,
whatever happened to your great Baba, anyway?
What did you think?
That you'd put on a fake beard and I wouldn't recognise you?
I knew you the second I saw you in the stadium.
I never forget a face. Never!
Assef?
Amir jan.
What are you doing here?
Me?
I'm home.
The question is, what are you doing here?
I'm taking the boy home with me.
You want my advice?
Run away.
That's what you do best.
Not without Sohrab.
Why's that?
The boy's too good for his country?
What do you know about Afghanistan?
You weren't here when the Communists shot our mullahs
and pissed in our mosques.
This country was like a beautiful mansion littered with garbage.
We took out the garbage. We brought law. We brought justice.
I have seen your laws
and your justice.
And I'm taking the boy home with me.
All right, then.
Of course, I didn't say you could take him for free.
No more.
No more, Agha. Please, stop hurting him.
Put it down, Hazara. You'll get yours next.
Put it down!
Get it out!
Kill him!
Go home to your family.
Are you Amir?
Rahim Khan left this for you.
Where did he go?
I did not ask.
But he'll be back?
He has left us, my child.
You're wasting your hand.
Sohrab?
Take off your shoes, dear brother.
Forgive me.
I thought I lost you.
He used to come get me in the morning before prayers.
I didn't want him to get me any more.
He won't, Sohrab.
I swear to you,
he can't get you any more.
Are your parents dead?
Yes.
Do you remember what they look like?
I never met my mother.
I remember what my father looked like.
I'm starting to forget their faces.
Is that bad?
Here.
Sometimes I'm glad they're dead.
Why?
Because...
Because I don't want them to see me.
I'm so dirty.
You're not dirty.
I won't hurt you.
That's my wife.
Sohrab jan, this is your aunt.
We've all been waiting for you.
Ready to meet your new family?
Let's go.
Do you like your room?
I'm knitting him a turtleneck sweater for next winter.
The sweaters they sell here don't last a month.
Amir jan.
You're going to tell me why you've brought this boy back with you?
What sort of question is that?
While you're busy knitting sweaters, my dear,
I have to deal with the community perception of our family.
People will ask why there is a Hazara boy living with our daughter.
What do I tell them?
You can tell them...
And I'll take this spool.
Do you like the kite?
Did I ever tell you
your father
was the best kite runner in all Kabul?
He made all the neighbourhood kids jealous.
He'd run the kites
and never look up at the sky.
Some claimed
he was just chasing the kite's shadow.
But they didn't know him like I did.
Your father wasn't chasing shadows.
He just knew.
That's all.
Do you want to help me fly this?
Okay.
Looks like I have to fly it solo.
Last chance.
Here I go.
It's a good kite, no?
Do you want to try?
Here.
Hold it tight, Sohrab jan.
Good job, Sohrab.
Pull, pull, pull!
Looks like someone wants a fight.
Are you sure?
Let's teach him a lesson, no?
Watch, Sohrab.
I'm going to show you one of your father's favourite tricks.
An old technique.
Lift and Dive.
Come.
Come closer.
Here he comes!
We're going to catch him now, right?
Look, I cut him!
Do you want me to run that kite for you?
For you, a thousand times over.