I’m in the basement, talking to the t.v.
Rachel, Alani and I are watching Taken, with Liam Neeson. Liam’s character is the father of a seventeen year old girl. Like many fathers, he’s an ex-CIA operative, and so missed out on much of his daughter’s childhood. He’s divorced now, and struggling to be a good dad. I’m coaching him.
He told his daughter she could go to Paris with her friend, because she said it would be educational – she would spend all her time at the Louvre. Seeing her off at the airport, Liam notices a map of Europe in his daughter’s open bag, with various cities in Europe circled in black marker and dated. It turns out she’s not going to the Louvre – she’s really following U-2 ‘s concert tour across Europe.
She lied to her dad.
“Trip’s over.” I announce. I’m sitting in the big easy chair, my feet up on the ottoman. Alani and Rachel are lounging on the couch.
Liam, on screen, seems uncertain what he should do.
“Trip’s over, Liam!” I say. “She lied to you.”
Liam confronts the mom, who has been in on the deception all along.
“She lied to me,” Liam says.
“That’s right,” I say.
“She had to lie to you,” his ex-wife says. “You’re smothering her.”
“Oh, baloney!” I say.
I’m outraged at the mom’s gall. Telling a seventeen year old girl she can’t follow U-2 across Europe is not “smothering” her. And that’s not even the main point. The lie alone is grounds for cancelling the trip.
But Liam seems to be wavering. I try to shore him up: “This is going to be a short movie,” I say. “Obviously, she can’t go to Paris now.”
The movie freezes in mid-frame. I look over at the couch. Alani is holding the clicker. She just hit the pause button. She’s glaring at me.
“Are you done?” she asks.
“The talking?” I say. “Sorry.”
“You always do that,” Alani says.
“Sorry.”
Alani starts the movie again. Liam relents and agrees to let his daughter transform herself into a euro-trash rock groupie. His daughter, giddy with her narrow escape from adequate parenting, flings herself at Liam, hugging him. A mushy smile appears on Liam’s tough, ex-CIA operative face.
“What an idiot!” I say.
The movie freezes again.
“Sorry,” I say.
(Liam later uses his CIA skills to rescue his daughter from Albanian white slavers who kidnap her in Paris. He shoots, stabs, and maims about 30 unshaven bad guys in the process. He’s a good Dad after all.)