A Broken Life Page #5

- l know.

- Paralyzing noise.

- Soul-destroying noise.

- l know.

There's so much noise.

Just focus on the beauty,

okay, kid?

- l will.

- Okay.

Let's go.

l think women can

kind of tell things about a man.

For instance, myself, if you

look in my eyes, what do you see?

- Loser.

- ( pop music playing )

Defeated, and they know.

You know?

lt's like they have a sixth sense.

To be perfectly honest,

last couple of years,

l've been reduced

to paying for it.

l thought that would be simpler.

And as usual...

l was wrong.

Psst.

What?

The waitress.

She's pretty hot, huh?

She's all right.

You want me

to set you up with her?

- Leave her alone.

- What'd you say?

- Leave her alone.

- F*** you, leaver her alone.

Are you f***ing kidding me, Max?

Hey, look, dude. You got me

confused with somebody else.

Probably yourself.

l am me.

- Okay?

- Really?

- Yeah yeah.

- How will you do it?

Watch. Hey, look.

l've still got some skills, baby.

l got some moves left.

Watch this.

- No, you're not.

- Oh, yes l am.

- Watch and learn.

- Max!

- All right.

- Excuse me, ma'am.

- How are you?

- Good.

- My name is...

- ( laughing )

Um, l think that means no.

Does that mean no?

That means no.

F*** it. Let's go.

- That went well.

- l know.

- Brad Pitt. Not even funny, huh?

- Thanks, l learned a lot.

Max:

Hey!

( siren wailing )

Hey, being hit by

a speeding ambulance.

Now that's an idea.

Of course, some idiot like me

might end up saving me.

( laughs )

Maybe that is a better idea

than blowing my brains out.

What do you think? Oh!

l remember years ago

hearing a story about this guy.

Hang on. Somewhere in New Jersey,

New Hampshire, new something--

anyway, he had a heart attack, right?

And it was snowing,

freezing rain.

Right? And the ambulance

that was coming to save him,

it skidded on the ice

and ran him over and killed him.

( laughing )

That'd be a good one, right?

Hard to set up though, huh?

- Yeah.

- ( church bell tolling )

A monument to God.

Quite something, huh?

Hey, you know what?

l'd like a monument too.

Something for people

to remember me by.

And maybe you'll

build me one, Buddy.

Huh? l am the way,

the faith, the life.

How grand.

How f***ing pompous, huh?

You know what?

We never talk about faith.

We haven't. l still don't know

if you believe in God or not.

Do you?

Don't be shy.

Today is not the day for shy.

- So what is it?

- Yes, l do.

- l do believe in God.

- Good!

lt's good to believe in something.

Even if it's f***ing bullshit!

Priests.

( chuckles )

Priests.

Little, sad men.

l bet they're sad men.

Or at least they will be.

lmagine devoting your entire life

to a God that could be purely imaginary,

illusory, not there.

What a f***ing waste.

l feel sorry for them.

l feel sorry for all believers.

Bunch of mentally

crippled children.

Our Father who art in Heaven,

hallowed be some dough.

l need some more money.

- Shut up.

- l need some dough, God!

- Shut up.

- What?

Just shut up!

Don't put the f***ing camera down!

Don't put that camera down!

This is my day, remember?

And if l want to mock your

imaginary God, you cut me some slack.

l figure l deserve it.

And by the way, Buddy,

where is your God

- when you really need him?

- Okay, you know, Max,

this whole broken-hearted

nihilist angle...

- Yeah?

- lt's getting old.

Hang on.

Say that again.

- F*** off!

- What?

- Say it again!

- F*** off!

Huh?

The way l see it,

God's like success.

You're shitting me.

God's like success?

Listen!

Listen to me for once!

- What?

- lt's all around us.

Just 'cause you

can't have it or see it...

does not mean it does not exist.

So much venom

for someone so young.

lt's a shame you weren't

around for the Crusades.

You could have butchered young children

and chopped their heads off.

And l hope you still believe

in this God when you're my age.

And if you don't want

to do this anymore, fine!

Forget it.

( church bell tolling )

Time to set a few things straight.

Where are we going?

l'm going to visit my boss.

Okay? Cocktails before dinner,

just him and me.

This really necessary?

Well, the way l figure it,

more than any other

person l've known,

this bastard ruined my life.

Why didn't you just quit, Max?

Let him win? Never.

Besides, Bud,

l needed that job, you know?

Could never get away from him.

Even had dreams about him.

Eight hours a day became 24.

Even on Sundays,

his face haunted me.

Then on Monday l would go to work

absolutely f***ing exhausted.

And...

wait to be humiliated.

Sometimes brutal,

sometimes clever and subtle,

but not a day has passed

in the last 10 years

when he didn't--

he didn't put me down.

Not just to my face,

but in front of everyone

in the office.

But today, it'll be different.

lt'll all be different.

- Hey, did you get that?

- Yeah.

l got it all.

- Yeah.

- Yeah, okay.

Okay, um, just wait outside,

okay, kid?

Why? Why?

Please, Bud, come on.

Just wait outside.

Look...

this is between

him and me, all right?

- Max.

- Huh?

lt's gonna be okay, Buddy.

lt'll be okay. l'll be right back.

( doorbell buzzing )

Come on, let's go.

- What are you doing?

- Get down! l said sit down!

- Take it easy! Jesus Christ, man.

- Sit down! Sit down!

Put that-- put that away!

Don't point that at me!

- Just sit down!

- l'm sitting! F***!

- Are you f***ing crazy?

- Maybe l am.

- You got a f***ing gun!

- Uh-huh.

Just-- just do me a favor,

put that away.

l'll forget you ever were here,

all right? Put it away.

No.

F***, l haven't see you all week.

You suddenly come into my house.

- l thought you quit.

- What?

Oh, l bet you did.

You're not getting rid of me

that easy, okay?

No, l came here to get

some straight answers from you,

you dirty bastard.

From-- from-- what-- what--

what are you gonna do?

Are you gonna shoot me?

- Max.

- Huh?

lf you need a raise, you know,

the gun thing is not the way to go.

A raise? See, that's where

you and l are different.

- What?

- See,

- l want to know why.

- Why what?

l want to know from you,

l want to know why.

Why what?

Why have you been

so unkind to me?

Why l was never given

a promotion and passed over?

- Why?

- Other people are better qualified.

- Oh, bullshit.

- lt's the truth.

- Bullshit.

- Sorry, it's the truth.

l can't believe

with a gun in your face

- you're lying to me.

- l'm not lying.

Now you're gonna

tell me the truth.

- Look in my eyes.

- Yeah, l can see you're serious.

- l get the point.

- You've got it?

You have a firm grasp

of the obvious.

Look, if l-- if l tell you the truth,

it's not going to be

as easy to handle as a lie.

Just drop your bullshit

and give it to me, okay?

You're a really smart guy, okay?

Smartest guy in the whole office.

You get in your own way, okay?

You want to know why?

Want to know the truth why you didn't

get ahead in the company?

Wait.

You're shitting me.

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