A Broken Life Page #6

Because you didn't like me?

From the moment l met you.

l look at your face, it pisses me off.

The gun doesn't help, either.

- l need a drink, man.

- Sure. No, wait.

- You didn't like me?

- lt's a chemistry thing.

lt's not your fault.

You look like you need a drink too.

- Just getting a--

- ( ice cubes clanking )

Here.

- Not me.

- You can use it.

No. You got any blow?

No, l don't have blow.

l have a little, okay?

Just-- just-- if you want--

- A cokehead. A cokehead.

- No, l'm not.

- On top of everything else, a cokehead.

- On weekends.

( laughing )

Max, maybe you're a nice guy

deep deep deep down inside

- where no one can see. Okay?

- Not even there, really.

You know what,

l didn't give a f*** about you

until you pointed that gun at me.

That's the only true thing

you've said all day.

My back hurts.

( laughs )

- l don't trust you.

- All right. You shouldn't.

l mean, would you,

if you were in my shoes?

l got a boss too. Okay, Max?

l got a boss too.

l got people who don't like me

- more than they don't like you.

- Yeah, you're an a**hole.

- Then why didn't you quit?

- l needed the money.

That's why l didn't fire you!

lf you don't know

what to make of yourself,

don't f***ing blame me, all right?

lt's not my f***ing fault

your life is a disaster.

Point the gun at your own

f***ing head, not at me.

You're so f***ing smug.

l mean, look at you.

- What?

- Look at this-- this place.

l mean, you built it

on the backs of people like me.

What are you,

a f***ing communist now?

Get down on your knees

and say sorry to me.

- What?

- ( whimpering ) l-- l don't want to.

- Come on, say you're sorry.

- What for? l didn't do anything.

- Say you're sorry.

- ( glass shattering )

( gunshot )

F***!

Max!

- Jesus. What happened?

- There was an accident.

- Come on, we gotta go.

- Did you shoot him?

- We gotta go. We have to go.

- Max!

No no no.

Come on!

( car horn blaring )

( dispatch radio chattering )

- So, how's your night so far?

- You talking-- what? What?

Are you gonna tell me

what happened?

- Nothing happened.

- Nothing happened?

Nothing happened.

( groans )

Tell me.

- Huh?

- Tell me.

lt was an accident.

- We have to call an ambulance.

- No.

- Sir, we have to pull over.

- Shut up! No.

- We have to f***ing pull over.

- An ambulance isn't necessary.

You understand?

An ambulance isn't necessary.

Max:

lt's nothing, sir.

He's dead?

( panting )

( whimpering )

You should go home.

l'm sorry l--

l'm sorry l got you mixed up

in all this-- this bullshit.

Kid, just go home, okay?

Go home.

Have you changed your mind?

Aw, come on.

What difference does it make, Bud?

l'm-- l'm dead either way.

Go home. Come on.

- Max.

- Huh?

l'm not going anywhere.

Oh, come on, Bud.

l don't have-- whatever.

l mean-- what?

What are we doing here?

What do you mean?

Oh. Oh, hey, you want

to meet my ex?

l'm gonna go see Carla.

Remember Carla? l told--

- Hey, you know, um--

- She's right over there.

There's no point.

What's the point of this?

l'm not interested

in meeting her.

We should go.

We should go.

- You gonna shoot her too?

- What?

You gonna shoot her too?

Bud.

The only person

who l intended to shoot today

was myself, okay?

Come on. lt'll be fun.

She's really mean.

Max:
Rarely have you met

a person as mean as her.

( Max chuckles )

- Okay. See you tomorrow.

- l won't be in till 10:00.

( laughs )

lt's me again.

Back again to brighten your day.

Shaken up a little bit there, Carla?

- What the hell you want, Max?

- What?

- This isn't a family reunion.

- You like my jump?

Yeah, l did.

Nice to see you too.

How's the gallery doing?

Fine.

- How's your job?

- l quit.

- Good for you.

- My usual.

Another brilliant achievement.

l got a dinner engagement.

Carla, you've never even

cared how l felt, have you?

You don't understand me.

You don't understand what l'm

going through. You just never have.

Good thing we got

divorced then, isn't it?

- What?

- Besides, isn't it obvious

l don't give a damn?

So you two

finally hooked up, huh?

What the f*** you talking about?

Him?

He-- he-- he's a young filmmaker.

He's shooting my last day on earth.

l'm gonna shoot myself. He's my friend.

What the f***'s going on here?

Do you know her?

Do you know each other?

- Carla:
We've met.

- You met? When?

Carla:

So it's suicide this time, is it, Max?

Oh, yeah, suicide.

Right right.

- Yeah, suicide.

- Well, l hope you go through with it.

Excuse me?

- You're pathetic.

- What? l'm pathetic?

What? What? You want me

to congratulate you?

What do you want from me, Max?

l've wanted a lot of things from you.

A lot of things l never got.

But now l just want

to set things straight and that's it.

Just answer two questions.

- Okay.

- Okay?

But l guarantee

you won't like the answers.

l don't-- whatever.

Okay.

First question--

- why did you leave me?

- Oh, God.

l told you the first time.

l wasn't happy.

lsn't that enough?

No, it's not enough. l was unhappy too.

God damn it, it's obvious.

- l want to know the why--

- No, l don't think you do.

Well, that's for me to decide.

Tell me.

lf you tell me why,

then l'll-- whatever.

- l'll make--

- Fine, Max!

- Fine!

- Don't yell at me.

But there's no nice way to put this.

You have never been nice.

So, don't even--- what--

Okay okay okay okay!

The heart of the problem is

you're already dead.

- You have been for years.

- Oh, f*** you. F*** you.

You complain constantly, yet you never

have the guts to change anything.

- You are so goddamn mean. l loved you.

- You know what, even more than that?

- What? What?

- More important than that.

You basically have no purpose!

How the f*** could you write a novel

when you have nothing useful to say?

( laughs )

There's no point to this.

l gotta go.

One more! You promised

you'd answer both of them.

l have one more question.

Please. Please.

One more.

Please.

Okay.

Now the second one.

Why did you have an abortion?

l always wanted to have kids

and you knew that.

Hmm?

l didn't have an abortion.

What? You--

- You didn't?

- l went away and had a baby boy

and gave him up for adoption.

You didn't have an abortion?

You're shitting me.

l wasn't ready.

Besides, it was a child

born of foolishness, not love.

Why didn't you tell me?

Why didn't you--

how could you not tell me?

He? He?

You said he?

A baby boy?

( voice cracking )

So, l have a son?

You didn't tell--

Yes, you have a son.

Do you have any idea where he is?

Do you know where he might be?

- Do you have-- do you know where he is?

- ( crying )

l'd like to maybe meet him,

but-- don't cry.

l-- l'm sorry.

l'd like to maybe meet him

and to know him.

He's filming you right now.

- Him?

- ( sniffs )

He didn't tell you.

That's crazy.

Him, no.

You ask me who your father is

and you don't tell him the truth?

- Here he is, Max.

- What?

Let me introduce you

to your son.

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