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A Broken Life Page #6
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- 2007
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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--
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--
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.
- What?
Bud.
The only person
was myself, okay?
Come on. lt'll be fun.
She's really mean.
Max:
Rarely have you meta 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.
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!
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?
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?
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.
- 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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