Day Zero Page #3

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Just things I gotta do

before we go.

I'm still not going.

That's cause you're still

a p*ssy.

Alright.

F*** you, okay?

I'm outta here.

Wait.

I'll see you later.

Let him go.

You think I should do

them in order?

'Cause I didn't really think

about the order.

I just sort of wrote them down.

May I?

Sure.

Wanna get

out of here?

We're not

here to talk.

Alright?

I could fire a tank or launch a bomb

or something, but

I just don't think I could

shoot someone.

Not if could, like,

look into their eyes.

That's very personal.

You know?

Like being in a tank,

or in a plane.

It's like the push of

a button.

Down the barrel

of a gun.

I don't know.

You tired?

I'll call you.

Uh-huh.

Dixon, let me

talk to you.

What's up, Gus?

I want to take you

off the schedule.

What are you

talking about?

You need

a break.

See some family.

Go to Hawaii. Do some things.

You worried about me, huh?

I like that.

It's cute, Gus.

It really is.

You wanna hear something crazy?

I met a girl.

Really?

I did.

Yeah. I think I like her.

I really do.

I don't want to screw it up like I do

every single time.

She's smart.

She's cool.

She doesn't take any of my crap.

She's, uh, I don't

wanna push anything,

I don't wanna

screw things up.

I really want

to take it slow.

Slow is good.

You think?

Definitely.

Thanks for everything, Mom.

It's really great.

I drew this for you,

Uncle George.

Peepshow?

Twenty dollar, strip show.

Thirty dollar, masturbation.

It costs more if I, you know--?

Not you, you moron.

The girl.

Oh, right.

Do you want to pull your

cock out?

Maybe later.

I need you to promise

me something.

You have to promise

not to laugh.

Absolutely not.

No, I'm serious.

You have to promise.

I promise you that I will

not laugh.

Fine.

Um--

Fine.

I'm so embarr--

You're laughing already!

I haven't even started!

I'm with you.

I promise. No laughing.

I'm here.

I can't believe I'm telling

you this.

When I was 17,

I was a junior in high school.

There was this talent

show competition.

And I was

going to sing.

Geez, why am

I telling you this?

Self-sabotage.

I was going to sing

The Greatest Love of All

by Whitney Houston.

Yeesh.

And I go out on stage,

and the spotlight comes up,

and the music starts.

And I forgot the words.

Nothing was retained.

Not even

The Greatest Love of All.

The name of the song.

The name of the song.

So--

I started to dance.

Yeah, yeah.

I couldn't sing.

Brilliant idea,

I'm gonna dance.

For a full three

and a half minutes,

I sashayed

around the stage.

Finally, the music stops,

and the crowd

is just silent--

stunned by what has just come

before them.

And, um, the curtain

just sort of slowly

closes in front of me

and I went backstage

I went into a bathroom stall

and I cried

for three hours.

Should I leave?

Should I go?

I should go, right?

Absolutely not.

Welcome to my humble abode.

This is it,

huh? Yeah.

Want a beer

or something?

Yeah.

Yeah.

You say the troops are

moving to seal off the border.

We won't cut and run.

The White House says it's confident

our troops have the means necessary

to combat worsening violence.

In Iran, officials say Islamic militia

forces operating in Azerbaijan,

were responsible for storming a school

and executing 30 women and children.

Most of the victims were beheaded

and burnt to death.

In Egypt, more than20, 000 people

are now reported killed.

One million have been forced from

their homes,

all since rebels rose up against the

government three months ago.

Allied leaders say current troops are

sufficient to maintain peace.

This, despite the wave of coordinated

suicide bombings

this weekend stretching from

Onkura to Cairo.

Hey, what's

up, kid?

Patricia, this

is Mara.

Oh, hi.

So nice to

meet you finally.

You didn't tell me

she was so pretty.

Yeah, she is.

Well, we should head out.

Let's go.

Nice to meet you finally.

Hey, are you alright, kid?

Okay, so

let's do that.

Which one?

The, uh, motion

to dismiss.

You mean,

summary in judgment.

George, your dad's on line one.

Listen, guys, we're

gonna need to pick up later.

It's due tomorrow.

Later.

Hey, Dad.

George, sorry it's taken me

so long to get back to you.

No, it's okay.

Look, I talked to Senator Boone.

I'm sorry, son.

You better get ready to go.

Your agreement was very specific

on the exclusive nature

of your arrangement.

But he's selling our

competitors' equipment.

I know that but all we have to do

is look at the contract

that's in effect now and--

He told me I waived

any claim I might have had

because he's already

selling the stuff.

I told it

doesn't matter.

But how

do you know?

Because I'm the lawyer.

George.

Put you boy on

a leash here.

I pay you guys

a lot of money.

You do. So shut

the f*** up and let me do my job.

That's it.

Mac!

Wait, please!

George.

Outside. Now.

That guy's

an idiot.

So?

I don't have time

for his nonsense.

You have time for whatever the

hell he pays you

to have time for.

You understand me? Go home.

I know you're going

through a lot.

I know it is

tough, George.

But go.

Get your head straight.

And listen to me.

When you come back,

this will all be here.

So don't worry

about that.

My brother's coming

next week.

I want you

to meet him.

I think you'll

really like him.

Next week, huh?

Where were you?

F***ing perfect.

Hey. Where were you?

I was out for a drink,

Is that alright?

Well, what's wrong?

Nothing.

Something's wrong.

Everything.

Go to bed.

Come on.

Wanna watch

some TV.

You need

to go to bed.

Uh-huh.

One time.

One f***ing time.

Do it!

F***in' do

it, George!

Honey?

This is the place.

Dixon coming?

I didn't call that prick.

Two beers!

Alright.

Here you go, gorgeous.

Is this a gay bar?

Come on,

broaden your horizons, buddy!

What are you doing?

One beer.

Hey.

Hey.

Come here often?

That the best you can do?

First time.

I forgive you.

Thanks.

Well, I don't forgive you.

What?

You like sucking dick.

Right?

You two riding the Hershey highway.

Excuse me?

Huh? The sausage pony?

F*** you, buddy!

You like that sh*t,

don't you?

Pretty convenient,

don't you think? Huh?

You just drink a little cum and

you get to stay here.

While I go off and die! Huh?

I think all of you p*ssy-ass cock

sucking motherfuckers--

Alright, buddy, come on down.

F*** yourselves

all the way to Iraq!

F*** you!

Oh my God!

No! No!

Get the f*** off me!

You f*ggot mother--

Here you

go, man.

Thanks.

What'd you have to go and call

him for?

How come you don't have a

scratch on you?

I had like ten guys on me.

Sorry for getting you involved.

It was my fault.

It's nothing.

Don't worry about it.

Call your

wife yet?

No.

No, man.

I can't let her see me like this.

Let's go.

F*** you.

What's the sausage pony?

Yeah, dude.

Motherf***er, you.

What the f***

is this guy doing?

I went skydiving.

What's that?

Number eight?

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