Len and Company Page #2

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Ask Len...

Why he didn't want award.

[clicks tongue]

Awesome.

It was good talking to you.

Um, I have to go.

I'm gonna use

the little girls' room.

- Evenings I work in a pub.

H's just off the Rye.

One of our regulars

is a man named Presser.

- Alec Presser?

- That's him.

- Alec Prosser

is a bent lawyer.

He was struck off years ago.

He's a sort of first edition

Bernard Driscoll

without the humor.

- About three weeks ago,

who Walks in with Presser

but Frank Kemble.

He didn't recognize me.

- Have you ever thought

about getting Apple TV?

- What's that?

- It's like this little box,

and you just hook it up

to your TV,

and you can stream

pretty much anything.

It's, like, so you don't have

to keep getting these DVDs.

- Scout's honor.

- Sounds complicated.

- Oh, it's not.

I think you'd like it.

- What's that?

- Fruit cocktail.

- Hmm.

- Do you remember

those parties that you and Mom

used to have at the apartment

on Varick Street?

[chuckles]

When I was, like, six?

- Party's a nice word for it.

- Yeah, like, I remember

I was the bartender,

and everyone thought

it was so funny.

Like, I wore my blazer, and...

God, everyone was so wasted.

- You're too sensitive.

That's your problem.

- What are you talking about?

I'm saying it was fun.

- You've always been

too sensitive.

That's why you're terrible

at sports.

- What are you ta-

I'm fine at sports.

- No, you're not.

- I'm good at soccer.

- Terrible.

. Rm Okay)'-

- Don't sugarcoat, Max.

That way, you'll know when

you're truly good at something.

[police siren blaring]

Hmm.

Nice, son.

[fires squealing]

[glass shattering]

[faint singing in background]

II:

[door creaks open]

[Romeo Void's

Never Say Never playing]

- That's never

Never say never I

[rock music]

- Hi, guys.

F.

[indistinct conversation]

F.

. HEY-

That-that was a fantastic show.

- Aw, thanks, man.

- Fantastic.

- I appreciate that.

What's your name again?

We've met before, right?

- Yeah, Robert.

- Hi, Robert.

Yeah, that's right.

- I'm the sub bass tech.

- I don't know what that means.

- It's all right.

It's a sub bass technician.

I'm subbing for Niles.

- Well, nice seeing you.

Thanks for helping out

with the tour and stuff.

- Hey, listen, I'm-l'm gonna be

a part of the crew

full-time now.

Yeah, I mean, I did a stint-

- Don't leave right now,

Robert.

- Hey, sweetheart,

how you doing?

- I'm good.

- You good?

- Yeah.

- That was a great show.

- Thanks.

- You look good.

Yeah.

You all right?

- Yeah, I'm good.

- Okay, so the guy I was

talking to over there-

this is so weird.

He was in that Dre video I shot,

like, in Moscow,

like a year ago, right?

He used to weigh 400 pounds.

It's so weird.

I'm sorry, man,

I'm, uh, Paul.

- This is Robert.

- Nice to meet you, Robert.

You okay?

- Yeah.

- Cool.

Um, you want to meet him?

He's a good guy.

You should meet him.

He knows Lulu.

- I'm tired, babe.

I'm tired.

- Come on.

It'll take two seconds.

Really quick, I promise.

- I don't want to right now.

- Okay, look.

Some people are starting

to think you're antisocial.

Let's just go.

Come on.

Nice meeting you, man.

Cheers.

- Bye, Robert.

II:

- The man Walked until his feet

told him no more.

Then he found a shaded

piece of ground

under a stand of pinons.

He slid his pack from

his wet shoulder to the ground,

unhitched his gun belt,

and he sat.

The high desert stretched

in front of him to the east,

and to the West,

he could see the foothills

of the Sierra Adula,

patches of glistening snow

and thirsty spruces

preening in the midday sun.

It had been six days

since he left (Shaves County,

and he should have made it

through the pass by now.

- Hey, Dad.

- Reaching for his canteen

and shook it.

- Dad.

- Then he put it back Without-

- Hey, I'm sorry to interrupt.

I'm going to the store to grab

a few things for the house.

Do you need anything?

- No.

Whatever you get is fine.

Thanks.

- Cool.

Can I take your car?

- It's dead.

- Oh.

Uh, I could jump it for you.

- No, I want to keep it

like that.

- Why?

- So I don't leave.

. Okay"

Um, what are you listening to?

- Some book on tape.

Some Western

I found in the house.

- [chuckles]

- What?

- Just you listening

to a book on tape.

- It's well-written.

- So what,

like Cormac McCarthy?

- I don't know what his name is,

but it's good.

It's-their life was simple

and just ponced around

on your horse

and bossed cows around

and looked out for snakes.

- [laughing]

- It was easy.

What are you laughing at?

- I'm just admiring

your glasses.

- Listen, Max,

I can wear what I want

and read what I like.

Okay?

I've earned it.

- I was just saying.

- Not like your dilettante

hipster mates

with their skinny jeans

and their skinny ties, and-

- You don't know my friends.

- That whole scene.

- I don't really have a scene.

- It's like an anti-scene

scene thing.

- Fine, whatever.

I have a scene.

Whatever, man.

I'm gonna go to the store.

Just text me

if you need anything.

- Yeah, I'll text you.

- Canteen and shook it,

then he put it back

without unscrewing it.

He stared out over the mesa

and saw a three-day walk,

maybe more.

[ethereal music]

II:

- Hey, dude.

- Hey.

Hey, if you know the Liverpool

score, don't say anything, okay?

I'm watching

the game right now.

- I don't.

I was gonna Watch it

later with my dad.

- Nice.

So how's it going?

- Yeah, it's-it's good.

What are you up to?

Did you end up getting that job?

- There was a lot

of stiff competition.

It's politics, you know.

Have you asked him yet?

- No, not yet, dude.

Like, you know, he's so

crazy busy with work,

and he's-you know,

so he's all stressed out.

- Oh, tell him I get it.

It's a f***ing epidemic

in this country.

- Yeah, so I mean, there hasn't

really been a good moment,

but I don't know.

I'll let you know,

like, as soon as I do it.

- Sounds good, man.

[rhythmic tapping]

. HEY-

What is that?

- Raccoon trap.

- That's for a raccoon?

- Yep.

It's for the predators, Max.

- The raccoons

are out of control.

We set up eight traps

in different locations,

and then as we catch them, I'll

deport them across the Hudson.

I made maps for Len and I

of where they're placed.

I could make you one, too,

if you want.

- Oh, yeah.

No, um...

l-l'll share with my dad.

Thanks, yeah.

Hey, what happened

to your eye?

- Nothing.

Wrestling in gym class.

Are you coming

to Len's speech tomorrow?

- I didn't know

he was giving one.

- It's not a speech.

- Once a week, we have somebody

come into our class

at my school

to talk about something,

like a-a guest speaker,

and my dad's in Afghanistan,

so Len's gonna fill in instead,

which is way better.

- So what is it, like,

Bring Your Parent to School Day

or something?

- Sort of, but it doesn't have

to be your parent.

It just has to be

someone old who has a job.

- Flattery will get

you everywhere, William.

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