Max 2: White House Hero Page #2

on anything that goes on in my life.

It's not fair and there's no

way I'm dressing up

in a fancy outfit and smiling

for the cameras

just so you can get your poll numbers up.

Look, I'm sorry, nope.

I am just not doing it.

- TJ, what is on your face?

- Mom.

- Mom!

- Hey, hey, hey,

Dad, she's a girl.

Yes, Alex is short for Alexandra.

I hope that's not a problem.

President Bragov, it is an honor to

have you here as my guest.

Honor?

You seem to have changed

your tune since campaign

when you called me, what was it?

"Crazy Kremlin cowboy."

You must be tired, let me

show you your quarters.

- He seems nice.

- Yeah.

I'm supposed to be nice to you.

I am to be polite, nothing more.

My name is Alexandra Bragov,

but you may call me Alex.

I'm TJ.

I know, I had briefing about you.

They say you are very

resourceful and fine player of baseball.

Also a big fan of spy movies

and always eat ice cream too

fast and get brain freeze.

They know all that about me?

My papa's people are very thorough.

- But no mention of dog.

- Oh.

This is Max.

But he's not my dog.

I mean, I guess he is now,

- but, um, not later or before.

- Do you know what breed he is?

Oh, he's a Secret Service dog.

I mean, I know it's not a breed.

- He's a...

- Belgian Malinois.

How'd you know that?

I am, how you say? Dog person.

Oh, yeah? Me too.

Tell them to put that in my file.

So, TJ, do you think your "dog-for-now"

could help us sniff out something

to eat other than boring state dinner?

I think I know just the place.

Oh! No, no, you Malinois!

In borscht, we slice

beets thin like paper.

- My president...

- Dimitri!

I misspoke.

It is honor to be in

such beautiful kitchen.

Even if you do not belong here.

I assume he came with you?

Hey, Coop.

Meet Alex, she's from Russia.

Call me Coop, I'm from Brighton Beach.

Pleasure.

Say, Coop,

would you like to whip us up a

couple of the house specials, please?

Why, of course, sir.

Anything to get me off borscht detail.

Mmm.

Mmm.

Such flavor!

Why is this grilled cheese so good?

Sorry, secret ingredient.

It's classified.

You do not know, do you?

Nope.

So what do you do for amusement here?

Well, do you like to bowl?

Not particularly.

Me neither.

There's all kinds of stuff here,

but they're no fun to do alone.

And under 24-hour watch.

And let me guess, many

important "responsibilities."

No kidding. Sometimes,

I feel like I'm just here for photo ops.

At least you do not have to stand for

eight hours at the Victory Day Parade.

Doesn't even compare to

visiting the Iowa State Fair.

They make sculptures out of butter.

- Why?

- I think there isn't much to do there.

I was actually invited

to go to a party downtown tonight.

But I can't go 'cause I have

to entertain our guests.

Well, I hope they're at least nice.

Not so bad so far.

I know how this goes.

You can't go to your party because your

parents are making you go to their party.

It's not fair.

Just 'cause we're the presidents' kids

means we don't get to have any fun?

Sneaking out to party would be fun.

It would, wouldn't it?

But if we got caught...

Siberia?

I was going to say Guantanamo.

Same difference.

But do you always obey your parents?

Me? Not always.

Sometimes.

Okay, pretty much always.

I just thought I was in

"land of the free and

"home of the brave."

Don't worry, Max. We'll be right back.

Let's go, come on.

Tomorrow morning, we'll be

heading to Camp David.

I know how much you love the outdoors

and I thought it would

be a more informal venue for our talks.

We will see.

Of course, the brunt of our time will be

spent discussing the arms treaty,

but we've got all sorts

of great events planned for your visit.

My beautiful wife here

is an esteemed concert pianist.

She's agreed to perform

an evening of Tchaikovsky.

- Pyotr Tchaikovsky?

- Yes.

I love Tchaikovsky.

But everywhere I go,

they play me Tchaikovsky.

I was hoping for Bon Jovi.

Well, I hope the kids

are getting along better than we are.

TJ.

Don't look down, Alex.

I told you it was gonna be easy.

Come on.

I'm allergic to dogs.

Hats.

Okay, ladies first.

You know, we could get

in a lot of trouble here.

My father always says,

"There is no reward without risk."

Mmm. Mmm.

Thomas, Maureen,

I hope you are enjoying the

borscht as much as I am.

Well, I have to say,

this is the best borscht I've ever had.

It's wonderful.

All righty. Now, say hello

to President William Henry Harrison,

who caught pneumonia at his inauguration,

and, fun fact number seven,

died 31 days later.

And we're walking.

Hey, kids. Who wants some hot...

Oh, fudge!

- You think they're looking for us yet?

- Probably,

but it's only a few more blocks.

Look out!

Go, run!

Help!

Help!

TJ! Run!

Come! Come on, Alex!

Mom, you should've seen Max out there.

He was like, like, like a superhero.

We were worried half to death.

Agent Thorn, how is this even possible?

Unfortunately, sir,

due to the restoration, the alarms on the

windows have temporarily been turned off.

I'm really sorry, Dad.

Let's go through this again.

Is there anything you can

remember that might help us?

Okay. I didn't wanna

say anything in front of our guests

but I think I heard one of

those guys say something in Russian.

Max bit one of the guys on the ankle.

Dad, you have to check every one of

those Russians for bite marks.

Son, let's just let the

Secret Service handle this, okay?

You mean the Secret Service

who can't keep track of

two 12-year-old kids?

Okay, I think that you have

caused enough trouble

for one evening, young man. Don't you?

- But, Dad, all I'm...

- No, I don't wanna hear it.

I want you to go to your room, go to bed,

we will discuss your

punishment in the morning.

Fine. Come on, Max.

If he did hear someone speaking Russian,

maybe there are bad

players on the other team.

We can't make unsubstantiated

accusations with the entire

world watching, Agent Thorn.

But, Thomas,

if somebody is looking to hurt...

It's okay, Maureen.

We'll be fine at Camp David.

You mean, we're still going?

- I'm working.

- My agents have been on site

securing the grounds for the past 30 days.

If there is something going on, there is

no safer place for us to be right now.

Yeah, no safer place to be, because you

and I are gonna be there. Right, Max?

Come here, Max.

Sit, Max.

Pick up.

- Good boy.

- Max, come.

Perimeter search.

Go on, boy.

- Hi.

- Hi.

TJ.

What's going on?

Why are you being so weird?

I was thinking we could get together later

and talk more about

what happened last night.

No.

- I can't.

- What?

Why not? What's going on?

I don't know.

Maybe 'cause the only person who knew

I was going to that party was you.

In fact, you pretty much made me go.

TJ, why would I kidnap myself?

How better to make it look

like you're not involved?

Um, just off the top of my head,

maybe not sneaking out with you

in the first place?

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