Max

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- Yeah, I get it. You're proud of your work, B.

- Whoa, whoa.

I want an extra 200 for this one.

Okay? Tell Emilio that.

- You said what?

- I heard he's selling...

...that "Assassin's Creed" I ripped

all the way in Austin.

You don't want beef with my cousin.

You know what I'm saying?

Look, man, 200 more

or this is gonna be the last one.

Hey, Mr. Wincott. Gotta go.

Be seeing you later, Justin. Peace out.

Okay.

Come here.

- What are you doing?

- Hanging out.

I thought I was gonna see you at work

this morning, 8 a.m.

And waste my summer?

Sweeping floors for 8 bucks an hour?

You'd rather sit in your room on your butt,

playing video games? That suit you better?

It's better than renting storage for junk people

should have thrown out in the first place.

That junk puts food in your mouth,

smart guy.

And I don't just run it, I own it.

A lot of people around here, they gotta

punch a time clock. I'm my own boss.

- Yeah, well, you ain't mine.

- What's that?

Stay here, Justin.

Dad.

- Stay here.

- Dad, what are they doing here?

Dad.

Nearer, my God, to thee

Nearer to thee

E'en though it be a cross

That raiseth me

Still all my song shall be...

Nearer, my God, to thee

Ma'am. Sir.

Sorry I'm so late.

I trained your son and his dog at Maitland.

They sent Max back for an eval. Figured

since we were only a short drive away...

- Thank you.

- Thank you.

Though like the wanderer

The sun gone down

We gotta go, Max. Come on.

I'm sorry.

He was trained better than this.

Come on, Max.

I know how he feels.

Max.

Excuse me, son. Who might you be?

It's Justin. Kyle's brother.

I guess Max already figured that out.

You wanna help us get him back to the van?

Might go a lot easier if you did.

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