Max Page #3

---

Right.

Well, see you in the morning, I guess.

What is wrong with you?

- Justin!

- My God. Look, I'm trying!

Shut that dog up

before I come out there with my.45!

Man, come on over.

You'll be doing me a favor!

What do you want, Max?

What? What, do you want me to stay?

I can't stay out here all night.

Sit. Sit.

All right. Fine.

Just till you fall asleep.

Good morning.

Sweetheart, good morning.

I was looking all over for you.

You been out here all night?

- I don't wanna talk about it.

- Your friend called. What's his name? Chuy.

He says it's urgent.

You gotta call him back.

If you want me to start going to the

bathroom out here, I can do that too.

Sounds good to me,

as long as you pick up after yourself.

- Yo, Justin! What's up?

- Hey, Justin!

Hey, what's up, dude?

- Yo, half the bikes here are mountain.

- All right. Do a trick.

- I just do trails.

- Heh. What trails, man?

- I don't see you doing trails.

- Hey. Hey.

Hey, what's up, man?

Yo, Justin, how you ride?

- Like this?

- Yo, shut up, man.

- Yo, sorry to call your house, but...

- Emilio was breathing down your neck?

- Because you never gave him...

- Is this the new one?

That's for Emilio.

You took off like your pants were on fire

when my dad came out.

- I don't mess with no war heroes, B.

- War heroes?

I heard your pops got his leg shot up

in a crazy firefight in 'Nam.

It was Iraq. But whatever.

Yo, he was like:

Cool under fire?

- No, we... It's like a, um...

- And that's my cousin, Carmen.

Why you looking at me like that?

Think I should look like the maid?

Should I be wearing an apron?

Or no, maybe overalls would be better?

Ooh.

- You got a lot of cousins.

- Tell me about it.

She's staying with us, man.

I can't even sit on my own couch, B.

My uncle chased her out

with a machete.

Why you always making up stories

all the time?

Wait, what happened?

- Yo, check it out.

- That's cool.

We were at dinner. Pop told me

to have it removed or he'd do it for me.

So I slid over my knife, said, "Go ahead."

He got up, called my aunt, told her

he didn't wanna see me anymore.

So she said for me to come over.

End of story.

Trust me, machetes were involved.

- Come on, B. Ride with us.

- No, man. I gotta go take care of that dog, so...

Yo, your brother's war dog, right?

I heard he's loco, homes.

My cousin Felix works up at the church,

said he tore up like 10 Marines.

- Put them in the hospital.

- He didn't put anybody in the hospital.

You got an MWD? What kind?

- What kind?

- Your dog. What breed is he?

Yeah, um. He's like a German shepherd.

Like black in his face.

- Belgian Malinois.

- Mallen-what?

Cool dog.

He's crazy, actually. I'm the only one he'll

Rate this script:4.0 / 1 vote