A Broken Life Page #4

This-- this is art.

Come on, boy.

Courage! Courage!

l've had enough, Max.

Enough of what?

What are you talking about?

l am not gonna film you

taking a piss.

Why not?

lt's cinema verite.

And who did that?

- Jean Cocteau.

- Okay, great.

Go take a piss.

This is what-- hey, Bud.

This is what you need

to get that scholarship to NYU.

Oh, so you taking a piss

is what l need?

Cocteau's what l need?

l can get a scholarship on my own, Max.

l don't need a f***ing trick.

Bullshit.

You need a ''Blair Witch.''

- Yeah, you do.

- No.

And you're not it.

Hey, look, it's not about talent.

Buddy, it's not about talent.

lt's about business.

And l just remembered,

you're a filmmaker

so you couldn't possibly be

a real artist anyway.

- F*** you.

- What?

You're a f***ing coward.

- Stop it.

- You were never

gonna go through with this.

Gonna kill yourself?

What a f***ing joke.

You've wasted

enough of my day, Max.

Bud, Bud, Bud, look.

l'm sorry-- l'm sorry l said that stuff.

l'm sorry l said that stuff.

Come on, Bud.

- Yeah?

- l didn't mean it!

Come on, relax.

Just relax, Bud.

- l'm out of here.

- l was just kidding around.

Come on! F***!

Buddy, l'm sorry l said that stuff.

Why did l say that stuff?

God!

F***.

( flushes )

Shh.

( grunting )

( water running )

( gasps )

Come on! Come on!

lt's a shakedown.

lt's a shakedown, for sure.

- What?

- Shh.

- You said it was cool, man.

- Okay okay.

We're like rats in a trap here.

Okay?

Frank, you gotta trust me.

- l'm not gonna get f***in' arrested.

- Okay. Shh.

We gotta rush him.

Okay?

We're gonna rush him.

On three, okay?

- One...

- F***in' towels.

...two...

three.

( grunting )

Hey! Hey!

Max! Max!

Oh!

Jesus Christ.

( mutters )

Bud.

What-- what are you doing here?

- You came back, huh?

- You scared the hell out of me.

l want to go.

l just want to go.

- You believe that sh*t, man?

- No.

Can't take a piss

in this f***ing town

without having your

f***ing life threatened.

F*** it, man. That's it.

l'm just gonna, you know, just

cut to the chase.

l'm gonna tell the story crystal clear

so even the dumbest f***er

on earth can understand it.

All right, so,

let's start with my childhood.

Or what l remember of it.

Martin Luther King,

Vietnam, Watergate,

that's what my childhood was.

Murder and men on the moon.

And then as a teenager

l was paralyzed.

l was addicted to television.

Listen to this.

l wanted to be a writer...

but l didn't want to write.

l wanted someone else

to write it--

write it down for me

and then give it to me,

polished and finished,

you know what l mean?

That's why l hooked up with Billy.

You know,

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