MAX:

Max stands in front of a payphone in the Red Light District, with the phone pressed tightly to his ear, wearing a blue dark blue T-shirt and a pair of blue jeans. The only article of his original clothing left is his leather jacket, smeared in dirt. He talks to his boss on the phone. Either trying to get back up or leave entirely. Either one would have made him happy.

"Look, I don't have any idea what to do down here. I'm outgunned. Also, Donald Love's disappeared as well as Trent and his buddies."

"Then obviously you're not outgunned. If everyone's disappeared."

"I don't even know WHAT the FUCK I'm doing down here anymore!"

"You're doing your job."

"I'm not even sure what that is anymore either..."

"Are you done?"

Max takes a deep breath, "Yeah."

"Good, I found some information for you about a house up in Shoreside. There's some eye witnesses that say they've seen him there, you can check it out if you want."

"Yeah... Sure... Okay." Max hangs up the phone and pushes his hair back in frustration. No help was coming and he wasn't going home, on top of that, he wasn't going to quit that would end his job completely, he just wanted to get this job over with and go back to New York.

The phone rings and Max picks it up, it's his boss again giving Max the address to the house in Shoreside Vale.

Max pulls up in front of the house, it's not quite a mansion, but it was really close. He shifts the key in the ignitions stopping the engine. He stares forward for a moment then glances at the house, he grips the steering wheel, he glances at the house again contemplating his next move. He bats down the door of the glove compartment and reaches for his gun, he opens up his door and steps up, walking slowly and casually looking around as he walks to the front door.

He gets in front of the house and stands at the door. He gets ready to knock then sees that the gun is still in his hand, he sticks it in his jacket pocket then knocks on the door. It swings open quickly and a man with long hair opens the door, smiling. The smile quickly fades and he goes for his gun. Max is faster and puts it right in his face.

"You work for Tony?"

"Yes, I do."

"Put your gun down on the - no never mind hand it to me, now."

The long haired man hands him the gun with the barrel facing away from Max. Max takes it in the other hand then points behind the man, "Is there anyone else in there?"

He nods his head.

"Who?"

"My brother Sal, and a little girl."

"Why do I recognize you?"

The man cracks an awkward smile, "We've met before..."

"What's your name?"

"Agostino."

"Doesn't ring a bell. Okay go inside."

Agostino turns around slowly and goes inside.

"Why'd you open the door so quickly?" Max asks him.

"We thought you were the pizza guy." Agostino says turning to him.

The girl comes down the stairs in her pajamas, "Is the pi..." she freezes looking at Max, he doesn't even look at her. His eyes are fixated on Agostino.

"Where's your brother Agostino."

Agostino stares back at Max, unflinching with his hands on his knees. "I don't know. He's here somewhere, I'm just not sure where."

"You're not sure?" Max says unconvinced.

"It's a big house." Agostino snaps back.

"Is the little girl yours?"

"She's Trent's you remember her."

Max's head shifts to her, "Oh yeah, I do. Okay Agostino, I want you to call for your brother, and then I want you to take this phone and call your buddy Trent."

"Okay... You do realize that Trent has caller ID?"

"Good even better. Now... call your brother."

Agostino tilts his head to the right, but keeps his eyes on Max, "Hey Sal,"

A casual "Yeah." comes from the back room near the kitchen and dining room.

"Can you come in here for a minute?"

"Sure..." Sal steps into the room holding a shotgun pointed at Max's forehead.

"How'd you know."

"I'm not a fuckin' idiot." Sal say glaring at Max through his sunglasses.

"Alright," Max says with his guns pointed at them both, "Call Trent."

Agostino picks up the phone and dials a number. The rest of them stand like statues. You can hear the dial tone. "Trent.. No, but you're not going to believe what's going on. He's standing in front of me with two guns - him and my brother are having a stand-off in the living room.... He want's to know where you are? I think he wants to talk to you too."

Max gestures for the phone Max looks at Sal, "Make one move and I fire a shot into your brother."

"I'm watching you too."

Max speaks into the phone but again keeps his eyes locked this time on Sal, with Agostino lingering in the corner of his eye. "Trent...... Where are you Trent?.. If you don't tell me I'll shoot your friend." A lie but it sounded true enough, "........ Where are you? Look I've got your friend in front of me with a gun in his face and I'm not moving 'til you tell me where you are... How do I know if it's true....." Max puts the phone down, "Trent asked you to tell me where he is."

"I don't believe you." Agostino says.

"I'll hand it to the girl and she'll tell you if I'm lying and that's it. You trust her right?"

Agostino bites his lower lip hard then nods. "...Yes."

"Tell your daughter what you just told me." Max hands the phone to Samantha. "Shake your head, yes or no?"

Samantha nods.

"Vice City." Agostino says from the couch.

"Alright," Max says. "I'm leaving." Max moves backwards through the door as he does accidentally bumps into the pizza guy, who a stares at him like a freak, scared out of his mind "...Pi.. Piz... Pepperoni Pizza."

Max slams the door with his foot, then takes out some money handing it to the pizza guy, "They're inside, guy. And change your pant 'kay?"

Max smiles to himself as he confidently walks to his car. "Vice City here I come..."