QUEER AS FOLK EPISODE 6.05 - THE DARK SIDE Original Posting date: 05-19-07 ORIGINAL SERIES CREATED BY RON COWEN & DANIEL LIPMAN WRITTEN AND DIRECTED BY CLEVERDEVIL ========================== DISCLAIMER: ========================== “QUEER AS FOLK” and other related entities are owned, ™ and © by Cowlip Productions, SJ2 Entertainment, Tony Jonas Productions, QAF III Productions, Dufferin Gate Productions Inc. and Celebrity Public Relations in association with Showtime Networks Inc. All Rights Reserved. This fanfic is posted here without their permission, approval, authorization or endorsement. For Entertainment purposes only. No infringement intended. ========================== TRANSFICTIONSCRIPT: ========================== MAIN THEME: CUE THE PULSE TO BEGIN FADE IN: FRICK PARK - PITTSBURGH - DAY The camera pans over a meadow. In the background we see people walking along a lane, a cyclist and two joggers. A white American Eskimo Dog comes into view. Music: Yellow - Oh yeah. She turns around and looks in our direction, pricking up her ears. Quick flash to Buster, staring at her. He approaches her and they begin to sniff each other, wagging their tails. Next thing we see, Buster mounts her from behind and starts thrusting his pelvis. Within a minute he's finished and lifts his leg over her back. The music is cut off, the camera pans over to Brian and a blond guy in his forties. While the guy is looking as if he's close to having a heart attack, Brian watches the scene with interest, hands in the pockets of his jacket.
BRIAN (matter-of-factly) That was quick. GUY (looking at Brian - hopefully) He is castrated, isn't he? BRIAN No. GUY (looking back at the dogs - gloomy) My wife's gonna kill me. BRIAN (cocking his head) What's wrong with them?
Change to the dogs. They're still standing close to each other, their hind legs are touching.
GUY His penis is still erect and locked into her vagina. We have to wait till it goes down. BRIAN How long is this gonna take? GUY Ten minutes… (Brian raises a brow) Tops. BRIAN And I thought being a heterosexual sucks. (noticing the frown on the other man's face) No offence. GUY (looking at the still connected dogs - a bit envious) At least he got off.
The guy casts him a sidelong glance. Brian smirks, takes out a pack of cigarettes and offers it to him.
GUY (refusing) No thanks, I quit… (after a quick thought) Fuck it. (taking one) I will need a resolution for New Year's Eve anyway.
He puts the cigarette into his mouth, bends forward and Brian gives him a light. CUT TO: EXT. SIX FULLER, CORNER OF TREMONT - MORNING Wide shot of the street and the building. Brian and Buster are crossing the street. As they reach the entrance, Brian opens the door and lets the dog enter. Change to the inside. Brian bends down and takes the leash off Buster's silver collar. The dog agitates and sneezes.
BRIAN (snorts) Next time pick one with at least a bisexual owner so I can shorten the wait doing something practical.
Buster runs up the stairs, while Brian takes the elevator. As he pushes the button, we hear Buster barking on the top floor. Cut to Brian, pulling up the bars. He is greeted by the sight of Michael, who's pressing himself against the brick wall next to the door, holding a key in his hand like a weapon, ready to defend himself. Buster is standing in front of him, wagging his tail.
BRIAN (amused) Are you practicing for the ballet tryout? MICHAEL (pointing at Buster) Could you please tell him to leave me alone? BRIAN (opening the door) Don't worry, he's not into balls. MICHAEL (hastily following Brian inside) That's comforting.
While Buster disappears into the direction of the living room, Michael closes the door and Brian walks into the kitchen. He puts the leash onto the counter.
BRIAN (steps next to the refrigerator - turns to Michael) Now, don't take this the wrong way, but… what the fuck are you doing here? MICHAEL I need to talk to you. Urgently. (unhappy) Something happened. BRIAN (taking a water bottle out of the fridge) Did they cancel the upcoming comic convention? MICHAEL Last night I had an encounter with Andy.
Brian takes a sip and walks over to the bedroom.
BRIAN (over his shoulder) Andy? As in Andy-your-first-boyfriend-Andy? MICHAEL (astonished) You remember him? I thought you wouldn't. BRIAN (puts the bottle on the bedside table) I'm full of surprises. (He's getting undressed) Justin met him two days ago in New York. He gave him your phone number. (to himself) I'd never thought he would call. MICHAEL (sits down on the bed - forcing himself not to watch Brian) Well, he didn't. He showed up at my place instead. BRIAN (pulling down his pants) Did you look at the year-book and have good laugh? MICHAEL (turns around - gloomy) He kissed me.
Brian is standing next to the bed, his back's turned towards us, so we can have a look at his well rounded butt.
BRIAN (looking at him over his shoulder) And… ? Was it all you remembered? MICHAEL (trying hard to focus on Brian's face instead of his butt) Do you have to be naked, while we're taking about this? BRIAN (walking into the bathroom) Unlike you I have a plane to catch in a few hours and I need to take a shower first. So, would you mind cutting to the chase? MICHAEL (remorseful) I kissed him back. BRIAN (opening the door of the shower) And your point is? MICHAEL (stands up from the bed - coming over) I love Ben and everything's perfect between the two of us. Why did I kiss Andy then? (He reaches the shower) Why did I enjoy it that much? I shouldn't have felt anything. Why did I? What's wrong with me?
They're standing opposite each other. Brian puts his hand on Michael's shoulder to stop the flood of words.
BRIAN Listen to me, Michael. (fixing his eyes on him) Are you listening? MICHAEL (nodding) Yes, I'm listening. BRIAN There's nothing wrong with you. You met an old classmate and it stirred up some memories. There's no need to dramatize it. MICHAEL (not entirely convinced) Maybe you're right. BRIAN I'm always right. (He gives him a quick peck on the lips and straightens up - indicating him to go) Now, if you don't mind… MICHAEL (uncertain) Do you think I should tell Ben? BRIAN I think you should be honest. MICHAEL But… BRIAN (cutting him off) But nothing. You asked my advice. Here it is: Just tell him and get it over with. Consultation hour's over. Come back on Monday.
He closes the door of the shower in front of Michael's face and waves him goodbye. CUT TO: INT. LIBERTY DINER - MORNING Close up of a water glass. A big, blurred eye is watching the bubbles rising up. A hand comes up from above and moves the glass aside. We're greeted by the sight of Ted's face. He's half-lying on the table, his chin's resting on his arms. He's got a lethargic expression on his face. According to his outer appearance he didn't get much sleep. The camera widens up. Emmett is sitting opposite him.
EMMETT Teddy? (snapping his fingers) Ted!
Ted slowly lifts his eyes and stares at him.
EMMETT Did you hear what I just said?
There's no reaction from Ted. He fixes his gaze on the almost empty salt cellar to his left. Emmett places it on the other side of the table.
TED (grumpy) Leave me alone. EMMETT (resolutely) No, I won't. You need some consolation right now. TED (straightens up - frustrated) You cannot help me, Emmett. No one can. I screwed it up like I screw up everything in my whole fucking life. EMMETT That's not true. (trying to sound enthusiastic) You've friends who care for you, a good job and your condo. TED (unhappy) But it's empty. There's no one to come home to anymore. (His gaze shifts to the salt cellar again - quietly). Everything's empty. EMMETT (with a disapproving look) I don't want to see you like this. (He takes the salt cellar and hides it behind the menu) There are a lot of things to look forward to. TED (frowning at him - sarcastic) Like what? Death? (embittered) Let's face it, Em. I lost Blake because I'm a fucking coward. EMMETT Don't do that. Don't blame yourself. TED (angry) Would you please do me a favor and shut up? I can't stand myself right now and I don't want to say something I might regret afterwards. EMMETT (touching his arm - with a mixture of uncertainty and concern) Teddy…?
As Ted casts him a warning glance, he draws back his hand. The camera pans over to the door. Rel enters the diner. He's wearing tight jeans, a black leather jacket and a pair of sun glasses. Some of the guests turn to look at him. He drops down on the bench next to Ted, a grim expression on his face.
EMMETT (relieved to have some company) Hey, Sweetie. How did it go? Did Josh get the motor running? REL (curtly) Yes. EMMETT (puzzled) I admit I was expecting a more detailed answer. REL (vitriolic) He kissed me, he blew me, he fucked me. Anything else you'd like to know? EMMETT (surprised by his aggressiveness) What's wrong, sweetie? REL That's exactly my question. What's wrong with me? (Debbie comes up to their table) Why didn't I see that – DEBBIE Have you tried without sunglasses, honey? (pointing at Ted, who's brooding in his corner) You should give them to him. Looks like he could use them.
Ted and Rel give her a glare at the same instant.
EMMETT (crossing his arms over his chest) Be careful, Deb. They might bite your head off. DEBBIE (laughing) Wouldn't do them any good. They'd choke to death. REL (leans back on the bench) Life sucks. TED (raising his water glass) I'll drink to that.
Emmett and Debbie exchange worried glances. CUT TO: INT. ALLEGHENY HIGH - CORRIDOR - DAY Darkness. A door opens in front of us and Hunter appears in the picture. We're inside his locker. He reaches for some of his books, but suddenly hesitates. Quick flash around him to his point of view. He's looking at a white sheet of paper, which is stuck to the back of the locker. It says: TODAY!!
LILLY Anything interesting in there? Dead mice? A cockroach maybe?
Hunter hastily slams the door shut. Change of angle. Lilly is standing next to him, carrying a folder and two books. She's wearing a wool sweater, which is probably one or two sizes too big, worn-out jeans and a pair of sneakers. Her hair's tied in a ponytail.
LILLY (cheerful) Did you know that a cockroach is capable of living without food for a month? Geoffrey from my English Class couldn't survive without eating for three hours. Yesterday he polished off two tins of pilchards while Mr. Watson was reciting poetry.
She screws up her face in disgust.
HUNTER (cautiously) Do you have plans for the weekend? LILLY (jocularly) Why? Do you want to ask me out? HUNTER (a bit nervous) Erm… Actually, yes.
Her face lightens up and she hugs her books tightly.
LILLY (with a mixture of excitement and reproach) Well, it's about time. (She looks at him expectantly) Go ahead. Do it. Ask me. HUNTER (clears his throat) Would you like to go out on a date with me?
Instead of an answer, she puts her hand on his neck and kisses him on the mouth. She has to get on her tiptoes, because he's almost a head taller than she is. Anyway, Hunter's completely taken by surprise. Pupils, who are passing them, turn to look. Lilly breaks the kiss, a smile's forming on her face.
LILLY How about Saturday night? HUNTER (trying to rearrange his thoughts) Isn't the kiss supposed to be at the end of a date? LILLY (shrugging) Life is so predictable. Why do everything the common way? (with sparkling eyes) Expect the unexpected. HUNTER (smirking) Saturday is fine with me. LILLY Pick me up around eight. My father will be at Babylon, so we can skip the parental instructions and the embarrassing conversation about future perspectives. (taking a look at her watch) I have to go or I'll be late for class.
She waves him goodbye and disappears among the stream of students. Hunter's looking after her with a happy smile. A black haired boy with a pair of glasses opens the locker next to Hunter's.
GUY (casually) You're dating Lilly Walters? HUNTER (turns to look at him - curtly) That's none of your business. GUY It's just that I heard her talking to Susan Bernstein a few days ago. She told her she'd love to go to this Mediterranean restaurant on South Highland Avenue. HUNTER (suspiciously) Really? I thought she's not into that. GUY (with a knowing look) That's what all the girls say but I bet she would be thrilled if you take her out there. HUNTER That's upper class. I probably couldn't afford to by a glass of water there, let alone a meal. GUY (sounding slightly disparaging) Then better hope a burger and a coke will do.
He shuts the door of his locker, although he didn't take anything out of it and heads for his class, leaving a pensive Hunter behind. CUT TO: INT. KINNETIK - DAY Cynthia's sitting at her desk, dressed in a trouser suit. She's wearing her headset and looking at her computer screen.
CYNTHIA Mr. Kinney won't be available tomorrow, I'm sorry. But I could squeeze you in Thursday morning, eleven o'clock.
Somebody slams a large, black portfolio on the table top. Cynthia startles and turns to look. Brian's standing in front of her desk. He's wearing a suit and a tie and got an extremely pissed off expression on his face.
BRIAN (annoyed) What the fuck is that? CYNTHIA (into the phone) Can I call you back? (She cuts off the connection - addressing Brian) The designs for today's pitch in New York. You gave your blessings yesterday. What's the problem? BRIAN The problem is that even I can't convince a fashion designer to go with an ad campaign like this.
He opens the portfolio and holds up the first board. It shows a juicy steak on a plate. It's obviously carried by a waiter, we the blurred outline of his crotch on the right side of the picture, level to the plate. The slogan says: America's finest tenderloin.
CYNTHIA (looking up at him) I bet you could. (The expression on her face gets serious as she notices Brian's not amused) That's the new design for Frawley Open-Fire. Neill probably mixed up the boards.
Brian's cell phone rings.
BRIAN (addressing Cynthia) Then fix it. (He takes the call as he walks over to his office - grouchy) Yes?
Change to Justin in New York, lying in bed, wrapped up in his blanket. He's looking tired and exhausted.
JUSTIN (with a hoarse voice) Obviously it wasn't the best time to call you. BRIAN (calming down) Never mind. (softly) I could use a little Sunshine right now. JUSTIN (unhappy) I'm afraid I can't provide that at the moment.
Change to Kinnetik. Brian's in his office now. He sits down on the couch.
BRIAN (frowning) What's wrong with your voice? JUSTIN (coughs then goes on) That's why I called. I'm not feeling well. (He clears his throat) Seems like I caught a cold. It's probably better if you don't come out here this weekend. I don't want to give it to you. BRIAN (closes his eyes for a moment and massages his temples) It's okay. JUSTIN I was really looking forward to seeing you. BRIAN Don't -
He looks up as somebody opens the door. It's Cynthia.
CYNTHIA (poking her head inside) Sorry for disturbing you. Liberty Air called and confirmed your flight. You can pick up your ticket at the counter. BRIAN Thanks. CYNTHIA (preparing for an ill-tempered response) Erm… Neill asks if you could have a look at the boards for Eye-Conics before you leave. BRIAN Yes, sure. (back on the phone) Justin, I have to go. We'll talk later.
Change to Justin. He's sitting upright on the mattress.
JUSTIN (disappointed) Of course. (He hangs up and puts the phone on the bedside table) Fuck.
Justin gets a coughing fit. As his breath returns to a regular rhythm, we hear voices swelling in the corridor. Justin listens up. Quick flash around the corner. Lou enters the picture, dragging a reluctant Vince out of his room.
LOU (heading for the bathroom) I don't want to hear these silly excuses anymore. VINCE (trying to free his wrist from her grip) Ow, Lou. Let me go! You're hurting me!
They're inside the bathroom now, right in front of the mirror.
LOU (lets Vince go - angry) I'm hurting you?! (glaring at him) I'll tell you who's hurting you. He is! VINCE (not able to look her in the eye) I really don't have to listen to this.
He turns around, but Lou grabs him by the arm and restrains him from leaving the room.
LOU You bet you do! (She forces him to face the mirror) Look!
Change of angle, we see their reflection in the mirror. Lou pulls up Vince's shirt. His side is still black and blue.
LOU (bitter) Today it's just bruises. Tomorrow it's a broken arm or broken ribs. VINCE (unhappy) You don't understand. He really loves me. LOU (pointing at his injuries - flat) That's not love, Vincent. That is just pain.
Vince looks away. Change of angle. In the background we see Justin leaning against the doorframe. He's put on a sweater, but is still wearing his pyjama pants. Lou takes Vince's hand and searches his eyes.
LOU (close to tears - desperate) Don't let him do that to you! Don't let him hurt you! JUSTIN (serious) She's right, Vince. VINCE (furious - addressing both of them) Why don't you leave me alone?! This is none of your fucking business. Stay out of it.
He storms out and we hear the front door slam shut. Lou sits down on the toilet lid and passes her hand through her hair. Coughing, Justin crouches down in front of her.
LOU How can he be so stupid. JUSTIN (puts his hands on her knees - softly) Sometimes love is blind. LOU (looks up) This is not about love, Justin. (angry) Vince thinks he means something to this asshole and that's reason enough to stay with him. JUSTIN It's his decision. You cannot force him to break up with Shane. LOU (fighting the tears again) Don't expect me to let this happen and do nothing about it. JUSTIN (gently touching her arm) We will give him some time to calm down and try talking to him again. Okay?
She wipes away a tear from the corner of her eye and nods.
LOU (quietly) Can you hold me for a moment?
He puts his arms around her waist, while she hugs him tightly, resting her head on his shoulder. CUT TO: INT. RED CAPE COMICS - DAY Close up of a Spiderman action figure. The camera widens up and pans over to Michael, standing behind the counter. He's looking at the screen of his PC, scrolling down the pages with his mouse.
MICHAEL (still looking at the screen) It will be released on November the 16th. If I order now, it would be delivered the next day.
Change of angle. A guy with short blond hair and a nose piercing is standing in front of the counter. A pile of comic books is sitting next to the cash register.
GUY It would be fabulous if you could do that. MICHAEL Okay… (with a click of his mouse button) It's done. GUY (pointing at the pile) I take these ten and one of those.
He takes a lollipop out of bowl to his right. Michael gives him a smile.
MICHAEL (comes up to the register) Let's see. (He takes a look at the stacked up comics and types in the prices) That makes 164 dollar and 50 cent. (smiling) The lolly's on the house. GUY Thanks. (He takes out his wallet and hands him the money) By the way, when will the next issue of Rage be on sale? MICHAEL (handing him a plastic bag) Hopefully soon, if the –
He's interrupted by the ringing of the phone.
MICHAEL Sorry. (The guy gives him a friendly nod, stuffs his comics into the bag and leaves - Michael picks up the receiver) Red Cape Comics. Michael Novotny.
Horizontal split screen. The comic shop is above, Andy underneath. He's sitting bare-chested on a hotel bed, a towel wrapped around his hips. Obviously he just took a shower.
ANDY Hey, it's me. MICHAEL (shocked) Andy. (angry) What do you want? How did you get this number? ANDY (ignoring the unfriendly tone in Michael's voice) I looked it up in the White Pages. Listen, Michael. I would like to apologize for last night. I admit I came here to see you again, but I didn't plan on the kiss. It just happened. MICHAEL It was a bit unexpected, but I'm sorry for throwing you out. ANDY It's okay. I understand. (He gets up from the bed - walking over to the bathroom) I'd like to invite you for dinner tonight to make up for it. MICHAEL (hesitantly) I don't know if that's a good idea. ANDY (posing in front of the mirror) Oh come on, Michael. Just to talk about old times. (Checking his waist for love handles) I promise I won't kiss you again. You can bring your husband if you like. MICHAEL (sighs) Alright. ANDY (bending forward to search for grey hairs) Can you pick me up at nine? I'm staying at the Holiday Inn. Room five-o-five. MICHAEL (frowning) Isn't that the room my mother rented for Brian and me on our prom night? ANDY (pretending to be surprised) Is it? (straightens up) Whatever. See you tonight.
As he hangs up, Michael's side becomes full screen. He puts down the receiver.
MICHAEL (sarcastic) Well done, Mr. Novotny. A dinner-party with your husband and your high school date. (looking at the Spiderman figure) I could really use some super powers right now.
The shop door opens and Ben comes in. He's got a worried expression on his face.
MICHAEL (taken aback) Hey, what are you doing here? Don't you have a class? BEN I'm on my lunch break.
He bends forward and gives him a peck on the lips.
MICHAEL And you came all the way out here just to see me? BEN (shaking his head) Unfortunately no. They told us today there's a problem on the university board. MICHAEL (frowning) What kind of problem? BEN (tense) I don't know yet, but it sounded serious. There's a meeting tonight. Hopefully I'll get some information then. MICHAEL Tonight? BEN We didn't have plans, did we? MICHAEL (hesitates, then shakes his head) No. BEN (holding out his hand) Anyway, I need your keys. I forgot mine on the kitchen counter and I'd like to get changed before I go to the meeting. MICHAEL (absent-minded) They're in my jacket. I'll get them for you.
As he heads for the adjoining room he grabs the Spiderman figure and stuffs it into his trousers pocket. CUT TO: INT. LIBERTY DINER - DAY Close up of a plastic carton of medium height. It contains two bowls, a few cans and a box of kibble. The camera widens up. Brian and Debbie are standing beside the counter, next to the serving hatch. Debbie takes the carton.
BRIAN Two meals per day, no leftovers. I don't want him to get fat. And don't feed him from the table. DEBBIE (puts a hand on her hip) Anything else, Dr. Dolittle? BRIAN Don't let him run free. He's been in a state of permanent horniness lately.
He frowns at Buster, who's sitting between them and looking up at Brian like an innocent puppy.
DEBBIE (grinning impishly) Like master, like dog. (placing the carton on the counter) Don't worry, I raised Michael on my own. I'm capable of taking care of a dog. BRIAN (pretending to reach for the carton) You're right. It's probably better to give him to a professional dog-sitter. DEBBIE (looking down at Buster) Don't listen to him. We will get along famously. (The dog gets up and wags his tail) I'll make you some delicious rumen. BRIAN (smirking) Are you going to shoot the cow by yourself?
The camera pans over to the entrance door, as Hunter enters the diner. He takes a quick look around, sees Debbie and Brian and comes over.
DEBBIE (spots Hunter) Hey, Mister. What are you doing here? BRIAN (mocking) Shouldn't the child be at school, studying? HUNTER I'm on an extended lunch break. (to Debbie) I'm your favorite grandson, aren't I? DEBBIE (suspicious) What did you do? HUNTER I worked twelve shifts this month. I was always polite and never dropped a plate. (with puppy eyes) Can I get an advanced? DEBBIE Sorry, honey. I can't give you money for a service you didn't provide yet. BRIAN (addressing Hunter) You should know that. (They're both glaring at him) Family drama. That's my cue. (He hands Debbie Buster's leash, reaches down and tickles the dog behind his ears) Be brave.
He salutes them goodbye and leaves. He's barely out of the door, as Debbie bends down and takes the leash off Buster's collar.
DEBBIE We don't need that, do we? (straightens up - to Hunter) What do you want the money for? HUNTER I can't tell you. DEBBIE Sorry, honey. I can't give you the cash then. HUNTER (sulking) Fine.
He turns on his heels and heads for the door. Debbie's looking after him, shaking her head. Suddenly Buster starts running after Hunter.
DEBBIE (immediately chasing him - shouting) Shut the door!
But it's too late. As Hunter, who's already halfway out of the diner, turns to look at her, Buster passes him and escapes. We see him running down Liberty Avenue. Debbie appears next to Hunter just to watch the dog turning around the next corner.
DEBBIE (to Hunter - deadly serious) Twenty dollars if you bring him back alive.
CUT TO: INT. TED'S CONDO - EVENING The front door opens. Ted's coming home from work. He puts down his briefcase and takes off his coat. Music sets in. Never enough - Rebecca Lavelle. Loosening his tie, he takes a look around. His gaze shifts to the kitchen. A memory of Blake and himself fades in. Blake's standing behind the stove, stirring the content of a sauce pan. Ted comes up from behind, puts his arms around him and kisses his neck. The memory fades. Getting rid of his jacket Ted walks over to the couch. Fade in of him and Blake lying on the sofa, kissing and making out. As Ted reaches for the arm of the imaginary Blake, he vanishes. Hanging his head Ted heads for the bathroom. The moment he enters the room he's greeted by the sight of him and Blake. They're both naked and fooling around with their towels. The memory fades along with the music. Ted's standing in the middle of the dim room, looking lonely and lost. He comes up to the washbasin. His eye is caught by the mirror, hanging above. Change to his point of view. He studies his reflection with a mixture of despair and disgust. All of a sudden he spits at his mirror image. The saliva is slowly running down the glass as a face appears behind Ted's right shoulder. It's Derek.
DEREK (seductive) Do you wanna feel good? Do you wanna forget the pain?
Ted's staring at him. Close up of his hands clenching around the edge of the washbasin.
DEREK (puts his hand on Ted's left shoulder) You know what you need. You know what makes you happy. (bringing his lips to Ted's ear) It's time for a date with Tina.
The angle changes. We see Ted, who's still staring into the mirror. His jaw tenses. CUT TO: INT. HAYWARD MANSION - REL'S ROOM - EVENING Music: Linkin Park - Numb The camera pans over various CDs covering the floor, some empty coke cans and an open bag of potato chips. Scrunched up clothes are rounding out the picture. A pair of leather shoes comes into view, nimbly avoiding to step into the mess. As they come to a halt the camera rises from the ground and pans over a rumbled up bed. Rel's lying face down on the mattress, fully dressed. His head is hidden under a pillow. Cut to stereo, sitting on a rack near the bed. Somebody switches off the music. The camera widens up. It's Emmett. He's standing in front of the bed, hands on his hips, a disapproving look on his face.
EMMETT Are you planning on hiding there forever? REL (with a muffled voice) Go away. EMMETT (sits down on the bed) You'll feel much better if you talk about it, sweetie. REL (grumpy) No, I won't. EMMETT (touching his arm) Tell me what happened. Did Josh hurt you?
Rel comes up under the pillow. His hair is messy, his eyes are slightly reddened.
REL Yes, he did. (noticing the concerned look on Emmett's face) But not in the way you think. (He comes to sit upright) It was like a dream coming true. Being close to him, kissing him. Feeling his cock inside me. (embittered) I should have known it was too good to be true. If I want a boyfriend I have to pay for it. EMMETT That's not true. REL (with a meaningful glance) Josh thought if he fucks me and is a little nice, it would pay off for him. EMMETT (sympathetic) I'm sorry, I really thought he was an honest guy. REL It's my own fault. I never should have listened to you.
He lies down and disappears under his pillow again.
EMMETT (grabbing two corners of the pillow) You probably won't believe it right now, (starting to pull) but there are still plenty of nice men out there.
Rel has to let go. Defeated he's lying on the mattress, glaring at Emmett.
REL (sarcastic) Maybe I could afford to buy 25 percent of them. EMMETT (nudges his shoulder) Enough moping. Come on. Get up. REL (straightens up - mistrustful) Why? EMMETT (enthusiastic) We'll go out dancing. At the hottest club of Liberty Avenue. You'll take a shower and put on some of your new clothes. REL I don't want to. EMMETT You wouldn't like the alternative. REL (raising his brows) What is the alternative? EMMETT (putting his hand on his chest) My interpretation of 'Always look on the bright side of life'.
Rel gives him a doubtful look, but as Emmett slowly moves his head to and fro and whistle the melody of the song, he's convinced. Hastily he stumbles out of bed to get changed. Emmett is looking after him with a smile. CUT TO: INT. THE NY ASC - JUSTIN'S STUDIO/BEDROOM - EVENING Close up of Justin's mini TV screen. It shows a program on CNN, but the quality's real bad.
JUSTIN I called in sick at Satellite. Steven threw a tantrum.
Change of angle. We see Justin, lying outstretched on the bed, a pillow is stuffed between his back and the bedstead. He's wearing grey tracksuit bottoms and a black polo-neck jumper. He's talking to someone on the phone.
JUSTIN (playing with the remote control) The worst thing is Brian intended to come out here tomorrow and I had to call and cancel.
Cut to Daphne's apartment. She's lying on her couch, legs bend, an open book on her stomach. She's eating nuts from a bowl, which is standing on the floor next to the couch. Her long hair's draped around her head like a corona.
DAPHNE (chewing) That really sucks. Have you tried taking some meds? JUSTIN Apart from cough syrup? Not really. You know that I'm allergic to a lot of this stuff. (He gets a coughing fit) Sorry… So, how are things at Pitts? DAPHNE (holding up her book) Just fabulous. My professors hate me. They inundate me with tons of homework. I barely have time for any fun.
Change to Justin. He uses the remote control to switch off the TV.
JUSTIN Are you seeing someone? DAPHNE I was out with Paul a few times, but that's nothing serious. JUSTIN What's wrong with him? DAPHNE (matter-of-factly) Great butt, no brains. JUSTIN (smiling) I see.
Change to Daphne. She's sitting upright on the couch, the open book is resting on her thighs.
DAPHNE I really miss hanging out with you, you know. Watching TV, talking about boys. (Justin coughs) Maybe I could come out to New York during the winter break. JUSTIN That's a great idea. You will get to know Lou and Vince. We can go ice skating at the Rockefeller Center. DAPHNE (leaning back on the couch) And check out the cute elves walking around.
Justin laughs and ends up coughing again. We hear the doorbell ring through the receiver.
JUSTIN (clears his throat) I have to answer the door, Daph. Can I call you back? DAPHNE Of course. It's not like I'm going anywhere. (picking up her book) I have to spend the night with Al-ge-bra.
Back to Justin. He hangs up and drops his cell onto the bed. Change to the corridor. Justin comes out of his room, heads for the front door and opens. Close up of his face, stunned. Quick flash around him to Brian. He's standing on the doormat, clad in a coat and a suit. His tie's dangling loosely from his collar.
BRIAN (with a broad grin) Hey, honey. I'm home. JUSTIN (surprised) Brian… What are you doing here?
Brian picks up his duffel bag along with a large portfolio and walks in.
BRIAN (easy-going) I happened to be in the neighborhood, so I thought I'd just drop in. (Justin closes the door and looks at him in disbelief. Brian shrugs) I had a pitch in Lower Manhattan. JUSTIN (frowning at him) But this is silly. I told you I'm sick.
Brian drops his bag and the portfolio, grabs Justin's neck and claims his lips for a hello-kiss. Justin immediately responds to that treatment, but has to turn away after a few seconds because he gets another coughing fit.
JUSTIN (breathing heavily) Great. Now you'll get it too and blame me. BRIAN (picks up his bag again) Do you want me to go? JUSTIN (definitely) No. BRIAN (heading for Justin's room) Good, because I intend to stay the whole weekend. JUSTIN (following him) And what are we going to do? I can't go out dancing and my TV causes a permanent headache. (Brian throws his bag onto the bed) Hell, I can't even give you a decent blowjob. BRIAN (regretful) I admit, that limits the options a bit… (He bends down and opens the zipper of his bag) By the way, I brought you something.
He takes out a blue plastic bag and hands it to Justin.
JUSTIN (examining the label) A bag of cough drops? BRIAN I had bought you some flowers, but I thought it wouldn't be conducive to your health when it causes an allergic reaction.
He reaches for his hips and pulls Justin closer to him, who throws the cough drops back on the bed.
JUSTIN (smiling) How thoughtful of you (putting his arms around Brian's neck) God, I wish you could fuck me right now. BRIAN Maybe I could…
He starts kissing his neck, his right hand brushes over Justin's crotch, who closes his eyes and enjoys the touch of Brian's hand and lips. Brian grabs his butt cheeks with both hands and Justin rubs himself against Brian's thigh. His breathing increases and… causes another coughing fit. Brian lets him go.
JUSTIN Fuck. BRIAN (soothing) It was worth a try. JUSTIN (sighs) Seems like this is out of question. (His gaze shift to his TV) Maybe we could watch TV in Vince's room or… (having an idea) Oh, I know. (smiling mischievously) We will do something we never did before. If you dare.
Change to two sports cars racing down a street, the tires sending out sparks as they pass buildings with incredible speed, close to hitting the sidewalk.
JUSTIN You have to slow down or you'll leave the road on the bend… Look out! BRIAN I know how to handle a car. I got my driver's license, when you still drove around with training wheels.
The camera widens up. We see the cars on a medium sized TV screen racing through the city. A game console is sitting on the floor in front of a low table. The camera follows the cables to the control pads. The boys come into view. Brian's sitting on the floor, leaning with his back against the bedstead. He's wearing jeans, a blue shirt and as usual no socks. Justin's lying face down on the bed, close to Brian.
JUSTIN (amused) You've already totaled three cars.
Brian picks up a bowl, which was sitting on the floor next to him and holds it out to Justin without taking his eyes from the screen.
BRIAN Eat a cough drop and be quiet.
Justin suppresses a laugh and takes one. Suddenly his cell phone rings.
JUSTIN (taking the phone out of his trouser pocket - to Brian) Press the pause button. BRIAN (holding up the pad) Which one is it? JUSTIN (taking the call) In the middle.
Change to Daphne's apartment. She's sitting cross-legged on the couch, her book's lying next to her, the empty nuts bowl sitting on top. She wrinkles her brows as she hears the conversation on the other end of the line.
JUSTIN'S VOICE (earpiece) I said middle… (A cough) Easy… Vince will kill me if we damage his sanctuary. DAPHNE (raising her brows) Erm… Justin? JUSTIN Daphne… (remorseful) Sorry, I completely forgot about you. DAPHNE (laughing) That's what every woman loves to hear… What are you doing? JUSTIN (sounding happy) Brian showed up. We're playing 'Need for Speed'.
Change to New York. Brian 'accidentally' presses a button, which continues the game.
BRIAN (letting his car tear up the road again) And I'm going to win. JUSTIN (indignant) Hey!
He has to cough again, but tries to distract Brian nevertheless by covering his eyes with his hand.
DAPHNE I could have sworn with you two it would be a game without the 'p'. (Brian grabs Justin's wrist and continues driving single-handed) Anyway, I think I better leave you boys to yourselves. We'll stay in touch. JUSTIN (trying to free himself from Brian's grip) Bye, Daph…
Justin hangs up. Brian's car crosses the finish line. His side of the screen says: WINNER. Brian lets go off Justin's wrist and puts down the control panel.
BRIAN (turning his head to look at Justin) Okay, what's my prize?
Justin wraps his arms around Brian's neck from behind, his cheek level to Brian's ear.
JUSTIN (smiling) You cheated. BRIAN (puts his hands on Justin's arms - smirking) I just took my chances.
Justin bends forward and kisses him on the lips. Brian responds softly and carefully to prevent another coughing fit. CUT TO: LIBERTY AVENUE - BACK ALLEY OF BABYLON - NIGHT We see a bald-headed guy, leaning against the brick wall. His long-haired opponent is kneeling in front of him, sucking him off. The camera pans over to three guys, one wedged between the other two, kissing and groping each others packages. Next to them a leather daddy is nailing a young blond from behind. Change of angle. Ted enters the alley, the camera circles around him. He's looking at a black haired, bearded guy, who's leaning casually against the wall. They exchange glances. Ted comes over.
GUY (in a low voice) What do you need? Special K? X? TED (nervously taking a look around) Tina. GUY Haven't seen her in a while, have you? (Ted presses his lips together and shakes his head no) They all come back sooner or later.
Ted frowns. The memory comes back with a flash. He sees Jonathan sitting in the circle during his last group meeting in rehab.
JONATHAN (pessimistic) I said he'll be back. TED Sure, for group, as an out-patient. JONATHAN I mean back using.
Back to present. The dealer's holding out his hand.
DEALER (getting impatient) I said sixty.
Ted looks at the outstretched hand, then up to the guy.
TED (firmly) I changed my mind. DEALER (in disbelief) What? TED (bitter) He was the one who took him away from me. I was happy once in my life. Really happy, you know. And then this asshole came along and had to fuck it up. (clenching his fists) It's all his fault. DEALER (hissing) Keep it down. TED (angry) It's not fair. He'll get away with unsoundness of mind. What's wrong with this fucking world?
Suddenly the expression on the guy's face changes. Obviously he thought of a way to use the opportunity.
DEALER Do you wanna do justice? Do you want him to pay for it? (With a sly grin) Maybe I can help you.
Quick flash over Ted's shoulder up to the street. Hunter's walking down the lane. We follow him as he turns around the corner and heads for the entrance of Babylon. Instead of joining the back of the queue, he tries to enter the club directly. A strong hand grabs his shoulder. Hunter's looking in the grim face of a muscular doorman.
DOORMAN Going somewhere? HUNTER (bold) I wanna see the manager. DOORMAN (ironic) And I want a Jaguar, a luxury yacht and twenty million dollars. (shoving him aside) Back off! HUNTER (furious) Hey, you fuckin' asshole.
The doorman takes a menacing step into his direction. Cursing, Hunter turns around and bumps into a middle-aged, brunette man with sparse hair. He's wearing an Armani suit under his coat.
ARMANI-GUY Easy, boy! (Hunter turns to look at him. The man gives him a friendly smile) What's the problem? HUNTER (glaring at the doorman) I just want to talk to the manager, but this fucking prick won't let me in. ARMANI-GUY Stuart Walters? What do you want from him? HUNTER (curtly) That's none of your business. ARMANI-GUY (unimpressed) Well, maybe I can be of assistance.
He gives him an encouraging clap on the shoulder. Hunter watches him walking up to the doorman. They exchange a few words, then the Armani-guy turns around and beckons him over. Hunter hesitates, but decides to take his chance. He follows the guy inside, taking us with him. Red and blue lights are surrounding us. They're playing Save My Soul by Kristine W. Hunter and the Armani-guy pave their way through the crowd, but as they pass the bar the camera suddenly pans over to the dancers. Emmett comes into view. He's dancing with his hands up in the air. Next to him Rel is having the time of his life. His moves are a bit awkward, but the guys don't care because he's looking really cute in his jeans and his tight black t-shirt. He puts his arms around his current dancing partner. Emmett taps him on the shoulder and brings his mouth to his ear.
EMMETT (shouting) I'm over at the bar. I need something to drink.
Rel nods and resumes pressing his crotch against the other boy's thigh. Emmett fights his way through the dancers and squeezes himself between a bear and a muscular brunette, standing the bar.
EMMETT (shouting over to the barkeeper) A cosmo!
As he bends onto the counter, the guy to his right turns to look at him. It's Drew.
DREW (pleased) Hey, Emmett. EMMETT (exited) Oh my God! Drew. Hey! (He throws his arms around him and gives him a kiss on the cheek) You're looking fabulous. DREW Thanks, you too. EMMETT I saw your last game. (Drew raises a brow in surprise) Well, I was skipping through the channels and… Anyway, you were great. DREW (sighs) The coach didn't think so (interested) So, how are you? EMMETT I'm fine. (with a hint of pride) I'm currently working for Senator Hayward. It's an interesting job. I would really enjoy it, if it wasn't for the dragon. DREW (raising his brows) The dragon? EMMETT (with a dismissive gesture) Never mind.
The barkeeper puts their drinks in front of him. Drew nods and hands him the money.
DREW (addressing Emmett) Listen, why don't you join us. We've obtained a seat in the VIP-lounge. EMMETT (surprised) We? DREW Me and Lloyd. My boyfriend.
The smile on Emmett's face fades immediately.
EMMETT (echoing) Your boyfriend… (He clears his throat) Erm, no thanks. I'm with someone, actually. DREW (disappointed) Oh, okay… (He shrugs) Well, in case you change your mind, you know where to find us.
He waves him goodbye, takes the drinks and leaves. Emmett watches him disappear among the dancers with a really sad expression on his face. His turns his gaze back to his drink.
REL (comes up from behind - putting his arms around Emmett's shoulders) Hey! This is so great. Who needs a car mechanic, when you can dance with all those beautiful guys? Crisis is officially over. EMMETT (gloomy) That's a good thing, honey, 'cause mine is about to begin. (He turns around) Sorry, I don't feel like dancing anymore. Let's go home. REL (protesting) But we just came here. I don't want to leave now. EMMETT (suddenly getting angry) I think I should warn you. I'm not all peaches and cream, you know. I do have a darker side and believe me it's not pretty. REL (wrinkling his brows) Marlon Brando in The Godfather? EMMETT Elizabeth Hurley in Bedazzled. (They're both laughing) Come on.
Rel smiles and follows him in the direction of the exit. As they pass a staircase, the camera moves up in a quick flash to Hunter and Stuart, standing on the gallery opposite each other.
HUNTER (desperate) I really need a job. I would do everything. Even scrubbing the toilets. STUART (shaking his head) I'm sorry. You're not eighteen yet. HUNTER I will be in a few months. STUART (grabs the handrail and puts the other hand on his hip) Come back then. In the meantime you should get back home. I assume your fathers don't know that you're here. HUNTER (shrugs) There's no need to tell them everything (narrowing his eyes) Are you doing this, because Lilly told you about me and you don't want me to date your daughter? STUART I'm doing this because I don't want to fall foul of the law. Now, beat it.
While Hunter is glaring at Stuart, the Armani-guy walks up to them. He's taken off coat and put it over his arm.
STUART (ignoring Hunter) I'm free now. (with a wave of his hand) I have everything prepared in my office. ARMANI-GUY (with a friendly smile) I'll be with you in a minute. (Stuart nods and leaves. The guy turns to Hunter) A shortfall of cash, huh? You're a good looking boy. Shouldn't be a problem for you to make some easy money. HUNTER (feeling uncomfortable) Obviously it's not that easy. Thanks for getting me in.
He's descending the stairs, but has only reached the third step as the guy speaks up.
ARMANI-GUY You look familiar. (Hunter stops and turns to look at him) I think I saw you on the sidewalk two years ago with some (in a meaningful tone) 'friends' of yours. HUNTER (trying to sound convincing) You must be mistaken. ARMANI-GUY (supporting himself on the handrail) My car's parked outside. In case you change your mind.
Hunter stares at him for a moment, then hastily continues his way downstairs., while the Armani-guy is looking after him from above. CUT TO: INT. HOLIDAY INN - RECEPTION DESK - NIGHT A young, blond woman with a lean face is smiling at us. The angle changes and Michael approaches the desk.
RECEPTIONIST (with a forced smile) Good evening, Sir. How can I help you? MICHAEL (uncertain) Erm… I'm looking for Andy. I mean, Andrew Stark. I was supposed to meet him here. RECEPTIONIST (with an inquiring look) Whom should I say? MICHAEL Michael Novotny. RECEPTIONIST One moment please. (She types something on the computer, then picks up the phone and dials, giving Michael her unnatural smile again) Reception Desk. Good evening, Sir. Mr. Novotny's here. (She takes a look at the lobby) Yes, he is. Of course, Sir. (She hangs up) Mr. Stark expects you in his room. MICHAEL Why doesn't he come down? RECEPTIONIST (ignoring his question) Room number five-o-five. (A man steps next to Michael and she turns her attention to him) Good evening, Mr. Simmons. Did you have a nice day?
Frowning, Michael turns around and walks over to the elevator. Change to a corridor. Close up of a door with the number 505. The camera widens up. Michael's standing in front. Hesitantly he stretches forth his hand and knocks. It seems like Andy lied in wait behind the door, because he opens within three seconds.
ANDY Michael. I'm glad you came. (taking a look down the corridor) You're alone? MICHAEL (reserved) Obviously. Ben couldn't make it. Something came up. ANDY (not even trying to hide his delight) Seems like it's just the two of us. MICHAEL (feeling uncomfortable - clears his throat) Are you ready to go? By the way, what restaurant did you choose? ANDY (scratching his head - sounding a bit sheepish) Actually they have a really good cook here. MICHAEL (giving him a suspicious look) Okay, then let's go downstairs.
He turns around, but Andy grabs his shoulder.
ANDY Why don't you come in for a moment?
Before he can say Jack Robinson, Andy pulls Michael inside and closes the door behind him.
MICHAEL (angry) What's wro-
Something in the room catches his eye. Quick flash to the center of the room. Next to the bed is a table, set for two. A white tablecloth, two candles and rose petals on the plates - everything you need for a romantic candle light dinner. Andy walks over to the table.
ANDY I was hoping you would come alone. MICHAEL (taking a few steps back) I better go now… This is just too much. ANDY (with a pleading look) Please, Michael. I know you're married and such, but I haven't been on a date for years. Not since Juan left me. It won't do any harm, if we spend a few hours together. As friends.
He pulls the chair out and gives him a pleading look. Michael sighs.
MICHAEL Alright. As friends.
He comes over and takes a seat. Andy smiles happily. CUT TO: INT. THE NY ASC - JUSTIN'S STUDIO/BEDROOM - NIGHT Close up of Brian's face. His eyes are closed, he's breathing in a steady rhythm. We hear Justin coughing. Slowly, Brian opens his eyes, takes a deep breath and exhales slowly. Change of angle. The camera is looking down at them from above. They're lying in bed, back to back. Justin on the left, Brian on the right side. Justin pulls the blanket tightly around him; he coughs. The angle changes again. Brian comes to lie on his back, he turns his head to take a look at Justin, who's breath is still rattling. Careful not to disturb him, Brian straightens up and pulls the blanket aside. As his feet touch the floor, Justin turns around and looks at him.
JUSTIN (supporting himself with his forearms) Where are you going? BRIAN (turns to look at him) I need a cigarette. Did I wake you? JUSTIN (rubs his face with both hands and yawns) I can't sleep because of the damned cough. (He touches Brian's back) And you can't either. BRIAN Don't worry about me. I'm fine. (He bends over, lets his fingers run through Justin's hair and kisses him on the forehead - softly) Try to get some rest. I'll be right back.
Justin nods and closes his eyes for a moment. Brian gets up and puts on a pair of jeans and a sweater.
JUSTIN Open the window. Lou doesn't like the smoke.
Sleepy, he rests his head on the pillow. Brian grabs his cigarettes from the bedside table and leaves the room. We see him crossing the corridor and entering the kitchen. Blue moonlight is coming through the window, so he doesn't bother to switch on the lights. He tilts the window, sits down on the sill and lights a cigarette. We hear the front door open. Change to the front door. Lou enters the apartment. A good looking, brunette guy with shoulder-length hair and a leather jacket tries to follow her inside, but she turns around and stops him by putting her hand against his shoulder.
LOU (gently) Thanks for the great evening, Jordan. JORDAN (frustrated) But it's over here as usual, isn't it? You never let me in, Lou. It's like bouncing into an invisible wall. (He takes her hand in his and searches her eyes) I love you, Louisa. You're always on my mind. Every time I write a song I'm thinking of you. Tell me what you expect from me. (desperate) What do I have to do to cross the doorstep. LOU (avoiding to look at him) Go home, Jordan. Please. It's better this way. JORDAN (lets her go - determined) I won't give up.
He turns around and leaves. Lou closes the door, takes a few steps into the corridor an leans against the doorframe of the kitchen.
BRIAN Why did you send him away?
Startled, Lou turns to look at him. He's still sitting underneath the window, one leg bend on the sill, his right arm resting on his knee. He takes a drag from his cigarette.
LOU (quietly) Jordan's not like the others. BRIAN (exhales the smoke) You don't want him, because you actually do want him? LOU Have you ever tried to keep something from Justin? (Brian doesn't answer) I don't want Jordan close. There is something about me I don't want him to know.
She slides with her back down the doorjamb and comes to sit on the floor, leaning her head against the wooden frame. Brian takes another drag from his cigarette and watches her. For a moment nobody says a word. Slowly, he exhales the smoke.
LOU (suddenly starting to speak in a clear voice) My mother took pills to help her rest. One day they helped her rest forever. My father married again. I neither liked my stepmother nor the child she had with my father. Matthew. (She turns her head to look at Brian) Although I've never been nice to him, he somehow adored me and followed me everywhere. He was a real pain in the ass.
Brian smiles and stubs out his cigarette in the ashtray.
LOU (swallows) I never told somebody before. Not even Vince… (She bends her legs and wraps her arms around her knees) It was December the seventeenth, 1992. I was twelve years old. I went ice skating on the lake. My father told me not to. The ice was not thick enough, but I didn't listen. (Her voice wavers a bit) I knew Matthew was following me, but I didn't care. He was afraid to step on the ice. I made fun of him, called him a coward. That always got him going. (Brian is watching her in silence) He made fifteen meters before the ice gave way.
She's fighting to keep her voice steady, her eyes get teary.
LOU He couldn't swim and the water was so cold. I tried to reach him, but his wet hand slipped through my fingers. I screamed his name, as he vanished into the depth. He was only seven years old.
Tears are running down her face now.
LOU (takes a deep breath and exhales slowly) I will never forget the look on my father's face. I knew that was the moment he stopped loving me. Tell me, how can something like that be forgiven?
Brian looks at her long and intensely.
BRIAN Maybe you have to forgive yourself first (to himself) Jesus, I'm sounding like a fucking therapist. LOU (half laughing) Yes, you do (grateful) Thanks. BRIAN For what? LOU (calm) For just listening. For not saying it wasn't my fault.
Brian nods slowly. Somebody knocks on the front door. Lou hastily wipes away her tears and gets up to let Vince in. Brian slides down the sill and empties the ashtray over the dustbin, which is standing next to the bench. Lou comes back, Vince in tow.
VINCE (not thrilled as he spots Brian) Oh, I didn't know we had an important guest. LOU (to Vince) Shut up and sit down. BRIAN (sits down on the bench and gives Vince a smile) Seems like the cowboy had a bad ride.
Vince is about to give a reply, as Justin walks into the kitchen, his blanket wrapped around his shoulders like a Greek toga.
JUSTIN (rubs his eyes) What is everybody doing in the kitchen?
Vince swallows the nasty remark and drops down on a chair at the lower end of the table.
LOU (gives Justin a smile) We're having a late midnight kitchen party. JUSTIN (coughing) Sounds great.
He walks over to Brian, who makes way for him, and sits down on the bench. Brian lifts his arm, so Justin can snuggle up to him. He rests his head against Brian's shoulder, who puts his arm around him and kisses him on the temple.
LOU (opens the fridge - taking out a milk carton) I'll make you hot milk and honey with some special ingredients. JUSTIN (with a muffled voice) I bet it will taste awful. BRIAN (looking down at him) Good. Would serve you right. You were the one who made me drink yak shit once. JUSTIN (protesting) But with best intentions. LOU (taking a mug out of wall-cupboard) Yak shit? Gross, I don't want to know. VINCE That reminds me of the guy from Asia, who was wearing this ugly, knitted pullovers.
As Vince's chattering continues, Lou looks at Brian over her shoulder. He bends forward and uses his cigarette lighter to light the small candle of the tea-warmer, which is standing on the tabletop. Lou gives him a grateful smile. The camera slowly retreats and we can take a last look at them. Vince seems relaxed, he's laughing. Justin's still lying in Brian's arm, who's slightly patting his shoulder. Lou's pours some milk into a mug and wipes a last remaining tear from the corner of her eye. CUT TO: INT. CARL'S CAR - NIGHT We see the street through a windscreen. The angle changes. Carl's driving. Debbie's sitting on the passengers seat, nervously scanning the sidewalks and the entrances to the houses.
CARL Let's drive back home. That's pointless. We won't find him tonight. DEBBIE (determined) We have to. I promised to look after him and I don't want to tell Brian that I lost this dog. I would never hear the end of it. CARL (sighing) We've searched half of the town, he could be everywhere. DEBBIE (pensive) If you were a dog, where would you go? CARL (grumpy) I'm not a dog. I'm hungry and I'm tired. So can we please drive home? DEBBIE (snapping her fingers) Of course. That's it. Ha! (She laughs) I know, where he might be. Turn left. CARL (moaning) Debbie. DEBBIE (disapproving) Don't tell me you've never been involved in a chase once in your life. What kind of cop are you? Step on it!
Defeated, Carl obeys. The car vanishes around the corner. Change to Six Fuller/Corner of Tremont. The car comes down the lane and stops in front of the building. In the dim light of the streetlamp we see Buster lying in front of the entrance, head on his paws. Debbie and Carl get out of the car.
DEBBIE (pointing at Buster - triumphantly) Men are so predictable. CARL I would call it reliable. DEBBIE (walking over to the dog) Lost and found.
Buster gets up and wags his tail, as Debbie bends down to him.
DEBBIE (hooking the leash to the dog's collar) You are officially under arrest. (straightens up) Carl, inform him of his legal rights. (Suddenly Buster raises his shackles and starts to growl) Stop it!
Uneasy, Carl turns around and scans the other side of the street. Buster gives a bark and pulls on the leash.
DEBBIE (holding onto the leash with both hands) Hey, what's gotten into you?
A shadow moves in the entrance to the building opposite and vanishes around the corner. Buster calms down, but a growl's still rumbling in his throat.
CARL (turns around -frowning) I guess, somebody was watching us or at least the street. DEBBIE (shrugs) Maybe there wasn't anything interesting on TV tonight.
CUT TO: INT. HAYWARD MANSION - NIGHT Rel's Porsche Boxster is coming down the gravel path and stops in front of the side entrance. The boys get out of the car, Rel activates the central locking.
REL (still in high spirits) That was so cool. I can still feel the beat pulsing in my body. EMMETT (smiling) Yes, the good old thumpa thumpa.
They're descending the stairs to the servants entrance.
REL And the guys were so hot. Did you see the blonde with the tattoo? He was to die for. (Emmett unlocks the door) Emmett, are you listening? EMMETT (opening the door) Sorry, sweetie. I've got something else on my mind.
They've just stepped into the dark kitchen as somebody presses the light switch. They both blink, dazzled by the bright light. Senator Hayward is standing next to a counter, arms crossed over his chest. He's a man in his forties, with light brown hair and delicately chiseled features.
REL (shocked) Dad. What are you doing here? SEN. HAYWARD That's exactly my question. (angry) Where the hell have you been? EMMETT (cutting in) Mr. Hayward, I can explain this. SEN. HAYWARD (frowning at him) And who are you? EMMETT Emmett Honeycutt. Mr. Carlyle hired me for the organization of the banquets (The senator seems to remember) You see, Rel was feeling a bit depressed and I took him out dancing to cheer him up. REL (takes a step into the direction of his father) I had fun tonight, dad. It was really great. SEN. HAYWARD (icy) You're grounded. REL (furious) I'm sick of it! I'm sick of being held prisoner in this house. I'm eighteen years old. When will my life belong to me?! EMMETT (touching his shoulder) Calm down. SEN. HAYWARD I'm just trying to protect you. REL From what?! (He snorts) You just don't want me to become like Thom, do you? Well, I'm afraid I'm not the perfect son either. SEN. HAYWARD (raising a brow) What are you talking about? REL (braces himself) I'm gay, dad. (His father makes a sound of disbelief) I'm serious. I like guys.
He holds his fathers gaze, head up high. Slowly it's dawning on the senator that his son just came out to him.
SEN. HAYWARD (with a helpless expression on his face) That's not true. (pointing at Emmett) You're not like him. You're not a faggot. EMMETT (passionately) I may be a faggot, but at least I'm not a hypocritical father who pretends to care for his children when in fact all he cares about is himself. SEN. HAYWARD (narrowing his eyes) You are fired. ALBERTA He has a point, Philip.
They all turn to look. Alberta's standing in the middle of the room, wearing a surprisingly modern nightgown. Her almost grey hair isn't as neatly done as usual.
ALBERTA (addressing the senator - calmly) Mr. Honeycutt has spent more time with Rel in the past four weeks, than you did in the last four years. You barely know your own son.
The senator looks at her without saying a word. Neither Emmett nor Rel dare to move. Finally the senator finds his tongue again.
SEN. HAYWARD You're right. (to Rel) I'm sorry. ALBERTA It's late. I think it's time for bed now. Things are easier to discuss after a good night's sleep.
Nobody objects. Rel turns around and embraces Emmett.
REL Thanks for making me look on the bright side. EMMETT (hugging him back) You're welcome, baby.
Rel leaves the kitchen with a sidelong glance at his father, who hardly looks at him. Alberta clears her throat.
ALBERTA Is there something you'd like to say to Mr. Honeycutt, Philip? SEN. HAYWARD (muttering) Don't be late for work.
He heads for the corridor, leaving Emmett and Alberta to themselves.
EMMETT (impressed) Mrs. Higgins, I'm speechless. ALBERTA I assume that doesn't happen very often. By the way, you can call me Alberta.
She walks over to one of the wall-cupboards and takes out two glasses and a bottle of scotch.
ALBERTA (puts the glasses on the counter) I don't like to celebrate by myself. Would you have a drink with me? EMMETT I could use one.
She pours some scotch into the glasses and hand Emmett a drink.
ALBERTA (with a friendly smile) Armistice?
Emmett nods and they clink their glasses. CUT TO: INT. THE NY ASC - JUSTIN'S STUDIO/BEDROOM - NIGHT The door opens and Justin walks in, still wrapped up in his blanket. Brian follows in a short distance.
JUSTIN (shaking his head) I can't believe Vince took three of her pills. BRIAN (taking off his sweater - grinning) It probably didn't help his headache, but at least he was spared an unwanted pregnancy. JUSTIN (over his shoulder - with a meaningful glance) He said he couldn't get a boner for two days. BRIAN (shrugs - opening the zipper of his jeans) I assume that's a general problem of his.
Justin is standing in front of the bed. He turns around to look at Brian and gives him a Sunshine smile. Quick flash to the memory of Justin's prom. They're down in the underground car park. Chris comes after Justin with the bat. Brian screams Justin's name, Chris sways. A thud and Justin falls down, followed by the light sound of the bat, hitting the ground. Quick flash back to reality. Brian closes his eyes and sucks in his breath.
JUSTIN (concerned) Brian… What's wrong? BRIAN Just an old scar. JUSTIN (comes over - touching Brian's waist) From surgery? BRIAN (shakes his head) No, an older one. Aches from time to time, but I guess I have to live with it. (He gives him a peck on the lips) Let's go to bed.
Justin accepts the answer and doesn't ask further questions. He nods and turns around, letting the blanket come off his shoulders and drops it on the bed. Arms come up from behind and wrap themselves around Justin's naked torso. The camera widens up. Brian's standing behind Justin. He kisses his neck.
JUSTIN What are you doing?
Brian buries his nose in Justin's hair, then lets his lips brush over the sensitive skin of his neck down to the shoulder.
BRIAN (bringing his lips to Justin's ear) You smell of Vic's Vapor Rub. JUSTIN (turns around and puts his arms around Brian's neck) Have a taste of Lou's disgusting concoction.
They sharing a short, French kiss. Then Justin lets him go, but Brian's hands are still resting on Justin's waist.
BRIAN (vividly remembering) Your Chinese tea was worse.
Justin laughs and gets a coughing fit again.
JUSTIN Maybe I should spend the night in Lou's bed. She offered to share a room with Vince. (Brian shakes his head no) But you won't get any sleep. BRIAN (letting his fingers run through Justin's hair) I can sleep when I'm dead.
Justin smiles and gets on the bed. Brian takes off his jeans and joins him, so that they're lying chest to back. He covers them with the blankets. CUT TO: HOLIDAY INN - INT. ROOM 505 - NIGHT Close up of two burning candles. The camera widens up while it pans over the table to Michael, who's sitting backwards on a chair, a glass of wine in his hand. Andy has placed himself on the bed.
MICHAEL As Lisa realized I was gay, she ran into the bathroom to throw up. (snorts) She said it was the chicken. ANDY (amused) It wasn't your fault she had a crush on you… Anyway, I don't remember who became King and Queen that night. MICHAEL (without hesitation) Missy Caldwell and Todd 'the idiot' Beaver. (He has a sip of wine) I was so relieved they didn't announce Brian's name. ANDY (raising his brows) Why? MICHAEL (matter-of-factly) Because they would have noticed his absence and asked (pointing at his own chest) me about his whereabouts. And we both know I couldn't have told them what he was doing. ANDY (touching the blanket - smiling) Fucking me on this very bed. (He turns to look at Michael) Do you remember our first time? In that empty hospital room? The sun was setting and everything was just perfect. MICHAEL (laughing) Until you knocked us off the bed. ANDY (getting up from the bed) And then… (He comes to kneels in front of Michael. The tone of his voice changes) We were touching like this.
He takes the glass out of Michael's hand and puts it on the floor. He start to rub Michael's cock through the fabric of his trousers.
MICHAEL (wrinkling his brows) Andy, what you're doing? ANDY (bringing his lips to Michael's) I'm kissing you. MICHAEL (pulling back) You said you wouldn't. ANDY I lied.
He grabs his neck and attacks Michael's mouth with lips and tongue. Music sets in. Evanescene - Lose Control. Andy gets to his feet and pulls Michael up from the chair. They start undressing each other while they're moving towards the bed, kissing and touching hungrily. Change to an old freight depot. Ted and the dealer from earlier are emerging from behind a railroad carriage. The dealer walks up to a shady guy with a greasy leather coat. He's wearing his long red hair in a ponytail. The dealer whispers something in his ear, while he's pointing at Ted. Cut to the entrance of Babylon. Stuart and the Armani-guy step out of the club. They briefly shake hands, then the guy turns to the right and leaves Stuart behind. After a few steps he comes to a halt, his gaze turns to the other side of the street. We see Hunter, leaning against the brick wall, hands in his pockets, looking over to us. Back to Michael and Andy. They're lying bare-chested on the bed. Andy's above Michael. He opens the buckle of Michael's belt, who wraps his arms around the upper part of Andy's body and kisses his neck. The fright depot. Ted is now standing next to the redhead. He hands him something. Close up of Ted's palm. He's holding an ampoule, which contains a colourless liquid. In front of Babylon. The Armani-guy gets in his car. Hunter's standing in the open passenger door, but hesitates for a moment. He gets in. The engine starts to roar and the car leaves the parking lot. The camera pans over to Stuart, looking after them with a frown. Holiday Inn. Michael's on his knees, completely naked, holding onto the bedpost. He lifts his left arm and touches Andy's shoulder, who's fucking him from behind. FADE TO BLACK Evanescene - Lose Control […] Just once in my life, I think it'd be nice, Just to lose control, just once, With all the pretty flowers in the dust. Mary had a lamb. His eyes black as coals. If we play very quiet, my lamb, Mary never has to know. Just once in my life, I think it'd be nice, Just to lose control, just once. If I cut you down to a thing I can use, I fear there will be nothing good left of you. Directed by CleverDevil Story by CleverDevil Developed by Ron Cowen & Daniel Lipman Based on the British Series Created by Russell T Davies Starring (in alphabetical order) Robert Gant Randy Harrison Gale Harold Scott Lovell Peter Paige Hal Sparks and Sharon Gless as Debbie Guest Starring Peter McNeill Harris Allan Dean Armstrong Matt Bataglia Makyla Smith Executive Story Editor galefan4ever Music Supervision CleverDevil Additional Cast (in order of appearance) Jonathan - Jake Simons Simon Caswell - Channing Mitchell **** Queer as Folk and all its characters (despite the few I created) are property of CowLip and Showtime. The character of Andrew Stark was taken from the novels Every nine seconds and Never tear us apart by Joseph and Quinn Brockton. No copyright infringement is intended. Author's note: Okay, it may have been foreseeable what I was going to do with Michael and Andy, but I thought it would be interesting to see how Michael and Ben would handle a situation like this.
TRAILER EPISODE 6.06
Music - Exhale slowly by Bootsy Mc Queen queer as folk The Holiday Inn - Room Five-o-Five. Michael's standing in front of the bed, passing his hand through his damp hair: "I have no idea how to tell Ben." Andy gets up from the bed and approaches him, the upper part of his body wrapped up in the blanket. "Then don't tell him." Touching Michael's chest. "He doesn't need to know." Hunter is standing on the stairwell in the living room. He's shouting at Ben: "I'm almost eighteen. Don't fucking tell me what to do!" The NY ASC. Justin bends over Brian's heaving chest and lets the cumtowel drop to the floor. He kneels at Brian's side, smiling down at him. "I'm feeling better." Brian: "Me too." Senator Hayward's office. The senator is sitting behind his desk. He's looking at Robert Carlyle, who's standing opposite him. Senator Hayward: 'Didn't you say hiring this queer guy from the news would calm down the voters, who were upset because of the bombing and show that we don't support such drastic measures? That we are able to interact with them and go about this in a civilized way?" Robert: "That was the general idea. And it worked." Emmett's standing at the half opened door. Close up of his fingers. He's squeezing the door-handle so hard, that his knuckles turn white. Split Screen. Michael and Andy are having a telephone conversation. Andy: "Did your husband threatened to kill me?" Michael, with a quick and uncomfortable look upstairs. "There hasn't been the opportunity to tell him yet." Kinnetik. Ted's talking to somebody on the phone. Female voice: "Do you want me to write down a message?" Ted: "No thanks. This one has to be delivered in person." Brian and Justin are lying on a bed in a furniture shop. They're facing each other. Brian: "Don't turn around. Somebody is watching us. Emmett's standing in front of the Senator's desk. Emmett: "Does being a politician means to sacrifice humanity?" Senator Hayward: "Sometimes you have to put aside personal feelings." Lou, Justin and Brian are in the kitchen of the NY ASC. Lou, desperately: "What if he ends up in hospital? What if he beats him to death?" Red Cape Comics. Michael presses himself against the shop door, as Andy bends forward and kisses him softly on the lips. Allegheny High. Lilly's standing in the corridor, talking to somebody on her cell. "I need your help. It's an emergency." Jonathan's lying on some sort of a hospital bed. His back turned towards us. Ted's hand slides into his pockets. He takes out the small ampoule and the syringe. Justin's in a restaurant, talking with somebody on his cell phone. In the background we see Brian sitting at a table with Austin Conway and Simon Caswell. We hear Vince voice through the receiver. He's obviously in panic: "Justin?" Justin: "Vince, what's wrong? Vince, with a breaking voice: "I didn't mean to. You have to believe me. I said no, but he wouldn't listen." queer as folk Adult content, graphic language, nudity, strong sexual content, violence SHOWTIME - NO LIMITS