QUEER AS FOLK EPISODE 6.03 – MASQUERADE Original Postdate: 04-18-07 ORIGINAL SERIES CREATED BY RON COWEN & DANIEL LIPMAN WRITTEN AND DIRECTED BY CLEVERDEVIL Feel free to save to your computer, but please don’t repost it anywhere. ========================== 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: OUTSIDE BABYLON - SIDE ALLEY - NIGHT The camera slides along the waiting people lined up in front of the entrance. Some of them are wearing clothes in the style of the Seventies and Eighties underneath their jackets. We reach the two doormen, who are checking the tickets. The angle changes, so we can take a look at the queue. It's so long, you can't see the end of it.
DOORMAN 1 (checking a ticket) Okay, you can get in.
The guy steps inside and takes us with him. The very moment we pass the doors it seems like we jumped back in time. It's Studio 54 party. The decoration, the lights, even the posters on the walls are relicts from the great disco era. We enter the main room. A huge disco ball is hanging from the ceiling, rotating and reflecting the flashing lights. We're taken to the bar. The garments of the bartenders only consist of a pair of skin-tight jeans. Glitter is covering their chests and their hair. There are waiters on rollerblades, skating around, serving drinks on silver trays. All of them are young and handsome. Fresh meat in silver hot pants. The music changes to Born to be alive by Patrick Hernandez. A reproduction of the man in the moon with the spoon is placed in the middle of the dance floor, two boys are sitting on the lower end and making out. We see Emmett dancing in a pair of white bell-bottoms and a colourful shirt. He's obviously having a great time. The camera follows one of the rollerblading waiters. He stops at the bar to top up his tray. Somebody snatches the last remaining drink. It's Brian. The waiter smiles and bends over the bar in order to give him the opportunity to admire his well-rounded butt. And the hot pants are very short.
BRIAN (takes a sip - turning to his right) You know, I really have to give this Stuart credit.
The camera winds up, we see Michael standing next to him.
MICHAEL (slightly moving to the beat) Yeah, this party's one of the best in years. BRIAN The tickets are sold out and there are still people lining up the block, begging to get in. MICHAEL It's pretty unbelievable considering the guy is straight. BRIAN (surprised) What do you mean - straight? MICHAEL (uncertain) Erm.. Ted did tell you, didn't he? BRIAN (frowning) No. But no straight guy would be able to come up with an idea like this. MICHAEL (shrugging) Why not? You don't have to be gay to know about Studio 54. BRIAN (with a meaningful glance) He got the waiters and chose their uniforms. MICHAEL Good point.
Emmett jumps into the picture and puts his arm around Michael's shoulders.
EMMETT (panting) Uh.. I have to catch my breath. MICHAEL You were out there for nearly half an hour. EMMETT (still moving to the beat) Well, I've got my dancing shoes on today. Why don't you join me? BRIAN (puts his hand on Michael's back) Yeah, Mikey. Feel free to sway your hips on the dance floor. MICHAEL What about you? I thought you liked butts in motion. BRIAN (handing his drink to Emmett) I do. That's why I'll leave you now. I have to check on my staff.
He pokes his tongue into his cheek and smirks. The camera follows him as he leaves the boys behind. He's on his way to the VIP lounge, when he suddenly spots Ted, who's shouting at one of the bartenders. Brian walks over to them.
TED (wildly waving about a clipboard) You was just supposed to count some fucking bottles and write down their number. A third-grader would be able to do that. BARTENDER (contritely) I'm sorry, I switched the digits by accident. BRIAN (putting his hand on Ted's shoulder) Hey boys, what's the matter? TED (pointing at the bartender) We're running short of vodka thanks to lame-brain. BARTENDER (annoyed) I told you it was an accident. BRIAN (addressing the bartender) You better get back to work, if you prefer to keep your job. (He leads Ted away from the bar) Listen, Theodore. You don't have to take care of these things anymore. That's what I pay Stuart for. TED (sighs) I know. BRIAN Maybe you should take a few days off. Spend some time with Blake. TED (raises his hands) No, there's too much to do right now. Especially since my boss is going to leave for New York this weekend. BRIAN (drawing nearer) A word of advice, Theodore. If you wanna make up an excuse, make it a good one.
He gives him a friendly squeeze and leaves. Ted looks after him with an unhappy expression on his face. The camera slowly retreats. CUT TO: INT. THE NY APARTEMENT-SHARING-COMMUNITY - DAY Justin's shuffling along the corridor. Apparently he just tumbled out of bed, since he's only wearing his pyjama pants. Yawning, he walks around the corner into the bathroom. A naked guy is standing in front of the toilet, his back turned towards us. He's got light brown hair, his body's in a good shape and the picture of a demon is tattooed on his left shoulder blade.
JUSTIN (confused) Uh.. Sorry, I didn't know someone was in here. DEMON-GUY (looking over his shoulder - scrutinizing Justin) That's okay.
With quick glance at the guy's butt, Justin turns around and walks over to the kitchen. Lou, dressed in a trouser suit, is sitting cross-legged on the bench, studying a magazine. She's wearing her hair in a ponytail.
JUSTIN (walking over to the refrigerator) Hey, Lou. LOU (looking up from her reading) Morning, Sunshine. JUSTIN (takes out a bottle of orange juice) Does the guy in the bathroom belong to you or to Vince? LOU Black hair, six inches and a Spanish accent? JUSTIN (taking a seat next to her) Brown hair, great ass, tattooed. LOU Not mine then. (Justin opens the screw top of the juice bottle, Lou puts her empty glass in front to him) That's what God made glasses for.
Justin rolls his eyes and pours some juice into the glass.
JUSTIN (bending towards her) What are you reading? LOU (turns the pages so we can see the cover - it's The Economist) It's research. For work. (She puts the magazine aside - with an enquiring look) Are you going to earn some money today too? The electricity bill is due to next week. JUSTIN (takes a sip from the orange juice) My next shift's on Thursday, but Michael sent me the draft on the storyline for the next Rage issue. LOU I assume you won't get paid in advance.
Justin shakes his head no. The demon guy walks into the kitchen. He's put on a pair of jeans.
DEMON-GUY Hey, I'm Shane. Vince's boyfriend. JUSTIN (with a friendly wave) Hi Shane. I'm Justin and this is Lou. LOU (frosty) Louisa.
Justin gives her an irritated look. Vince enters the kitchen. He's wearing just black briefs and a matching leather jacket. He slides his arms around Shane's waist and kisses him on the shoulder.
VINCE (purring) Hey, why did you sneak out of bed? SHANE (turns around and pulls him in a tight embrace) I didn't want to wake you. (They share an intense kiss) Listen, I've gotta go back to the studio. VINCE (failing to hide his disappointment) Oh, okay.
He takes off the leather jacket and hands it to Shane.
SHANE (puts on the jacket - waving a short goodbye) Was nice to meet you, guys.
He gives Vince a smack on the butt and leaves. Vince drops onto the chair next to Justin and sighs.
JUSTIN (nudging his shoulder) Hey, Vince. Where did you find him? VINCE (with a dreamy expression on his face) He's a professional photographer. I met him two days ago as I delivered a Four Seasons to his studio, but he preferred to eat my ass instead of the pizza. LOU (sounding a bit ill-tempered) I didn't know you could get special toppings at Angelo's. JUSTIN (cheery) I think it's great you've got a boyfriend. He seems to be a nice guy. VINCE Lou?
He's looking at her expectantly.
LOU (pointing at the coffeepot) Do you want some coffee? VINCE (getting a bit impatient) What do you think of Shane? JUSTIN Lou, what's wrong? VINCE (gets up - angry) Oh, don't bother, Justin. I already know. She doesn't like him. (Lou presses her lips together) So, what's it this time? Too old, too tall, to successful? LOU (defensive) It's just a feeling, okay? I can't name it. VINCE (furious) Fine. It doesn't matter anyway, 'cause I don't need your approval.
He turns on his heels and storms out of the kitchen.
JUSTIN (frowning) He's right, you know? Why can't you just be happy for him? LOU (sighs) Because I'm an overprotective, cold-hearted bitch.. (in a low voice) I just don't want him hurt. JUSTIN He's a grown-up. He can look after himself. LOU I do hope so. I really do.
Close up of her face. She's looking worried. CUT TO: INT. KINNETIK - DAY Music: Time warp - Rocky Horror Picture Show We see Buster jumping to the left and then back again. The angle changes to his point of view. A bunch of Kinnetik employees is moving to the left and back to the right, but on whatever direction they decide, the dog's is faster. The camera zooms up. The people are standing densely packed with their backs towards a desk. The music is cut off. Cynthia comes into view. She's crossed her arms over her chest and shakes her head, then walks over to Brian's office.
CYNTHIA (opens the door and pokes her head inside) Brian, could you take a look at something? Just for a second. BRIAN (obviously approaching - grouchy) That better be important. I've got a shit load of work to… (He steps out of his office and is greeted by a panting Buster, proudly standing in front of his 'flock').. do. CYNTHIA (pointing over to Buster - matter-of-factly) Well, you're not the only one. Please be so kind and whistle back your beast, so we can all get back to work. BRIAN (snaps his fingers) Buster.
The dog comes over without hesitation, wagging his tail.
CYNTHIA Thanks.
She walks over to her desk and sits down on her swivel chair.
BRIAN (addressing his intimidated staff) What are you waiting for? Move it! (He heads back into his office - shaking his head) What a bunch of sissies.
Buster trudges over to his blanket next to the couch and starts drinking from his water bowl.
BRIAN (frowning at the dog) I knew it was a mistake to keep you.
He sits down on his chair. After a short moment, he presses the button for the loudspeaker and dials a number. Somebody takes the call. It's Megan, we hear her voice through the speaker.
MEGAN The Seeing Eye. Megan Porter. BRIAN Hey, it's Brian Kinney. Listen, I've got a problem with your dog. MEGAN (worried) What's wrong? BRIAN (looking over to Buster) He keeps my staff from working. Herds them like kettle. (Megan laughs) What's so funny? MEGAN (soothing) I said he was unusual for his breed, I didn't say he was a Golden Retriever. You see, a Border Collie is a herding dog. It's in his blood. BRIAN So what am I supposed to do? MEGAN He needs a task. Give him something to do. BRIAN Like what? MEGAN Retrieving, pulling, running. Whatever requires physical and mental exertion. In the winter he used to pull the sleds for the kids. I even taught him the commands. He's really quick to learn. BRIAN (sarcastic) Hooray for him. MEGAN (optimistic) You'll think of something.
Buster comes to sit in front of Brian's desk. He cocks his head. Brian leans back in his chair and sighs. CUT TO: EXT. HAYWARD MANSION - DAY Emmett is descending the stairs to the side entrance. He's wearing a coat, a rainbow coloured scarf and a flat cap. As he searches his pockets for his key, he hears somebody talking. The camera turns around the corner and we see Rel, standing next to a black Porsche Boxster, talking to a good-looking guy with short black hair, who's dressed in jeans and a blue wool sweater.
GUY (examining a dent in the left wing) How'd you do it this time? REL (hands in his pockets - shrugging) I don't know. I guess I was stoned. GUY (straightens up) Well, either you're the world's worst driver, which I personally doubt, or you're doing it on purpose. REL (looking down) It's just because of my dad. GUY (frowning at him) Oh, don't tell me you're one of them. (Rel gives him a questioning look) One of those poor little rich kids, who have nothing else to do than bitch about how daddy doesn't love them enough. REL I'm not like that. GUY No, of course not.
He takes the car keys out of Rel's hand and opens the door of the driver's side.
REL (touching his arm) Josh. JOSH (turning around) What? REL (drawing back his hand) I.. I just.. It's.. (Josh looks at him expectantly) When should I pick up the car? JOSH (grouchy) Thursday afternoon.
Rel nods and watches Josh, getting in the driver's seat. The engine starts with a roar as Josh steps on the accelerator. Gravel sprays aside, the car turns right and leaves the driveway.
REL (looking after him - quietly) I love you. EMMETT (coming up behind him) He has no idea, does he? (Rel turns around with a start) Sorry for sneaking up on you. REL Never mind. It's nothing. (hanging his head) He barely notices me. EMMETT And damaging your car is the best way to draw his attention? REL (unhappy) The only one I could think of, but it won't work anymore. Even my father will get mistrustful if I hit the pillar at the entrance a fourth time… (desperate) I want him so badly, I just don't know what to do. EMMETT (gently shoving the long hair out of Rel's face) We should help him discover the clever, handsome guy who's hiding underneath these baggy clothes and the flokati you call a hairstyle. (He puts his arms around Rel's shoulders) Have you ever heard about a place called Liberty Avenue?
Rel shakes his head no. CUT TO: INT. TED'S CONDO - EVENING Ted's coming home from work. When he opens the door, he's greeted by the sight of Blake, who's busy with cooking. He's set up a table for two with candles and wine.
BLAKE (with a smile) Welcome home. TED (not very enthusiastic) Well, thanks.. Did we have a date that I completely forgot about?
Ted takes his coat off and puts it over the back of the chair. Blake comes over with a bowl of steaming vegetables.
BLAKE (gives him a peck on the mouth - placing the bowl on the table) No, it was sort of spontaneous. TED Don't you have to take a rest? It's been only a few days since… BLAKE (quickly cutting him off) I'm okay. Don't worry.
He puts his arms around Ted's waist and kisses him in earnest, but Ted doesn't respond like he used to. His body stiffens and he breaks the kiss very quickly.
TED So, what's for dinner? BLAKE (confused) Pot roast with vegetables and potatoes. TED Sounds great.
He walks over to the kitchen.
BLAKE (frowning) Maybe I should have called. You probably had a hard day. TED No, no. It's nice to come home and have dinner with the man I love. (He massages his left temple and closes his eyes for a moment - looking at Blake) I'm sorry that I'm not good company tonight. Work was indeed exhausting. I had a lot of things to do; Brian's going to leave for New York tomorrow. BLAKE I understand. (He comes over and starts to massage Ted's neck) This will help you relax.
Ted steps aside and takes the pot with the potatoes from the stove.
TED We should start eating before it gets cold.
He carries the pot over to the table. Blake watches him with an unhappy expression on his face. CUT TO: INT. BRUCKNER-NOVOTNY'S - EVENING We see the street through the window of the living room. The camera winds up. Ben's standing in front of the window pane, staring outside. Michael's sitting on the couch, watching a movie.
MICHAEL (over his shoulder) You know, you would make a very good stalker. You've been standing there for two commercial breaks and probably not even blinked once. BEN (turns around) What if he failed? MICHAEL (puts his arm over the back of the couch - looking at Ben) He passed. Apart from the fact that he's a Novotny-Bruckner, he was doing just fine during our lessons. And honestly, you have to be a complete dork to fail your driving test. BEN (slightly disgruntled) I failed my first driving test. MICHAEL (with a crooked grin) Oops… Well, there are some exceptions. The nerves are strained and…
We hear noises from outside. Obviously there's somebody at the door.
BEN He's coming. Act normal.
He hops onto the couch next to a surprised Michael and takes a magazine, which is lying on the table in front of him.
MICHAEL (bending towards Ben) I'm afraid he will see through it.
We hear the door open.
BEN (whispering) Why? MICHAEL (pointing at the magazine) This is my catalogue for the new comic book publications coming up next quarter and you're reading it upside down.
Ben screws up his face and puts the catalogue aside, as Hunter strolls into the living room.
HUNTER Hey, guys. MICHAEL (turns around) How did it go? HUNTER (shrugs) The examiner said I should slow down at the bends. BEN (getting up from the couch - sympathetic) It's okay. You can try again. HUNTER (holding up his brand new P.A. driver's licence) He also thought I'm a very good driver and gave me this. BEN (relieved) Hey, that's great. (He comes over and puts his arm around his shoulders) Congratulations. MICHAEL We should celebrate this event appropriately. HUNTER It's not such a big deal. Everyone could pass this test. MICHAEL (glancing at Ben - failing to hide a smile) Well, not everyone. BEN (gives Michael an angry glare - addressing Hunter) We'll take you out for dinner. You can choose the restaurant. HUNTER (walking over to the stairs) That's really nice of you, guys, but could we do that some other time? BEN (frowning) Some other time? MICHAEL (gets up from the couch) Why? Do you have something better to do? HUNTER I'm going to meet some guys from school... to work on a project. MICHAEL (comes to stand next to Ben) What kind of project? HUNTER (tensed) Who are you? The Spanish Inquisition? BEN (puts his hand on Michael's shoulder - soothing) There's no need to get all worked up. We can reschedule. HUNTER I'll be back around ten.
He turns around and goes upstairs.
MICHAEL (looking after him - to Ben) He's hiding something from us. BEN You were the one who said we could not ask him. MICHAEL (with a grim expression on his face) I changed my mind.
CUT TO: INT. KINNETIK - BRIAN'S OFFICE - DAY Brian's sitting in his chair opposite a handsome black-haired guy in a suit. Two flacons are standing on the desk between them.
BRIAN (playing with a ballpoint pen) It's a fragrance for both sexes. You should tap the full potential. CHRISTIAN KANE (folding his arms over his chest) Could you specify that? BRIAN Instead of going about this the common way, we will set up a campaign that focuses on an extended target group. CHRISTIAN And how are we going to do that? BRIAN (rests his arms on the tabletop) By creating an image that attracts everybody irrespective of their sexual identity. CHRISTIAN I guess I won't get a concrete example. BRIAN (leans back in his chair) Not unless you hire me. CHRISTIAN Seems like I've got no choice. BRIAN (getting up) My assistant will set up the papers. CHRISTIAN (nods) I'll come by tomorrow.
He stands up from his chair.
BRIAN (walking over to the door) How long are you going to stay in Pittsburgh? CHRISTIAN (following him) Just for the weekend.. (They come to stand in front of the door) Maybe you could give me a tour. (giving Brian an unmistakable look) Show me the really interesting sights. BRIAN Sorry, I'm leaving for New York in a few hours. But I could arrange something. CHRISTIAN (smiling) I really appreciate the Pennsylvanian hospitality.
He opens the door.
BRIAN Just out of curiosity, why do you want to hire an agency? CHRISTIAN You were highly recommended. BRIAN (surprised) By whom? CHRISTIAN (mysterious) An old friend… And he was right. You are good.
Brian watches him leave with a frown. His attention shifts as Ty rolls into the picture and Cynthia grabs the skater by the hood of his sweater. He takes a sharp turn to the left to prevent himself from falling.
CYNTHIA (furious) This is the last time you come in here with these things on your feet. Take them off! Now! TY I don't have any shoes. CYNTHIA (glaring at him) Guess what?! I don't care!
Brian walks over to them with a thoughtful expression on his face.
BRIAN (pointing at the skates) Are you good with those? TY (self-assured) You bet. CYNTHIA (sarcastic) Yeah, they're practically melted together with his feet. BRIAN (indicating Ty to follow him) Come with me. I've got job for you.
Ty grins. He rolls after Brian and as he passes Cynthia, he pokes out his tongue at her. If looks could kill, Ty would drop dead *lol*. CUT TO: INT. LIBERTY DINER - DAY Music: Lipps Inc. - Funkytown. We see Emmett and Rel walking down Liberty Avenue. Rel's absolutely fascinated. He turns to look after a cute guy and nearly bumps into two women, who are holding hands. They raise their arms, so he can slip under. He points at the shops and bars with awe and watches a drag queen fixing one of her garters open-mouthed. Emmett takes him by the arm to make him move on. Hairdresser. Rel's sitting in a chair, a cape's draped around him and he is watching the falling strains with an expression of insecurity on his face. But when the hairdresser turns the chair around and we see the reflection of the outcome in the mirror, Rel's smiling. It's a huge difference, he's really good looking now. Torso. Emmett carries an armful of clothes over to the changing room. Rel pokes his head through the curtains and refuses to come out, but he doesn't have a choice. He steps out with a short t-shirt, similar to the one Justin wore in 1.17 and he's obviously feeling completely uncomfortable with it. The mirror shows him in a sequence of different outfits. It's stops with a pair of black pants and a tight v-shaped t-shirt. Rel nods in agreement. Change to the diner. Rel and Emmett are sitting opposite each other.
REL (turning to look at a kissing couple at the table next to them) This is absolutely amazing. I've never been to a place like this. EMMETT I felt exactly the same way, when I first came here from Hazlehurst.
Debbie comes up to their table. She's wearing her rooster/cock shirt.
DEBBIE (chewing gum) Hello boys. EMMETT Hey, Deb… This is Rel. DEBBIE It's your first time, huh? (Rel gives her a puzzled look) On Liberty Avenue. REL (embarrassed) It's pretty obvious, isn't it? They all turned to look at me as I walked through the door. DEBBIE (laughing) Of course they did. It's the scent of fresh meat. EMMETT Don't scare him away. I'm just about to lure him out of the closet. Besides, we're on a love mission. DEBBIE Who's the target? EMMETT (looking at Rel with a smile) Joshua, the handsome car mechanic. REL (frowning at him) Do you have to broadcast it? DEBBIE Honey, it's impossible to keep things secret around here. (She sits down on the bench next to Rel) So, what's the plan? EMMETT We worked on the outer appearance, now we have to focus on the eloquence. DEBBIE (raising her brows) Since when do you guys talk before you take it to the sheets? EMMETT (pretending to be offended) This might surprise you, but some of us do know how to use their tongues. DEBBIE (addressing Rel - pointing at Emmett) Listen to him, he's very skilled with that organ. REL I just want a chance. To prove to him I'm not a spoiled brat. DEBBIE (puts her hand on his arm) Then you should tell him exactly that. REL (unhappy) But I don't know how. You see, I'm not a very interesting person. I neither have friends, nor a job. I barely leave the house. EMMETT What about school? REL (lowering his voice) I've got a private tutor. DEBBIE I know education is important, Sweetie, but there are some things you can't learn from the books. REL It's because of my brother, Thom. Dad doesn't want me to become like him. EMMETT (concerned) What happened to him? Did he get arrested? REL (shakes his head) No. He went to college after graduation and made some friends that my father didn't approve of. Political committed democrats. Thom started to put dad's political actions and motivations into question. They ended up screaming at each other every time they met. DEBBIE (passionate) Your brother had every fucking right to have an opinion of his own. REL Well, dad didn't think so. Things got worse when Thom met Sheila. Her father was a member of the House of Representatives at that time. A democrat. Dad told Thom, if he wouldn't break up with her, he didn't want to see him again. (quietly) That he won't be his son anymore. DEBBIE That's a shitty thing to do. EMMETT I had no idea. REL (shrugs) I don't see him very often, he's living in California now. I know dad's missing him, but he would never admit it. DEBBIE (getting up from the bench) Well, at least there's one good thing about it. REL (disbelieving) There is? DEBBIE You're not the only one with a family drama. Josh's living with his sister at a trailer park in the outskirts. Their parents threw them out a year ago. REL (astonished) You know him? DEBBIE (puts her hand on her hip) Honey, I know a lot of guys around here. I'm serving in this diner since my son graduated from high school. EMMETT (amused) Sex, drugs, life stories and pancakes. There's nothing you can't get on Liberty Avenue. DEBBIE (taking out her notepad) So, what will it be, boys?
CUT TO: EXT. KINNETIK - DAY Brian and Ty are standing in front of the entrance. Buster's sitting on the pavement, wearing a harness. Brian hands Ty the leashes.
BRIAN (taking a scrap of paper out of his pocket) He was trained the commands of a sled dog. I did a little research and these are the basics. You say 'gee' for 'right' and 'haw' for 'left'. Got that? TY (nonchalant) Shouldn't be a problem, Mr. Kinney. What do I say to get him going? BRIAN (checks his notes) Hike.
Buster takes it as a command and starts to run, pulling a surprised Ty with him down the street.
TY (screaming over his shoulder) And how do I get him to stop? BRIAN (looking after them - amused) Whoa.
Of course Ty can't hear him anymore. He's already out of the picture. CUT TO: INT. RUBENS & BUSH - ART GALLERY - CHELSEA - DAY We're in an exhibition room. People are standing in front of the drawings and sculptures, looking at them in silence or talking to each other in a low voice. Justin comes into view. He's standing in front of a strange serpentine sculpture, reading a booklet.
SIMON CASWELL (coming up next to him) Hello Justin. JUSTIN (looks up from his reading) Hey, Simon. SIMON (puts his hand on Justin's back) I'm glad you accepted my invitation. I wasn't sure if you would. JUSTIN (distant) You said it was about my art. SIMON (gets the message) Oh, it is. (He takes his hand away) Absolutely. I think you're a remarkable talented young man. JUSTIN Along with the rest of the unemployed, starving artist, living in New York City. SIMON Not if your work is selected for the 'New Impressions' show in May. (drawing nearer) I'd like to introduce you to a dear friend of mine.
He guides him over to a man in his forties. He's wearing maroon pants and a checked cotton sweater. His brown hair is covered by a fedora hat. He's talking to an elegant woman in a designer costume. As she spots Simon, her face gets stern.
WOMAN (clears her throat) Would you excuse me, Austin? (with a short nod to Caswell) Simon. SIMON (coolly) Meredith. AUSTIN (amused) Are you two still hating each other? SIMON Obviously… Justin, may I introduce you to Austin Conway, he's the curator of Rubens & Bush. JUSTIN (courteous) Nice to meet you, Mr. Conway. AUSTIN (delighted) Ah, the infamous Justin Taylor. Simon has been talking about you for weeks. He's completely enthusiastic of your work. He made me really curious. JUSTIN Well, I sold a few pictures so far, but not nearly enough to become the next Andy Warhol. SIMON (puts his hand an Austin's arm) Tell him about the show. AUSTIN Once a year Rubens & Bush gives new, promising artists the opportunity to have some of their work in an art show. It's a great chance to lay the foundation for a career in the art scene. JUSTIN (surprised) You want me for the show? AUSTIN Well, I'd like to take a look at some of your pictures first and I have to get the blessings from the top, but I don't see, why they should have any objections.
He gives him an encouraging smile.
SIMON (looking at him expectantly) What do you think Justin? JUSTIN (pleased) It's great. I was hoping for a chance to present my work, but I didn't expect it to happen so soon. I thought 'Rage' had to keep my head above the water for at least a year. AUSTIN Rage? JUSTIN A comic book. I'm the graphic artist. SIMON (to Austin) I told you he's versatile.
Justin gives Simon a sidelong glance, raising a brow.
AUSTIN (turning to Justin) Do you think I could get a copy? JUSTIN You can order on the internet. AUSTIN (laughs) Spoken like a true businessman. I think we'll get along famously.
They both give Justin a broad smile. CUT TO: INT. BRUCKNER-NOVOTNY'S - KITCHEN - EVENING Close up of a dripping water pipe underneath the sink. The camera winds up and Ben comes into view. He's lying on his back, holding a pipe wrench in his hand. He's just about to place the wrench in position, as Michael enters the kitchen.
MICHAEL What the hell are you doin'? BEN (irritated) What does it look like? I'm fixing the sink. MICHAEL (bending down to take a look at the pipe) Shouldn't you leave that to a professional? BEN I know how to handle the hardware. (He starts to tighten the compression fitting) Besides, …why pay for a plumber… if you can do it yourself? (Coming up under the sink) Done. Have a go. MICHAEL (turns on the faucet, but nothing happens) Well done, McGyver. Now we have to wash the dishes down in the Susquehanna. BEN (disappearing under the sink again) Stop griping and lend me a hand. MICHAEL (crouching) What should I do? BEN (concentrating on placing the wrench - mumbling) I've to loosen the nut a bit. Take hold of the pipe and don't let go.
Michael bends over him, but instead of focusing on the pipe he admires Ben's torso.
MICHAEL (running his fingers over Ben's chest) You know, there was this Falcon Video, where the sink was blocked and this hot plumber came by to get the fluids in motion.
He's rubbing Ben's crouch.
BEN (with half-hearted reluctance) Michael, what you're doing? MICHAEL (continuing his ministrations) You said take hold of the pipe.
He bends forward and kisses Ben, who gives in and drops the wrench. He grabs Michael's butt instead.
FEMALE VOICE Mr. Novotny? Mr. Bruckner?
Michael jerks back with a start and bangs his head on the sink. He scrambles to his feet, groaning and rubbing his head. Ben emerges next to him. A middle-aged, blonde woman in a quilted jacket is standing in front of the counter.
MRS. LARSON (watching them with a cool expression on her face) I'm sorry for interrupting, but the door was open and obviously you didn't hear my knocking. My name is Geena Larson. I'm working on your application for the adoption of James Montgomery. BEN Oh… We didn't know somebody would come. MRS. LARSON (piqued) Well, I tried to call but the line was always busy. MICHAEL Maybe the phone wasn't put down correctly.
He gives her a smile, but it isn't returned.
BEN (walking around the counter) However, there's no need to have a stand-up talk. Please, have a seat.
He leads her over to the living room and points at the couch.
MICHAEL (bending over the counter - addressing Mrs. Larson) Would you like something to drink? MRS. LARSON (sitting down on the couch) A coffee would be fine, thanks. (She turns to Ben) I would like to speak to James for my recommendation. BEN Of course. If you'll excuse me for a minute.
He walks over to the kitchen, where Michael's preparing the coffee machine.
MICHAEL (in a low voice) This woman's so cool, she could piss ice cubes. BEN (whispering - reproachful) Didn't you close the door, when you came in? MICHAEL (hissing) I carried the shopping bags, I must've forgot. I'm so sorry, I'm not perfect. (He leaves the kitchen - giving Mrs. Larson a charming smile) I'll get Hunter.
He heads for the stairs. Mrs. Larson shakes her head and takes a look at her watch. Cut to Michael approaching Hunter's bedroom.
MICHAEL (opening the door) Hunter, you better…
He doesn't get any further. We see him standing in the doorway, stunned. The room's empty, the light's turned off and the windows are open. The curtains are slightly moving with the chilly October breeze. Back to the living room.
BEN (sitting opposite Mrs. Larson) He's been working very hard lately. His grades are good. MICHAEL (coming down the stairs) I completely forgot. He's at a friend's house. They're working on a school project. MR. LARSON I'm pleased to see he's taking his education seriously, but it's quite late. MICHAEL I will call him. Ben, could you get the White Pages, please?
Ben gets the hint and follows him into the kitchen.
BEN (concerned) What's wrong? MICHAEL He's not in his room. BEN (frowning) What do you mean, he's not in his room? I saw him going upstairs and he didn't come down yet. MICHAEL Apparently he climbed out of the window. BEN (sighs) Great. Try to reach him on his cell. I'll take care of our guest.
Michael picks up the receiver and starts dialling, while Ben returns to the living room. CUT TO: INT. KINNETIK - EVENING Ted's sitting at his desk, staring at his computer screen, but he seems to be lost in thoughts. Cynthia comes up behind him.
CYNTHIA Hey, Ted. TED (startled) Oh, hey.. (He straightens up) I was just taking a look at the financial report from last month. CYNTHIA (touching his shoulder) It's late. Everybody went home. You should finish work for today, too. TED (nodding) I will. As soon as I'm through with this.
His phone rings.
CYNTHIA (softly) Don't overdo it. TED (picking up the receiver - giving her a reassuring smile) I won't. (She leaves and Ted takes the call) Kinnetik. Ted Schmidt. BLAKE Hey, it's me. TED (trying to sound pleased) Blake.
Change to Blake. He's sitting on a sofa. He bends forward and puts his elbows on his knees.
BLAKE (disappointed) So apparently you're still at work. Brian really keeps you busy these days. TED Well, business has been pretty good at present. (Blake doesn't respond to that) You're not mad, are you? BLAKE (leaning back) No, it's just that I'd like to see my boyfriend once in a while. I don't think it's too much to ask for.
Back to Ted. He massages his temples.
TED You're right. I'm sorry. BLAKE (sighing) No, I am. I don't want to turn into a nagging housewife. I really have to go back to work. TED (resolutely) You're just out of hospital. It's too early. BLAKE Now you're sounding like my mother. (They both laugh, then fall silent for a moment) Come to my place when you're finished, no matter what time it is. TED Okay… I will. BLAKE (softly) See you.
Ted hangs up and presses the back of his fingers against his mouth, while staring at the phone. After a moment he shuts down his computer, gets up and grabs his keys. The camera still focuses on the empty chair, until the light's turned off. CUT TO: INT. THE NY ASC - EVENING Close up of a pillow. It's pulled out of the picture. The camera winds up and we see Justin, obviously looking for something. He turns the sheets aside, opens the drawers of his bedside table and checks his work-table. Without success. He walks over to the bathroom. Lou's standing in front of the mirror, putting make up on. She's just wearing a bra, a black mini-skirt and knee-high boots.
JUSTIN Have you seen my cell? (impressed) Wow, you're looking really hot. (She turns to look at him and raises her brows) For a heterosexual. LOU (amused) You have no idea what that means to me. JUSTIN Have you seen my cell? LOU Try Vince. (pointing out the direction with her mascara) Kitchen.
As Justin turns around the corner he's greeted by the sight of Vince, who's leaning with his back against the corner of the wall, legs stretched out on the bench and smoking a cigarette. He's on the phone.
VINCE (in a seductive tone) Really. What you're wearing? JUSTIN (angry) Is that my cell?
Before Vince can stop him, Justin grabs the phone out of his hand and ends the call.
VINCE (indignant) Hey! I was having a conversation. JUSTIN (pockets his cell - cross) On my phone. VINCE (shrugging) My battery's flat. JUSTIN (frowning at him) We may share this apartment, but that doesn't mean my room is a self-service shop.
While they continue quarrelling, the doorbell rings. Cut to Lou, approaching the door. She puts on a tank top, grabs the handle and opens. Brian's leaning on the doorframe, clad in a leather jacket and a pair of jeans. She gives him a once-all-over.
LOU (in a husky voice) Hello, Gorgeous. BRIAN (straightens up) You must be the Irish man-eater. LOU (smirking) I was about to say the very same thing. JUSTIN (coming up behind her) Hey.
Brian gives him a smile. Justin puts his arms around him and returns it with a kiss.
LOU (after a moment) That's enough. You don't want me to blush, do you?
They break the kiss, but maintain the embrace.
JUSTIN I wasn't sure if you'd make it. BRIAN You should know that I always come when I say I'm going to.
A Sunshine-smile appears on Justin's face.
LOU C'mon boys, let's move the party inside.
Justin lets Brian go, who picks up his duffel bag and follows them inside. Lou closes the door. Change of angle. We see Vince leaning against the doorframe of the kitchen, arms crossed over his chest.
VINCE (giving Brian an appraising look) So that's the guy who doesn't know how to use a telephone. LOU (gives him a slap on the arm) Don't be bitchy. BRIAN (addressing Justin) What's wrong him? Didn't he take his meds? VINCE (straightens up) He's exactly…
He doesn't get any further, because Lou puts her hand over his mouth.
LOU (with a friendly smile) Welcome to New York, Brian. We really hope you'll enjoy your stay. BRIAN (puts his arm around Justin's shoulders) Oh, don't worry. I will. JUSTIN (to Brian) My room's over there.
Justin takes Brian's hand and leads him to his studio/bedroom. Vince's trying to free himself from Lou's grasp. He glares at Brian, who gives him an evil grin as he passes him.
LOU (lets Vince go) Ow.. You bit me. VINCE (furious) Are you crazy?!
Change to Justin, closing the door. He turns around and watches Brian, who's put down his bag and takes off his leather jacket. He starts to examine the room. The camera glides over the working table, an old couch with a small TV sitting on it, the aisles, a wardrobe and a drawer, the bed and at last the painted walls.
BRIAN (looking at the wall pictures) Obviously somebody was feeling a bit homesick. JUSTIN (cocking his head) Yeah, well. I've got this asshole for a boyfriend, who didn't call for three weeks, so I had nothing better to do. BRIAN (pointing at the wall with the painting of the bedroom action) I really like this one. JUSTIN I figured. (Brian walks over to Justin's work-table and takes a look at some of his scribbles) I know it's not exactly the Ritz. No Plasma TV, just a small couch and the bed is way too old. BRIAN (coming over) Who gives a fuck? It's yours.
He grabs Justin's shoulders and topples them over onto the bed. The coil springs respond with an alarming squeaking tone as the two of them hit the mattress. Brian's half lying on Justin, who's looking at the ceiling.
JUSTIN (laughs) Don't ever do that again. (He turns his head, so his face is next to Brian's) I can't afford to buy a new bed right now. BRIAN Does that mean we have to do it on the floor? JUSTIN Would you mind? BRIAN (affectionate) You know I would fuck you everywhere.
He runs his fingers through Justin's hair, his fingertips trail along the jaw line, up to the lips. Justin opens his mouths and slowly runs his tongue along Brian's index finger.
BRIAN Hungry?
Instead of an answer, Justin starts nibbling on Brian's neck. His fingers find the buckle of his Gucci belt and open it.
JUSTIN (whispering in his ear) I'm starving.
He slips his hand into Brian's jeans.
BRIAN (closing his eyes for a moment) I'd like to take you out for dinner. JUSTIN (stops his actions and turns to look at him) You wanna go out? BRIAN Yep. JUSTIN (slightly worried) Instead of getting your dick sucked? BRIAN Don't worry, Sunshine. I won't turn you down. You blow me, then we go out and have dinner. JUSTIN (pleased) Okay, but it's my treat. BRIAN Save your money for the rent. (noticing the frown on Justin's face) At least until the next Rage issue is on sale. JUSTIN That won't be necessary. I've got a new job. BRIAN (teasing) Dancing on the bar again? JUSTIN (in a serious tone) My days as a go-go boy are over. I don't intend to repeat past mistakes. BRIAN But you liked it. Admit it. (Justin opens the buttons of Brian's shirt, without breaking eye contact) All these guys admiring your ass (Justin's slowly kisses his way down, Brian's watching him) Brushing over your crotch every time they put a bill in your CK's (Justin frees Brian's erection from his jeans) Getting hard just by the mere sight of you. JUSTIN (looking up to him) Did you like it?
Brian doesn't answer, then slightly shakes his head no. Justin gives him a happy smile and turns his attention back to Brian's cock. Close up of Brian's face. He closes his eyes and lets his head drop back as Justin goes to town. Change to the corridor. Vince and Lou are standing in the doorway of the kitchen.
LOU (annoyed) Would you please stop pouting. VINCE (glaring at her) Why should I? You're not even willing to give Shane a chance, but you went all crazy about Justin's sugar daddy. Did you see his clothes? You don't seriously believe that a guy like him will stay in an apartment like this?
We hear a moan coming out of Justin's room.
LOU (smiling) Well, sounds like he's already feeling at home.
Vince gives her a deathly glare and walks out of the picture. CUT TO: INT. BRUCKNER-NOVOTNY'S - EVENING Close up of a cup. The camera winds up. We see Michael and Ben sitting in the living room with Mrs. Larson. They both seem to be quite uncomfortable with the situation. Nobody says a word.
BEN (breaking the silence) I told him to come home. He'll be here at any minute. MRS. LARSON (with a dissatisfied expression on her face) It takes him very long. MICHAEL He's on his bike. Maybe he's got a flat tire. MRS. LARSON Wouldn't he call then?
The doorbell rings. Michael and Ben literally sigh with relief.
MICHAEL (getting up) He probably can't find his key.
He hastily leaves the living room and answers the door, but instead of Hunter, he's greeted by the sight of Ted, who's standing on the doorway. He's looking pretty desperate.
MICHAEL (baffled) Ted? Is everything alright? TED To tell the truth, I don't know. Can I come in? MICHAEL (worried) Sure.
He lets him inside. As they walk into the living room, Ben and Mrs. Larson give Ted a surprised look.
TED (uneasy) I'm sorry. I didn't know you had a guest. BEN This is Mrs. Larson. She's working on our application for Hunter's adoption. We're currently waiting for him. MRS. LARSON (annoyed) For nearly an hour. MICHAEL (to Ted) Let's go to the bedroom. (From the look on her face, he notices Mrs. Larson might get the wrong impression - hastily) To talk.
She raises an eyebrow. Michael hurries Ted upstairs, leaving Ben to his fate. Change to the bedroom. The door opens. Ted walks over to the bed, sits down on the edge and buries his face in his hands.
MICHAEL (sits down next to him - touching his shoulder) What's wrong? Is Blake okay? TED (looks up) He's fine. In fact, he's fabulous. The whole thing doesn't seem to bother him at all. He accepted the fact and moved on. Like 'I'm positive, so what?' MICHAEL (soothingly rubbing Ted's back) Maybe it's his way to deal with the situation. It was a traumatic experience. Have you tried talking to him? TED (staring on the floor) No. MICHAEL You should. Show him that you're there for him. TED (turns to look at him - desperate) That's the problem, Michael. I can't. I can't cope with the fact that he's got it. Every time I look at him all I can think of is the disease. That it will probably kill him one day and that I might get it too. MICHAEL (understanding) I know it's not easy. It needs some time to get used to. TED How do you do it? Aren't you afraid? MICHAEL (after a short moment) I don't know what will happen in the future. I could cross the street tomorrow, get hit by a… (remembering something) Mercedes Kompressor and die. Everything's possible. As I woke up in hospital, I realized it can be over pretty quickly. (He puts his hand on Ted's knee) Of course I'm afraid, but we can't let fear control our lives, Ted. We can't afford to waste the time we get. TED (sighs) I wish I had your strength. MICHAEL (with a serious expression on his face) You are strong. You just don't know yet. TED (remorseful) I'm sorry. MICHAEL What for? TED For being such a jerk the time you met Ben. MICHAEL You were just expressing your feelings. And that's exactly what you should do now. TED (quietly) I really love him, Michael. MICHAEL I know and so does Blake. You two will work this out together.
He gives him an encouraging smile. Ted embraces Michael and buries his head on his shoulder.
TED (whispering) Thanks.
The camera slowly retreats. CUT TO: INT. RESTAURANT ACHILLEON- NY - NIGHT We see a bubbling fountain and a naked statue of Eros, standing on a platform. Ivy entwines around it's pillar. The camera winds up. Justin and Brian are sitting at a table, already eating their meals.
JUSTIN How's your lamb? BRIAN Fabulous. Wanna try?
He extends his fork to him. Justin bends over; the meat disappears in his mouth.
JUSTIN (chewing) Not as good as the one I just had, but delicious. BRIAN (smirking) Yeah, it was also a starter to my liking. JUSTIN (with sparkling eyes) Glad to hear that. BRIAN So, what about your new job? JUSTIN (slicing a piece of meat) I'm working as a bartender at Satellite. Four to five shifts a week. Depends on the schedule. Of course it's not enough to survive on it, but I can help Lou pay the rent, until I get my share from Rage. BRIAN (stabs his fork into the last broccoli) What does the little Miss Redhead do for a living? JUSTIN She's an assistant at a headhunting agency. Which means, she does all the work and her boss gets all the credits. But she has drive. I'm pretty sure she will move up the ladder soon. BRIAN I bet she likes to be on top. JUSTIN (swallows the last of his fried potatoes) Undoubtedly. And the guys she takes home use to be pretty hot. Unfortunately they're all straight. BRIAN (putting down his cutlery) What about the bitchy bottom-boy? JUSTIN His parents own a ranch in Wyoming. He trained their horses until they caught him getting fucked by one of the farmhands and threw him out. Now he takes nearly every job that earns him a few bucks. BRIAN (matter-of-factly) He's got a crush on you.
He bends over, extends his fork and snatches the last piece of meat from Justin's plate. It disappears into his mouth.
JUSTIN (frowning at him) Oh, come on. We're just friends and besides, he's got a boyfriend. BRIAN (with a snort) He and every second fag, who gets fucked at the baths or the backroom. JUSTIN (annoyed) Could we change the topic, please? I don't want to spend the evening talking about Vince. BRIAN (signalling his refusal) Alright. How's business, Mr. Taylor? Did you sell some works of art? JUSTIN Not, yet. But I met Simon Caswell. You know, the guy from Art Forum. (Brian nods) He introduced me to one of his friends and if things work out for me, I'm going to have my work in a big art show in May. BRIAN (honestly pleased) Congratulations, Picasso. JUSTIN Thanks. (He puts his fork down) What about Kinnetik? BRIAN Business is really good. I got a new account. Sylver Inc. We will run the campaign for their new fragrance. JUSTIN (smiling) That's cool. What's it called? BRIAN (giving him a meaningful glance) Adam and Eve. JUSTIN Knowing you it's not going to be a straight campaign. A revolution in paradise? BRIAN (smirking) Exciting, isn't it? JUSTIN (laughing) You're evil. BRIAN I know.
Two waiters approach them. One carries a tray with two dishes.
WAITER 1 Did you enjoy your meal?
The other waiter starts bussing the table.
JUSTIN Yes, thanks. WAITER 1 (placing the dishes on the table) Caribbean Banana. By special request. JUSTIN I didn't order that. BRIAN No, I did. JUSTIN (surprised) Brian. BRIAN You provided us with starter and main course, let me take care of dessert.
One waiter leaves with their empty plates, the other takes out a long lighter and sets the surface of the dishes on fire.
JUSTIN I should have known it's going to be hot. BRIAN And the night hasn't even started yet.
The camera retreats and we can take a last look at them, sitting opposite each other, the burning dishes between them. CUT TO: INT. BRUCKNER-NOVOTNY'S - EVENING Ted and Michael are coming down the stairs. As they walk into the living room, they see Hunter sitting on the armrest of the couch next to Mrs. Larson. She's seems to be a completely different person. She's actually smiling. Ben's watching the sudden change with disbelief.
HUNTER I haven't decided on a college yet, but I'd like to apply for one in the vicinity. Maybe Carnegie Mellon. MRS. LARSON (enthusiastic) My nephew went there. He said it was the best time of his life. TED Good night, everyone.
They all turn to look at him.
BEN Bye, Ted. TED (to Michael) I'll find the way out. MICHAEL (nods briefly) Okay.
Ted leaves and Michael walks over to sit down next to Ben on the couch.
MRS. LARSON (addressing Hunter) I heard you're working on a school project. Isn't it a bit late in the days. HUNTER That was yesterday. BEN (glaring at him) We must have mixed up the days. HUNTER Today I was over at the youth centre. They set up a teenage helpline. I'm working there two days a week as a volunteer. It's mainly paperwork, but it's for a good cause. MRS. LARSON (impressed) It's a real shame that the youth is so self-centered nowadays. I'm pleased to see a young man, who is socially committed. MICHAEL (with a forced smile) Hunter is full of surprises. MRS. LARSON Well, it's late and I got all the information I need. (She gets up) It was a pleasure to meet you, James. HUNTER (rises from the armrest) The pleasure was mine.
Ben and Michael are staring at Hunter with a weird expression on their faces.
MRS. LARSON (touches Hunter's shoulder - turning to Ben and Michael) You've got a remarkable young man here. BEN Remarkable indeed.
He and Michael get up from the couch.
MICHAEL (coming over) I'll show you out. MRS. LARSON (with a last smile at Hunter) Goodnight, gentleman.
As soon as they're out of the living room, Hunter prepares to get upstairs.
BEN (in a strict tone - pointing at the couch) You. Sit.
Hunter screws up his face and sits down on the armrest again.
MICHAEL (coming back from the door) What the fuck was that? HUNTER (shrugs) Just me, being polite. MICHAEL Don't do that again. It makes my skin creep. BEN (crossing his arms over his chest) Where have you been? HUNTER (annoyed) As I already said, I'm working for the helpline. Two days a week. BEN And you have to sneak out of the house like a criminal because you don't want to tell us that you doing charity work? MICHAEL (frowning) I wonder where this sudden interest in social issues comes from anyway. HUNTER It's a satisfying experience to do something for the collective good. (Ben and Michael give him a try-again-and-make-it-at-least-vaguely-believable-look) Alright, it's because of a girl. Her name's Lilly. (to Ben) You talked to her the other day. BEN The girl on the phone? HUNTER (nods) She's new in town and she's working for the helpline after school. She asked me if I would help. MICHAEL Why the hell didn't you tell us? HUNTER Because I really like her and I don't want things to end up like they did with Callie. (with a pleading look) Promise me there will be no parental interference this time. MICHAEL It wasn't exactly our fault. HUNTER (gets up) Give me your word. BEN (nods) Alright then. We'll stay out of it, but it would be nice if we get to know her one day. Before the wedding. HUNTER (satisfied) That can be arranged.
He bends down, picks up his bag and heads for the stairs.
BEN Hey, Romeo. (Hunter turns around) There's one more thing. You're grounded. For two days. HUNTER (outraged) Why?! What for? BEN One for climbing out of the window and not telling us where you went. The other for making me sit with this awful woman for nearly an hour and a half. And that's a very lenient punishment. HUNTER (glaring at them) Sorry, I can't express my gratitude right now.
He lets out a growl and goes upstairs.
MICHAEL (comes to stand next to Ben) I guess he wishes us in hell right now. (grinning) Apparently we're doing a great job.
Ben puts his hand on Michael's neck and kisses him. CUT TO: INT. BLAKE'S APARTEMENT - NIGHT Close up of a TV screen. A blonde woman is reading the news, when suddenly the power is switched off. The camera winds up and we see Ted, standing next to a low table, holding the remote control in his hand. He's looking at Blake, who fell asleep on the sofa. He slowly approaches, sits down next to him and stretches forth his hand, but hesitates to touch him.
TED (whispering) I wish I could turn back the time.
His fingertips touch Blake's hair. As Blake moves, Ted pulls back his hand.
BLAKE (opens his eyes - sleepy) I didn't hear you come in. TED (smiling softly) You were sleeping. I didn't wanna wake you. BLAKE (straightens up - blinking) What time is it? TED It's half past twelve. BLAKE (running his hands through his hair) Did you work up to now? TED (shakes his head) No, I walked around a bit. I needed some time to think about a few things. BLAKE (with a raspy voice) Is something wrong? TED (takes a deep breath) I wasn't completely honest as I said I was okay with the situation. BLAKE (frowning) What do you mean by that? TED I can't go on and pretend that nothing has changed. I really wish I could, but I'm not as brave as you are. BLAKE You think I'm brave? (His voice cracks) I'm not. I'm scared shitless. I can't forget the look on his face. I lay awake in the middle of the night and wish I had a bad dream. That it didn't happen. TED (touching Blake's hand) I thought you were fine. Why didn't you say something? BLAKE Because I didn't want you to worry about me. You had so many other things to do. TED (with a guilty expression on his face) I'm so sorry. (He stretches forth his hand and touches Blake's cheek) From now on I'll be there for you. I promise.
Music fades in. Whisper by Milk Inc. Ted bends forward and kisses Blake softly on the lips. Blake rests his head on Ted's shoulder, who puts his arm around him and sighs. CUT TO: INT: PLEASUREDOME - NEW YORK - NIGHT The beat of the music increases. We're surrounded by the usual club boys in tight pants, with or without a shirt. Flashing lights bath everything in blue and white. The boys we're passing all turn to look. Change of angle. Justin and Brian step onto the dance floor. They get a lot of admiring looks, but they only have eyes for each other. The camera circles around them for a moment, as they start to dance. Change to the backroom. Justin leans against the wall and Brian slowly approaches him. As they start frenching, a lot of guys turn to look at them. Some of them even pause their current blowjobs. Justin turns around, so he's facing the wall. Brian pulls the belt out of his jeans and cracks it like a whip. Close up of Justin's face. Brian brings his lips to his ear and whispers something. Justin smiles. FADE TO BLACK. Milk Inc. - Whisper […] Don't say you love me Don't say you love me, yeah Don't say you need me Some things are better left unsaid But if you feel the same Just whisper - whisper my name If you feel the same - just whisper my name Time flies, when your body's close to mine Your eyes, sending shivers down my spine Let's make this moment last Try not to move to fast Just bring your lips to my ear Hush now, let's not end before we start Hush now, lay a whisper on my heart Don't say you love me Don't say you love me, yeah Don't say you need me Some things are better left unsaid But if you feel the same Just whisper -whisper my name If you feel the same - just whisper my name 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 Harris Allan Dean Armstrong Stephanie Moore Executive Story Editor galefan4ever Music Supervision CleverDevil **** Queer as Folk and all its characters (despite the few I created) are a property of CowLip and Showtime. No copyright infringement is intended. Author’s note: I assume the B/J shippers liked the interaction between the two of them, I definitely did. So just a short warning. You might be disappointed with the next episode, because they won’t be together physically. I’m sorry for that. I promise I make up for it in the following episodes.
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Music - Exhale slowly by Bootsy Mc Queen queer as folk It's night. Justin and a brunette guy in his thirties are walking down the street. Suddenly Justin comes to an abrupt halt. His companion asks: "What's wrong?" Justin, looking at the other side of the street: "I thought somebody was following us." Ben is sitting on the couch, Michael has placed himself on the armrest next to him. Ben, looking at Michael: "Who was the first guy you had sex with?" Michael, wrinkling his brows: "Nobody I like to remember." Ben: "But there must have been someone you fell in love with. Someone besides Brian." Ted and Blake are sitting in a corner booth opposite each other. Blake, angrily: "You know, I could really use some support today instead of being criticized for the attempt to get my life back in order." Change to Debbie, who's standing behind the counter, talking to Carl. "Poor boys. They were so happy before this shit happened." Brian and Brandon are standing in front of Kinnetik. It's drizzling. Brandon: "I've got a problem." Brian: "Then go, see a shrink." Emmett and Rel are sitting in Rel's boxter. Rel's slightly freaking: "I've never been with somebody before." Emmett: "Don't worry. I'm sure Josh will take the matter into his hands." Ben and Stuart in a grocery store. A blond girl with a snub nose is standing next to them. She says: "I'm Lilly." Ben: "The girl who made him discover a streak of public spirit?" Mel and Brian on the phone. Brian: "I need some legal advice." Mel: "What did you do? Fucked the tax inspector?" Josh's standing naked in the doorway of his trailer, watching Rel's Porsche Boxter leaving the trailer park with full speed. He hits the frame with his fist. "Fuck!" Justin, Vince and a guy, who bears a slight resemblance to Casper van Dien are lying more or less naked on a bed. Justin: "Jesus, Vince. Did you get in a fight?" He stretches forth his hand to inspect a large bruise, running from the hip to his ribs. Vince: "It's nothing. I fell from a chair." Ted is standing next to a man in a wheelchair in some sort of a living room. Ted: "Are you afraid to die?" Justin and Brian on the phone. Justin's sitting on his bed in New York: "And what did you do?" Brian's at Kinnetik: "Pest control." Justin: "Kinky. I had no idea you're into that." Ted and Blake are standing in Blake's kitchen, opposite each other. Ted: "I'm really trying to get used to the situation." Blake: "I don't know if it's worth the effort, if you have to try that hard, Ted." queer as folk Adult content, graphic language, nudity, sexual content SHOWTIME - NO LIMITS