QUEER AS FOLK EPISODE 6.01 – YES, I DO Original Posting date: 03-20-07 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 a jungle. We hear the sound of running water and animal noises. The camera moves slowly through high grass, a lake comes into view. Three wild boars are standing by the lakeside and drinking, their backs are turned towards us. The camera stops and lowers itself to the ground, waiting. The angle changes and we see a tiger lurking in the bushes. His eyes are sparkling with the determination to kill.
MICHAEL [VO] Life is simple. Like all living things, we just need to eat, to drink and to sleep. From the day we’re born to the day we die. Life should really be that simple. But unfortunately it’s not. Sometimes it sucks and there’s nothing you can do about it.
The tiger gets ready to jump. He shoots out of the bushes, the wild boars flee squeaking in different directions. One of them is too slow. The hunter brings down his prey, but instead of taking the first bite, he’s standing above the body. Blood’s dripping from his whiskers, he’s looking in our direction, breathing heavily. The camera winds up and we see the tiger on a screen. It’s jungle night @ Babylon. The screens show other predators on the hunt. There are go-go boys made up as big cats. Some of them are dressed in tiger- and leopard G-strings, others are wearing a loincloth. Lianas and leaf nets are dangling from the ceiling. The crowd is dancing to Insomnia by Faithless.
MICHAEL [VO] They say you are to get up after you fell. But they don’t mention the pain and the scars that remain. That no matter how much time goes by, some wounds don't heal.
The camera pans over the crowded dance floor, giving us a look from above. We see Brian dancing with some brunette guy in military camouflage trousers, no shirt, muscular chest. Brian’s hair is a bit shorter now, he's wearing a tank top and black jeans. He whispers something into hottie’s ear, grabs his waistband and drags him off the dance floor, heading towards the backroom. The camera turns to the left. Michael and Emmett come into view. They’re standing on the gallery. Michael's wearing blue jeans and a black t-shirt with the eyes of a tiger in the place of his nipples. Emmett is dressed in black pants and a sleeveless turtle neck.
EMMETT (leaning against the railing, watching Brian and his trick disappear in the backroom) How’s he doing? MICHAEL (grabs the handrail) The question is more, who’s he doing next? He spends more time in the backroom fucking his brains out than being at home, getting some sleep. It’s been three weeks now. How long can he keep it up? EMMETT (lifting his hands) Apparently long enough to satisfy all the horny hunks of Liberty Avenue. Things haven’t changed much. MICHAEL (in a serious tone) You know damned well, that everything’s changed. Lindz and Mel moved to Canada with the kids, Justin’s living in New York now, Ted and Blake are reunited.. EMMETT (straightens up and turns to the right to look at Michael) Don’t remind me… Now don't get me wrong, I’m happy for Teddy, but their lovey-dovey act has been really annoying lately. If I should ever turn into a love-sick fairy, (he touches Michael’s shoulder) promise me to be my Captain Astro and bring me back down to earth. MICHAEL (puts his left hand on his chest and holds up two fingers of his right - solemnly) Superhero-scouts-honour. EMMETT (kisses him on the cheek) Thanks.
He lets his hand slip and leans on the railing again to watch the crowd.
MICHAEL (cautiously) So, uhm, are you seeing someone? You met this guy from Hazelhurst, right? Calvin? EMMETT (turns to face him, he’s leaning on his left elbow, supporting his answer with a couple of his typical gestures) Well, it was a nice and unexpected revival of my high school days, but since he's living in Chicago and I'm still here in good old Pitts we decided against a long-distance relationship, although I wouldn't mind some telephone sex once a while. MICHAEL (sympathetic) I’m sorry, Em. EMMETT (shaking his head) Oh, don’t be. I’m fine. (Michael gives him a doubtful look. Emmett straightens up again) Really. (Pointing in the direction of the backroom) Quite the opposite to Mr. Universum down there. Why’s he always takin’ them to the backroom? Why doesn’t he invite them to his private lounge? MICHAEL I asked him the other night. (He gives Emmett a meaningful glance) He told me he prefers to hunt in the open-range. EMMETT (sarcastic) Now that sounds like the Brian Kinney we all know. (He notices Michael is about to contradict) Well, it’s still a mystery to me, why you convinced him to keep Babylon and rebuild it in the first place. Not that I wouldn’t have missed coming out here, but the memory of that night still gives me the shivers...
Michael looks at him, then bends over the railing and points at the dancing crowd.
MICHAEL (looking down, almost talking to himself) I told him some things aren’t meant to change. First time I came here, I was eighteen and totally overcome by all the glamour and liberty. And for the first time I wasn’t an outsider anymore, just one queer of many. (He looks at his friend) This fucking place belongs to us, Em, and we can’t let them take that away from us. EMMETT (smiling) I take that literally. So, let’s get down there and show all the guys that our butts are as cute as they used to be. (He gives him a smack on the bottom) See, honey. Things haven’t changed much.
He drags a smiling Michael down the stairs, towards the dance floor. The camera speeds in short flashes through the crowd. We see guys dancing and kissing. We are taken into the backroom. The music is mixed with jungle sounds, crimson light’s filling the room and as usual we see guys going for it like hungry snakes. A young blonde comes into view. He wears a light-blue polo shirt and blue jeans. He looks around, captivated by the sight of all the open sex. The angle changes and we see his back. We follow a hand sliding over his shoulder, gliding into the neckline of his shirt. The camera spins around, so we see Blondie from the front. Over his shoulder a face appears slowly out of the dark. It’s Brandon, being the perfect embodiment of a human lion. We watch him two times in quick motion flashes biting the crook of Blondie’s neck, who closes his eyes and smiles.
BRANDON (in a husky voice) Don’t bother with the flock if you can have the ram, tiger.
He walks around him, pushes him softly further into the room, against a wall between a leaf net and a fucking couple. Brandon wears black leather pants and no shirt. In a quick flash, he takes off Blondie’s shirt, starts to lick down his chest and ends up biting one of his nipples. Blondie moans. Cut to the fucking couple next-door. It’s Todd, getting nailed against the wall. Blondie seems to recognize him.
SEAN (smiling) Hey, Todd. How’s it going? TODD (barely looking at him) Fine.
Next instant Brandon grabs Sean's shoulder, turns him around so he is facing the wall. Brandon pulls Sean’s pants down.
SEAN (supports himself by putting his elbows against the wall) This place’s so hot. I wish I could come out here every night.
Brandon groans. He’s fumbling behind Sean’s back, obviously putting on a condom.
BRANDON (annoyed) Would you mind keeping your mouth shut? You sound like an immature high-school boy.
Sean tries to look over his shoulder, Brandon makes him face the wall again and is clearly about to enter.
SEAN (in a huff) Maybe it’s because I am.
Brandon stops.
BRANDON (stunned) What?
The camera jumps around the leaf net and we see Brian, who’s getting a blowjob as usual. He turns his head into the direction of Brandon and Sean. Through the leaves we see Sean turning around so he’s facing Brandon.
BRANDON (angry) How old are you? SEAN (nonchalant) Nearly seventeen. (Brandon stares at him in disbelief)What’s the big deal?
Sean grabs Brandon’s neck and tries to pull him in for a kiss.
BRANDON (frees himself from his grip and pins Sean against the wall) How’d you get in here?
Brian steps aside and pulls out of military-guy's mouth. He grimaces while he stuffs his half-erected cock back into his pants. He pushes the net aside.
BRIAN (stepping beside Sean and Brandon) That’s a really interesting question, considering all the security guards I hired.
Sean’s taken by surprise. He pulls his pants up and looks for an escape route, but realizes, he’s trapped. Brandon’s busy, doing his zipper up. Sean straightens up and looks Brian in the eye. Close up on Brian's face. He's having a brief flashback of Justin leaning against the lamppost during his first night on Liberty Avenue, provided with Darude’s Sandstorm as a background. Back to the present, Brian slightly shakes his head to get rid of the memory. He puts his right hand against the wall.
BRIAN (scrutinizing Sean, who crosses his arms over his chest) Well, Mr. Nearly-seventeen-high-school boy. Enlighten me. SEAN (shrugs) I just blew one of the bartenders who fucks this security guy and here I am. BRIAN Here you aren’t. SEAN (cheeky) What will you do? Sue me? You’re in deep shit, if the police finds out I was here. BRIAN (drawing closer) I could put you over my knee and spank you. (Sean glares at him) But on second thought you probably might like that. BRANDON (puts his hand on Brian’s shoulder) Calm down, pal. (Brian turns to look at him) Why don’t you just let him go. He’s not worth the trouble. BRIAN (with a forced smile) A word of advice, pal. (He pushes Brandon’s hand away) If you prefer to keep your life the way it is, stay away from the under aged ones because worth it or not, they’re always trouble. (Brandon frowns. Brian directs his attention back to Sean) Now you, smart-ass.
Brian takes him by the neck. Sean winces and tries to wriggle himself free of Brian's grasp.
SEAN (screaming) Let me go, you fucking creep! BRIAN (unimpressed) Oh, don’t worry. I will. (He moves his mouth closer to Sean’s ear) But not unless we had a drink at the bar and you introduced me to the nice, obliging sales assistant you got your entrance ticket from.
He forces Sean towards the exit and they disappear among the dancers. The camera winds it’s way through the crowd. Focus on the bar. Justin's leaning against the counter, takes a sip from his drink and surveys the dancing people. We’re no longer at Babylon. The lianas are gone, instead of the boys there are go-go-girls on a moving platform in the center of the dance floor. They’re all dressed up in leather, some of them are performing on motorcycles. A guy about Justin’s age walks up to him and gives him a slight punch on the shoulder. His light brown hair is gelled up and messy. He’s dressed in blue jeans and a black shirt, which says I love NY, and he’s got a couple of leather straps around his right wrist.
VINCE (cheerful) Hey, Sunshine. Keep smiling. It’s not the fall of the Roman Empire, it’s just Dyke Night… (He places himself to Justin’s left) Besides you’ll scare off the few guys, who dared to come out here tonight. JUSTIN (grumpy) Would you mind not to call me Sunshine? VINCE (looking at him) Not at all… Frankly speaking your sun hasn’t been shining very much lately, although the weather forecast said it would be a fine, sunny weekend. (He's leaning with his back against the bar, his elbows are placed on the counter) Obviously you’re able to keep some of the clouds in town. JUSTIN (looking at the dancing dykes) I told you I didn’t wanna come here.
He takes a packet of cigarettes out of his pocket and puts one in his mouth.
VINCE (turns his head to look at Justin) Me neither. But Lou insisted and you know how the evening would have turned out if she didn’t have her way and we stayed at home. JUSTIN (lights a cigarette, takes a pull and smiles) She probably would have enriched our lives with her whole repertoire of awful breeder square dance songs until we had gone out of our fucking minds. VINCE (taking the cigarette from Justin) Most likely.
He takes a pull.
JUSTIN I still don’t get why she wanted to come here anyways. I mean, we’re all into dicks. VINCE (exhales the smoke and gives the cigarette back) She more than us, which is pretty scary, if you ask me. Maybe she just likes to ride the wave of girl power. LOU (shouting) Hey, boys!
A redheaded girl in jeans and a grey navel exposing tank top jumps in the picture. She throws her arms around the two of them. A scarf of the Union Jack is wrapped around her wrist and a leather ribbon around her neck.
JUSTIN (unenthusiastic) Hey. VINCE (smiling) Hey, party girl.
He kisses her on the cheek.
LOU (cheery) What’s wrong with you, guys? Why are you just wasting your time standing around like two wallflowers? The night is still young. Come on.
She takes Justin's hand, who shakes his head no.
JUSTIN Sorry, Lou. I’m not in the mood. LOU (sighs and lets him go) That has become a habit of yours. Can’t you just forget about him? At least for one evening. It won’t kill you if you have a bit fun for a change.
Justin makes a face and sighs. Lou rolls her eyes.
LOU (holding up her hands) Okay, fine. While you are bathing in self-pity, I prefer to share my captivating self with the rest of the world. In case you change your mind, I’m saving the last dance for you.
Close up on Justin. Brief flashback of the night of his prom in 2001. Justin and Brian are dancing to ‘Save the last dance’. Back to present: Justin is a bit dizzy because of the memory. Lou takes Vince’s hand.
LOU (looking at him with puppy eyes) You won’t turn me down, Vince, will you? VINCE (amused) I’ll be with you in a sec. Just keep the motor running, babe.
He gives her a slap on the butt. She smiles and takes off. We see her submerging into the crowd. Vince turns to Justin and puts his hand onto his shoulder.
VINCE (drawing nearer) One question. If you miss him that bad why don’t you take your toothbrush and pay him a visit? JUSTIN (gives him a quick glance, looks back to the dance floor, while he takes another pull from his cigarette) It’s complicated. VINCE (lets his hand slip) Obviously… JUSTIN (turns to face Vince) Look, you don’t know him. You can’t force Brian Kinney to do something, especially if he doesn’t want to. VINCE (sympathetic) Does he have someone else? JUSTIN Brian’s always having someone else. But nothing that counts. At least I don't think so. (He passes his hand through his hair) Ah, fuck. I really thought we’ve moved beyond that. VINCE (nudges his shoulder) Come on, Justin. Let’s dance. It’ll take your mind off of things.. (He points into the direction of the dance floor) And besides, I don’t want to dive in the dyke-pool all by myself.
Justin tries a half-hearted smile, but you can tell he’s sad. The camera retreats and heads towards the exit. Brian appears from the left and takes us with him as he leaves Babylon. He's put on a leather jacket.
BRIAN (he taps the doorman on the shoulder) Keep your nose clean, Russell. RUSSELL (nodding briefly) Sure thing.
Brian walks along the back alley towards the street, hands in his pockets, a dissatisfied expression on his face. When he passes a kissing couple, he frowns and stops.
BRIAN (annoyed) Don’t you have some place else to go?!
The two guys break their kiss. They stare at him in surprise and anger.
GUY 1 (angry) Mind your own business, asshole! BRIAN (provoking) Maybe you’d like me to mind yours. GUY 1 (aggressive) Maybe you’d like me to beat the shit out of you!
He takes a step in Brian’s direction and he’s a very impressive person. Tall, muscular, broad chest. Brian stares at him with a mixture of fear and rage. He clenches his fists. Guy 2 pats the snorting bull lightly on the chest.
GUY 2 (soothing) Just drop it, darling. Don’t waste your energy on him. We’ve got better things to do. GUY 1 (gives Brian a last angry glance, then turns his attention back to his companion) That’s for goddamn sure.
Guy 2 takes the bull by his shirt and resumes kissing him. Brian snorts and turns to leave.
BRIAN (muttering) Floppy and Bulldyke. Welcome to Pittburgh’s own Liberty Freak-show.
He starts walking down the street. We see him from behind. Music sets in: Roxette – Perfect Day. Change to Brian's front. He inhales deeply and exhales slowly. Close up of his face. His eyelids move down and then up in a slowed motion. He turns around the corner and joins the crowd floating down the avenue. The camera is focused on Brian, giving us a sharp image of him, while the passing people are blurred and fuzzy. He takes up his collar, like he’s freezing. A couple walks by in a tight embrace. Brian casts them a brief glance, his jaw tenses. He passes a hottie, who’s leaning against a wall, giving him the look. He moves on. Suddenly the music is cut off by a rattle and a bang. Brian stops in his tracks. He’s standing in front of a back alley, which is bathed in the flickering light of a broken blue neon sign. From his point of view we see two boys in the middle of the alley. They're about twelve years old and looking at something behind some garbage cans. The camera slowly approaches.
BOY 1 Grab him, Tommy.
He's got a short iron pipe in his hand.
BOY 2 (approaches the victim) I’m trying. I’m trying. (He bends down and takes hold of the hidden creature) I’ve got him. BOY 1 (warning) Look out! He bites!
An angry growl. Boy 2 jumps backwards.
BOY 2 (howling in pain) Ooww!! He bit me! The bloody beast fucking bit me!
Boy 1 raises the iron pipe and attacks the creature that's hiding behind the cans. Sound of a dull blow. Something yelps with pain.
BOY 2 (cheering him on) Great stroke!
Cut to the back of Boy 1. The camera moves closer. In a quick motion we see a hand coming out of the dark, snatching the pipe away from him. The boys turn around, staring at Brian in shock.
BRIAN Hey! What’s that? A birthday present from your mommy? BOY 1 (moving closer to his companion) That’s none of your fucking business. BOY 2 (with a hint of insecurity) Yeah, right. That’s none of your fucking business. BRIAN (makes a move into his direction) What are you, his echo?
The boys move a few steps backwards. They try to look confident, but they’re obviously afraid of Brian.
BRIAN (holding the pipe with both hands) Now, I think it’s time for the children to scamper home. Buzz off! BOY 1 (tries to stand his ground) We know what you’re up to, faggot! (pointing at Brian) If you do anything to us, my father will sue your ass off. He’s a public prosecutor.
Brian’s amused. He starts to slap the pipe into his palm in a threatening manner.
BRIAN (smirking) Oh, really? BOY 2 Yeah, you bet he is! BRIAN (letting the pipe sink) Well then… we should give him a reason, don’t you think? (While he’s speaking he approaches the boys, who starts to retreat) Would you like me to hang you up your balls or do you prefer to become the three little suck pigs and I introduce you to the big, bad wolf? (He makes a sudden move as if to attack them) Boo!
The boys turn on their heals and run away. Brian chuckles.
BRIAN (with a shake of his head) Fucking kids!
He throws the iron pipe in one of the garbage cans and turns to leave. We hear a whimper. Brian hesitates. He takes a step to the side to have a look. The angle changes to his point of view. Behind the cans slowly emerges the head of dog, who’s crouching against the brick wall. It’s a black-and-white English Border Collie with really nice markings. He looks at Brian in silence with big, brown eyes.
BRIAN (gently) You can come out now. They’re gone.
The dog cocks his head to one side and looks at him. Brian sighs and leaves. He walks down the alley, but we’re just around the corner, as he wrinkles his brows. When he looks over his shoulder he sees the dog’s following him. First he tries to ignore him and moves on, but after a few steps he turns around.
BRIAN (annoyed) Stop running after me. Go home!
The dog looks at him with puppy eyes, but stops walking. Brian sighs.
BRIAN (glaring at him) Leave me alone. Come on. Get lost!
He indicates him to go. The dog is still not moving, giving him a questioning look. Change to wider angle, showing Brian and the dog facing each other. Steam is coming out of the gullies, people passing them. Brian turns to leave. Quick flash to the dog. The angle changes to his point of view and we watch Brian disappear into the steam. The screen gets clouded, then clears up and we see steam of boiling water pouring out of a kettle. The camera widens up. We’re in the Novotny/Bruckner kitchen. Ben comes into view. He takes the kettle and pours the hot water into three mugs.
BEN (shouting upstairs) Breakfast’s ready, boys!
Two toast pop out of the toaster. Ben puts them on the plates and from the way he does it you can tell they’re hot. He’s juggling with the mugs and the plates, trying to get them over to the table.
BEN (over his shoulder) Hey pal, you’ll be late for school! Hurry up!
We see Michael coming down the stairs in his pyjamas-pants, ruffling his already tousled hair.
MICHAEL (yawning) Uhh.. I think I’ll skip first period. BEN (amused) Fresh as a daisy, just how I love you.
Michael sits down at the table. Ben places a plate in front of him, while kissing him on the temple.
BEN (straightens up to shout upstairs again) Hunter! Last call! (to Michael) Maybe he didn’t hear me. MICHAEL (rubbing his ear) Oh, I definitely have.
He takes the knife and reaches for the butter, while Ben heads back into the kitchen and opens the fridge.
BEN (with his back turned to Michael) So, how was Babylon? MICHAEL (begins to apply butter on his toast and shrugs) You know, pretty much the usual. I got a blow-job, fucked this two guys in the back room... BEN (pouring orange juice in a glass) I wasn’t referring to Brian.
He puts the bottle of juice back into the fridge.
MICHAEL (smiling mischievously) Neither was I.. (He looks at the table, which is set with marmalade, honey and a lot of fruits - frowning) Where.. where’s the peanut-butter? BEN (comes over and places the glass on the table) I didn’t buy it. MICHAEL (in disbelief) You didn’t buy it? BEN (takes the seat beside him) I decided to optimize our habit of diet. You know, removing those bad carbs, adding some letters of the vitamin-alphabet. MICHAEL Well, if you remove the pea from the nut and add some cup to the butter it would perfectly fit in your new diet-schedule. Which you’ve drawn up, because..? BEN (smiles and nudges Michael’s ribs. Michael flinches) I thought we’ve been a little listless and slack lately. MICHAEL (raising his eyebrows) Do you? Didn’t hear you complaining the other night. And by 'we' you mean 'me', 'cause you're already a sugar ascetic. BEN (drawing nearer) There are some sweets that I can't resist. (He kisses Michael behind his ear) It won’t do any harm if we improve our physical condition.
He lets his finger trail down Michael’s bare chest. We see his hand disappear beneath the table top.
MICHAEL (spreads some marmalade on his toast and shrugs) Maybe we should give it a shot. If it’ll also improve your stamina… BEN (draws back his hand - frowning) What’s that suppose to mean? MICHAEL (turns and gives Ben a seductive smile) I just thought you’ve been a little listless and slack lately. BEN Just you wait!
He starts tickling him. Michaels squeaks in a high pitched voice.
MICHAEL (out of breath, trying to repulse him) Cut it out! Cut it out! BEN (stops tickling him) I will give you a demonstration of my stamina!
They start kissing. Behind them we see Hunter coming down the stairs. He’s dressed in loose jeans, a blue-and-white shirt and a pair of sneakers. He wears his hair shorter now, but with a long pony.
HUNTER (rolling his eyes) Geez, I even haven’t had breakfast yet and already I’m forced to watch the discovery channel. Couldn’t you guys just wait, till I’m off?
Michael and Ben stop their little ‘conversation’, while Hunter grabs his backpack and his jacket.
BEN I’ve been calling you for the last ten minutes, pal. You’ll be late for school. HUNTER (matter-of-factly) No, I won’t. Thanks.
He grabs the toast out of Michaels hand, takes a bite and heads for the door. Michael and Ben look at each other, stunned.
HUNTER (chewing) Bye.
He leaves through the back door.
MICHAEL (slightly concerned) You know, he’s acting a little strange lately. He’s always up in his room, locking the door. Doesn’t tell us anything about school. BEN He’s seventeen. What’re you expecting? MICHAEL (shrugs and reaches for another toast) I assume everything’s just fine then. BEN (in agreement) It is. (In a husky voice) So, when are you plan on opening that fancy little comic-shop of yours? MICHAEL (adds marmalade to his new toast, some of it sticks to his fingers) That depends. BEN On what? MICHAEL (turns to him and extends his marmalade covered index finger) When Mr. Bruckner plans on attending his first lecture. BEN (smiling) Being on good terms with the professor I think I can miss a few minutes.
He takes Michael’s finger in his mouth and slowly sucks it clean.
MICHAEL (with a hint of disapproval) Just a few minutes? Haven’t I just told you to work on your stamina…?
Instead of answering, Ben grabs him and claims his lips with a ravenous kiss. Close up of their touching lips, we see a glimpse of tongues, then the camera winds up, showing us Ted and Blake, sharing an intense kiss. Blake’s still in bed, apparently naked, but the lower part of his body is covered by the blankets. Ted’s sitting on the edge. He’s wearing a suit, but he hasn’t put on his jacket yet, the tie dangles around his neck undone.
TED (breaks the kiss) Uh.. We’ve to stop that. I really have to go to work.
He gets up.
BLAKE (lets himself drop back on the mattress) So do I. But luckily, my first meeting won’t start until ten. TED (fumbling with his tie) I wish we could exchange places. I’ve got this meeting at nine with the CEO of Yakawa Electronics and before that I’ve to drop by at Babylon. The new decorator wants to have a look around, before he draws up some of his ideas. BLAKE (watching Ted) I bet he’s cute. TED (still having problems with the tie) Unlikely. Considering the way he sounded on the phone, he’s some worn out… drag queen from Palm Springs, trying… to make a come-back in a tasteless nightmare of tulle and high heels.
Blake gets up to his knees to do the tie. He is naked, but from this angle we just see his thigh. Ted sighs, looking down at him.
BLAKE (concentrating on the tie) Well, my first meeting won’t be very delightful either. Remember the cynical Jonathan. He’s back again. Moody as ever. TED (screwing up his face) Oh, him. Yeah, how could I forget. That snooty little smart ass. BLAKE (giving him a disapproving look) He’s had a really hard time. You should feel sympathy for him. TED (obviously not in a forgiving mood) After what he said to me? I’d rather have my balls tied up. BLAKE (has finished the tie) Well, not everyone’s as lucky as you are. He’s got no one to support him. TED (smiling) Especially not that cute good-looking guy, who’s lying naked in my bed right now.
He bents down and kisses him.
BLAKE It’s not easy being on your own. Believe me, I know. TED (giving in) Okay, okay. He’s a poor devil, you’re right. Can he leave the bedroom now? BLAKE (frowning at him) You really should be more understanding.
He lies down again. Ted sighs and sits down beside him.
TED (touching his shoulder) Look, I’m sorry. I know it’s a tough job and you’re doin’ it really great. I wouldn’t even be here if it wasn’t for you. BLAKE (mumbling) I just supported you. You managed the main part on your own. TED (bends over him) Maybe it’s my turn to give back some of the support. Whadda you think?
He kisses him on the lips, then slowly works his way along the chin, the throat, the chest.
BLAKE (resting on his elbows, watching him) You’ve got to go. You’ll be late. TED (looking up at him) The Queen can wait.
He moves down again. His head stays between Blake’s opened thighs.
BLAKE (panting) What’ll you.. tell him?
Close up of Blake’s face and torso. We see a bit of Ted’s hair moving at the lower corner of the screen.
TED (with a muffled voice) I’d to… serve.. the sceptre.. of.. my King.
Blake throws back his head, a low moan escapes his throat. The camera moves over his chest, along his arm, down to his hand. His fingers are grabbing the sheets. We follow the twist of the fabric. The colour changes. The camera winds up. We’re in the bedroom of the Loft. Brian comes out of the bathroom, dressed in a suit. He starts to make the bed. When he places the pillow, he accidentally pushes a tube from the bedside table.
BRIAN (annoyed) Christ.
He bends down to pick it up. Suddenly he spots a piece of a t-shirt peeping out of one drawer. It’s obviously one of Justin’s, because he slowly opens the drawer, picks it up and examines it with a sad expression on his face. He presses it against his nose to takes in it’s smell, eyes closed.
JUSTIN Do you miss me?
Brian looks up. From his point of view, we see an imaginary Justin lying on the right side of the bed. His head rests in his palm, the upper part of his body is naked, the lower part is covered by the blankets. Brian lets the shirt sink.
BRIAN No. JUSTIN (matter-of-factly) You’re lying. BRIAN (glaring at him) Fuck you. JUSTIN (turns back the covers, exposing himself) I wish you would.
Brian’s fingers are clenching around the shirt, he throws it at the imaginary Justin then. We see the shirt hitting the empty sheets. Brian leaves the bedroom, grabs his briefcase and the car keys from the counter and pushes back the door in order to leave. Flash up to his face. Stunned. Swirling flash around him and we see what he’s looking at. It’s the dog from last night, lying on the floor. When he spots Brian, he gets up.
BRIAN What are you doin’ here? (The dog cocks his head) How’d you get in here? (to himself, shaking his head) Christ, am I out of my mind? I’m talking to a fucking dog.
He turns around and shuts the door, while the dog watches him. Brian locks the door and gets into the elevator. He’s about to pull down the bars, but pauses in the movement. He looks at the dog again, who lays down and rests his head on his paws without breaking eye-contact. Brian rolls his eyes and sighs. He slowly approaches and crouches down in front of him.
BRIAN (stroking doggies head, tickling him behind his ears) Who are you? The hellhound of the devil come to retrieve my soul?
The dog starts whimpering slightly. Then Brian spots something. He’s got an injury at his left front paw, probably caused by the iron pipe from last night. As Brian touches it, the dog yelps.
BRIAN (soothing) All right, all right. I got it. (He sighs again - looking at the dog, thinking) What the hell should I do with you, hmm? (The dog gives him a pretty irresistible look. Brian straightens up. He motions for the elevator) Be my guest. Go ahead.
The dog gets up and follows him into the elevator. Brian pulls down the bars and pushes the button. The winch starts moving and gets them down. Close up of the brick wall. The bricks are changing a bit, we hear somebody imitating a car engine. A truck hits the wall, accompanied by the sound of an explosion. The brick wall falls over. The camera winds up and we see a lot of toy cars covering a carpet. Gus comes into view, sitting in the midst of the whole mess, humming and droning like a fleet of trucks, letting his models rumble down the carpet highway. As he picks up the crashed truck, it looses a tire. He examines it with a frown.
GUS (over his shoulder) Mommy!
Quick flash through a living room, a short part of a hallway, around a corner to Lindsay leaning against a kitchen counter, a chocolate cake is placed beside her.
LINDSAY (into the phone) So, how’s your second new place? JUSTIN (earpiece) It’s really great. Studio and bedroom in one.
Change to Justin. He’s sitting on a bar stool in a room with a high ceiling and two windows facing the street. The walls are painted. From our point of view we see a picture of the Liberty Diner, with it’s tables and it’s counter. Michael, Ted and Emmett are sitting at one table, while Debbie’s taking their orders. An easel with an unfinished painting is placed in front of the wall. Split Screen.
LINDSAY A lot of artists start off like this, you know. JUSTIN (grimacing) That’s comforting… I will remember that next time I wake up in my rainbow coloured sheets, after I fell asleep with my brush and my pallet… (Lindsay laughs)..Er..Listen, have you talked to Brian recently? LINDSAY (eying the chocolate cake) Last Monday, if I remember correctly. JUSTIN Did he say something? …I mean, something about how he’s doing. LINDSAY (walking over to a kitchen chair next to a table) You mean, anything about how bad he’s missing you? JUSTIN (bites his lip, toying with one of his brushes) If he’s missing me at all. LINDSAY (takes an apple out of a bowl, which is sitting on the table top) He still isn’t talking to you? GUS (from the background) Mommy!!
Lindsay puts the apple back into the bowl and pokes her head around the corner to check on him.
JUSTIN (drawing circles onto his thigh with the handle of his brush) No. He has neither returned any of my calls nor answered one of my e-mails. LINDSAY (to Justin) Hold on a sec. (to Gus) What’s wrong, sweetie?
Lindsay’s side becomes full screen.
GUS (comes over, showing her his damaged toy) It’s broken. Can you fix it? LINDSAY (takes the truck and examines it closely) Looks like it was involved in a very serious accident. GUS (vehemently shakes his head) It just fell off. LINDSAY (softly stroking his hair) When Mama comes home from the doctor, she’ll repair it. Until then it has to stay in the garage, okay? GUS (nodding) ’kay.
He smiles and turns around. Lindsay gives him a slap on the butt and watches him returning to his toys.
LINDSAY (back on the phone) Sorry, where were we?
Back to Split Screen.
JUSTIN (slightly worried) Mel’s at the doctor? Is everything all right? LINDSAY (puts the truck aside) Just a routine check for Jenny Rebecca. Nothing to worry about. (Her gaze turns to the broken tire) I’m more concerned what will happen, if Mel can’t fix Gus’ truck. JUSTIN (dipping the brush into the yellow colour of his pallet) He’ll forget about it as soon as he’s got another one to play with. (murmuring) Like father, like son. LINDSAY (approaches the cake again) You’re wrong. It’s from Brian. It was in the mail with a red mustang and a black Ferrari two weeks ago. He cherishes it like life itself.
Justin pulls up his knee and rests his chin on it, while looking at the canvas in front of him.
JUSTIN (with a muffled voice) I don’t know what to do, Lindz. I’m so desperate, I even wrote him a letter. LINDSAY (pulls the cake closer to her) A good old-fashioned love letter. I always wanted one… I hope Brian appreciates it. JUSTIN (sticks his brush behind his ear) It wasn’t exactly a love letter. (shrugging) Well, maybe it was..sort of.. Ah, I don’t know. LINDSAY (letting her finger circle above the cake) Then my advice would be: Give him time. JUSTIN (in a sarcastic tone) How much more does he need? Another three weeks? LINDSAY (sinks her index finger in one of the cream dots) You know him.
She licks it clean, obviously pleased by the taste.
JUSTIN (straightens up) I’m not so sure about that lately. I mean, we were practically married and now he isn’t even talking to me. LINDSAY (tasting another cream dot) Did you ask Michael what’s wrong with him? JUSTIN (slips off the stool) Yes, but it would have been easier for a chameleon sitting on a rainbow to decide on a colour, than finding an answer for him. LINDSAY (turns the cake so the two missing cream dots aren’t so obvious) Well, I’ll see what I can do. I promise. JUSTIN Thanks. LINDSAY Look after yourself, okay? JUSTIN (nods) I will.
They both hang up and Justin gets the full screen. He puts the phone onto the stool. He’s standing in front of his painting, arms crossed above his chest. Suddenly he rises the pallet and throws it against the canvas.
JUSTIN (angry) That’s for shit!
Vince pokes his head through the door. His hair is still messy, he’s wearing a tracksuit. Obviously he intents to go out jogging. From his point of view, we see Justin standing on the parquet, clenching his fists. Colour is dropping from the canvas.
VINCE (smirking) What’s that? Modern Art? JUSTIN (shouting) I could rip his balls off! That fucking son of a bitch! Why is he doing that to me? VINCE (mocking) Wow, you must really love him.
Next thing we see, Vince pulling back his head, hastily closing the door. The brush slams against it, then drops to the floor. The camera pans over to Justin, we see his ruined painting. It shows of a lot of faces or more likely parts of faces. It’s hard to tell. The camera pans above the canvas, approaching the wall with the Liberty Diner on it. The painting comes to life and turns into the real thing, but it’s just Michael and Emmett sitting at the table. Debbie’s wearing her usual service dress, her t-shirt says ‘Don’t talk with your mouth full’. Emmett is dressed up in a v-shaped cream-coloured pullover. He’s wearing a necklace with the male symbol as a pendant. Actually the arrow is replaced by an half-erected penis. Michael’s wearing a blue sweater.
DEBBIE (pulls out her notepad) And what do you want, baby? MICHAEL (without hesitation) Three peanut butter sandwiches, peppermint mousse, two lemon bars with whipping cream and a large coke… Oh, oh.. and a straw. DEBBIE Well, I always used to say you’re a sweet boy, but if you ate all this, your straw will probably turn into a sugar cane.
She points towards his crouch.
EMMETT (delighted) Yummie. I’d like that. DEBBIE (raising her eyebrows) Are your every-flavour rubbers not sufficient anymore, honey? EMMETT (looking at her in surprise) How’d you know about my rubbers? DEBBIE (grinning) I found them in the kitchen two days ago. Carl and I had the hell of a tasteful night afterwards. MICHAEL (covers his ears) Uh… that’s gross. I don't want to know. EMMETT (enthusiastic) Did you also play ‘Guess the flavour’? I scored sixty five points the last time. DEBBIE (pointing with her thumb towards her chest) Eighty. MICHAEL (takes the hands off his ears) Would you two please cut it out!
Emmett takes his hands up in a soothing manner. Debbie laughs. She bends over to Emmett.
DEBBIE (glancing at Michael) I bet he couldn’t tell orange from mandarin.
They laugh and Debbie leaves.
MICHAEL (shouting after her) I’ve already tasted a lot of oranges and mandarins, mother. I can tell the difference! DEBBIE (shouting back) As you say, baby!
A lot of guys look up from their meals, amused. Michael surely isn’t. Embarrassed he turns to Emmett, who can’t help but smile.
MICHAEL (clears his throat) So.. Today’s the big day, huh? EMMETT (fumbling with his necklace) I don’t even know what job they exactly want me for. MICHAEL I thought this guy, who recommended you was very fond of your service. Of the party-service, I mean. EMMETT (now fumbling with the sugar castor) He were… Of both services. (He puts on a lascivious grin) But you know how I feel about interviews. If it comes to saying the wrong thing at the wrong time, you can definitely count…
Ted appears beside Emmett and pushes him down the bench, while he takes a seat.
TED (shouting over to the counter) Coffee. Black and to go please. WAITER (by the way, he’s a really cute blonde) Coming up in a flash.
He gives Ted the eye, who seems to not even notice.
TED (barely looking at him) Thanks. (He turns to Michael and Emmett) Sorry guys, but I can’t stay. Too much work. MICHAEL But you do have time to take care of some special offers after all, don’t you? TED (cocking his brows) What are you talkin’ about? EMMETT (points with his head in the direction of the counter) The delicious canapé. .. (He gives the waiter a once-all-over) God, I love lemon bars. TED You’re not talking about dessert, are you? MICHAEL It’s about the main course. EMMETT (impatient) Teddy, what’s wrong with you? This new, hot waiter gives you the green lights and you stick to the starting line? TED (looking over to the waiter) He did? (turning his attention back to his friends) Whatever. For one thing, I’m in a loving, monogamous relationship… (Emmett rolls his eyes) ..and fucking busy for another. MICHAEL Why don’t you take it easy? TED (sighing) I wish I could. MICHAEL What’s the problem? TED I started off as an accountant and now I’m man Friday. (His cell phone rings)… That’s exactly what I mean. (He takes the call) Ted Schmidt.
The hot waiter comes over and places Ted’s coffee on the table. Ted searches the inside of his jacket for his wallet.
WAITER (symbolizes him to keep it) It’s on the house… (He winks) For special guests. TED (shouting) Are you out of your fucking mind?!
The waiter looks at him, puzzled. Just as Michael and Emmett. Ted realizes and shakes his head, waving his hand.
TED (to the boys) Not you.
Emmett and Michael look at each other meaningfully. The waiter is obviously pissed and walks back to the counter.
TED (into the phone) No, you bloody idiot.. Not you! .. Listen, I don’t want Deathdick Destruction to perform! (He gets up from the bench) Not this weekend, not the next, never ever! Did you get it? MICHAEL (bending over the table, whispering to Emmett) When did our gentle, good-natured Ted Schmidt turn into this ruthless, bossy dungeon-master? EMMETT (matter-of-factly) Since he became the right hand of the devil. TED (sighs – into the phone) Fantastic… So, next time I call you’ve got me a fucking oyster orchestra or a bunch of tap-dancing water sprites… I don’t give a shit. As long as they are good-looking and hung.
He hangs up. Debbie comes up to service them breakfast. Emmett gets two half rolls with cheese and marmalade and a cup of coffee. Michael’s order has been slightly rearranged. Instead of the peanut-butter sandwiches, he gets turkey on toast, scrambled eggs and a mug of peppermint tea.
DEBBIE Two equal important qualities in a man, if you ask me. EMMETT I agree to that. TED (puts his cell phone back into the pocket of his jacket) Hi, Deb. Sorry, guys. I’ve got to run.
He grabs his coffee and heads for the door.
DEBBIE (looking after him) Jesus, what’s wrong with him? (She turns to the boys) Too much coffee? EMMETT Too much Kinney, if you ask me. MICHAEL (examining his plate with a growing expression of dissatisfaction on his face) That’s not what I ordered. DEBBIE (acting surprised) Really? Hm.. Maybe Darnel got it wrong. Do you want me to make a complaint? MICHAEL (hastily) No, no. I don’t have a death wish.. Anyway, where’s my dessert? DEBBIE (tips her head) Oh, right. I nearly forgot. Here, baby.
She turns to the counter, picks up something and places it on Michael’s plate. We see him screwing up his face. Close up of his dessert. It’s one single and very small chocolate cookie. We hear Emmett laughing in the background. The camera is still focused on the cookie. A hand appears from above and takes it. The camera winds up and we see a handsome man in his forties, blond hair, brown eyes. He’s wearing a suit and a very conservative tie. The cookie disappears into his mouth. We’re in a coffee shop. Now we see Emmett sitting on the bench opposite the guy.
RONALD CARLYLE (looking at some papers) Your resume is very interesting, Mr. Honeycutt. Obviously you tried your hand at a couple of very unusual jobs. EMMETT (with a crooked smile) I’m interested in a variety of things. RONALD (reading the resume) Switchboard operator for a lawyer’s office, costumer consultant for a food company and a men outfitter… EMMETT (holding up his hands) I’m just a little country boy who got around a lot looking for his true calling. RONALD (frowning) Mmm… And what does performance artist in the entertainment industry mean? EMMETT (evasive) Well.. I entertained people on a website. RONALD (with an inquiring look) Doing what in particular? EMMETT (shrugs) Erm.. Sort of an education programme. About rises and eruptions mainly. RONALD (raising his eyebrow in disbelief) Rises and eruptions, huh? (Emmett gives him a crooked smile) Let’s play with our cards on the table. You were whacking off on a gay porn website called jerkatwork.com, ran by Ted Schmidt, who was arrested for employing an underage boy during the election campaign of former police chief Jim Stockwell. EMMETT (remorseful) Well, I guess, you could put it that way. RONALD (puts his hand on the table) You don’t have any idea which job you’re applying for, do you? EMMETT (slowly shaking his head) Not.. exactly. RONALD (leans back) I’m the secretary of Senator Philip Hayward. He entrusted me with the task of finding somebody, who’s able to run a big household and organize banquets. You see we’re only five weeks to the election and it’s very important to make the right contacts with the right people. EMMETT (puts his hand on his chest) But why me? I mean, don’t get me wrong.. I’m honoured.. erm.. But my last publicly appearance didn’t go down so well with my former employees. RONALD Look, Mr. Honeycutt. Our PR manager recommended you because of your excellent talent for organisation, decoration and catering. There will be a short statement about your employment in front of the press and that’s it. EMMETT (sceptical) I’m not quite sure if you’re asking the right man, Mr. Carlyle. RONALD (opens his briefcase) Well, I am. All you need to do is sign some papers. (He puts them and a pen in front of Emmett - giving him an encouraging smile) It’s just a job, Mr. Honeycutt.
Close up to Emmett, looking down at the papers. We follow his gaze to the first page. It’s an employment contract. The writing becomes blurred, the camera winds up. Obviously we’re looking at different papers now, because they’re lying on Cynthia’s desk. We’re at Kinnetik. People are running up and down the hallway, a telephone is ringing. A guy, talking into the receiver of his headphone, passes. While he’s talking he’s looking at a print-out of photographs in his left hand and takes a sip from a coffee mug which he’s holding in his right. He almost bounces into the brunette courier, who’s gliding down the corridor on rollerblades. A stressed out Cynthia enters the picture, throws a bunch of mail onto the desk and reaches for the phone.
CYNTHIA (shouting over her shoulder, addressing the courier) Jesus, Ty. I told you a thousand times this’ not the half pipe. TY (already out of the picture, but shouting back) Aye, ma’am. CYNTHIA (into the phone) Kinnetik madhouse. How can I help you?
Ted approaches from the right, encircling Cynthia’s desk. He’s just wearing his shirt and the tie. No jacket.
CYNTHIA (takes a seat, into the phone) No, Sir, I said ad-house. TED (pointing towards Brian’s office) Has he finally shown up? CYNTHIA (shakes her head, into the receiver) I’m sorry. He’s in a meeting right now. TED (mouthing) Where is he? CYNTHIA (shrugging - into the phone) He’ll give you a call, as soon as he’s available. Yes, Sir. I’ll tell him. Bye. CYNTHIA (hangs up and lets out a growl) I have an itch to kill somebody. TED (sympathetically) I know what that feels like. CYNTHIA We can’t afford to annoy our clients. Vanguard will swallow them without hesitation. TED (smiling) You’re right. We should give them something else to swallow instead.
Cynthia shakes her head, amused. Her gaze shifts towards the door. Quick flash to Brian entering Kinnetik. They notice him at the same instant.
CYNTHIA (gets up from the chair – relieved) Brian. TED (growling) Finally. BRIAN (passing by) Signing session’s later on.
He enters his office, Ted and Cynthia at his heels.
CYNTHIA (reproachful) Where the hell have you been? Remson called three times already. TED (screwing up his face) Mr. Yashi was so pissed, he threw an ashtray at me. (muttering) So much to the Eastern courtesy. BRIAN (pulls his chair out - giving Ted a smirk) Did he hit? TED (clearly not amused) Well, let’s just say we shouldn’t charge him the shattered frame of your latest CLEO Award.
Brian puts his jacket onto the chair back and sits down, ignoring the last statement.
BRIAN (addressing Cynthia) I want the designs for the Aquatrans campaign on my desk in five minutes, a phone connection to Mr. Hanson and a cup of coffee… In exactly the condition I like all good things in life. CYNTHIA (smiling) Hot.
He gives her an ‘exactly’ finger motion. She leaves.
TED (takes a seat in front of Brian’s desk) Listen, Brian. We’ve got to talk. BRIAN (looks up from the papers) You know, I wonder where this urge to communicate in people comes from. TED I need help. BRIAN (leans back in his chair) If Viagra isn’t working anymore, there’s not much you can do. TED (screws up his face) Seriously. We need someone to take care of Babylon. A manager. Someone, who looks after the decoration, the staff, the live acts… BRIAN (smirking) I don’t think the costumers need someone to take care of their live acts. TED (giving him a glare) You know what I mean. These things don’t agree with my probation conditions. There’s just too much sex involved. It could get me in serious trouble. BRIAN (shrugs) All good things in life demand a price, Theodore. Otherwise it would be fucking boring.
After a look at Ted’s grim face, he relents.
BRIAN (lifts his hands) Oh, all right, all right. Go, find someone. I’ll leave it to you. TED (relieved) Thank you, Brian.
He gets up and turns to leave the room.
BRIAN But don’t get me wrong. (Ted turns around to look at him) If he doesn’t do a kick-ass-job, I’ll kick yours. TED (with an ironic smile) You really know how to motivate your employees. BRIAN (smirking) That’s why I’m still on top.
He turns back to the papers on his desk. Ted leaves the room.
CYNTHIA (rushes in and places a few documents on Brian’s desk) The contract for DATEC. I finished it this morning. Coffee machine’s running. Neill will drop by in person to present you the design for Aquatrans and I’ll call Mr. Hanson’s office next instant. BRIAN Great.
He takes a look at the contract. Cynthia doesn’t leave.
BRIAN (looks up) Now what? CYNTHIA (hesitantly) Erm.. This came for you.
She puts a letter in front of him. It’s got a postal stamp from New York on it. Brian stares at the letter.
CYNTHIA I know it’s none of my business, but he sounded really upset last time he called. Maybe you should talk to him. BRIAN (still staring at the letter) You’re right… (Cynthia seems relieved, Brian looks at her) It’s none of your business.
The expression on Cynthia’s face turns to helplessness. Brian pulls out one of the drawers and puts the letter in. The camera follows, change of angle. We see Brian from beneath, his jaw tenses. He pushes the drawer close and we’re left in darkness. A heartbeat later a door is pulled open and we’re greeted by Michael’s face. We’re inside the fridge. Michael examines the contents with a growing expression of disappointment. He reaches towards us and takes out a small plastic carton. Frowning he straightens up and turns around, taking us with him. He slams the door of the fridge.
MICHAEL (sounding almost disgusted, holding the carton with two fingers) This is natural yogurt.
Ben’s sitting at the dining table, hunched over some books and papers. He’s got his glasses on and a pencil in his hand. He seems to be in deep thoughts. At least he was. He gives Michael a look over the rim of his glasses.
BEN (matter-of-factly) You’re really observant. MICHAEL (puts the yogurt on the kitchen counter) What the hell happened to my chocolate pudding? BEN (sighs) I already told you, those things are off the menu. MICHAEL (holding up the yogurt again) Okay, joking aside. You’re not really expecting me to feed on this? BEN (slightly annoyed, puts his pencil down) Oh, come on, Michael. Don’t be ridiculous. MICHAEL (puts the yogurt down again - glaring at him) I’m ridiculous?! Did it eventually occur to you that I mightn’t be so fond of rabbit feed? You could’ve at least asked me before you threw the half of my things away. BEN (holding up his hands in a defensive manner, carefully choosing the words) I’m sorry. It wasn’t my intention to pass over you. MICHAEL (still disgruntled) But you did. HUNTER (strolling into the living room) Speaking of passing, I just passed my physics exam. BEN (obviously relieved for the change of topic) That’s great. I told you, you could do it, if you cram for it. HUNTER (walks over to the kitchen) I didn’t have to. I’m a natural talent. (to Michael) So, what’s for dinner?
He opens the fridge and takes a look inside.
MICHAEL (crosses his arms over his chest - giving Ben a nasty look) Ask the nutritional scientist.
Ben rolls his eyes and sighs. Hunter emerges from behind the door of the fridge.
HUNTER (with a puzzled look on his face) There’s just green stuff in there. MICHAEL (with a false smile) Wait till you see what’s for dessert.
He takes Hunter’s hand and puts the yogurt in it. Leaving the stunned boy behind, he heads for the door. Ben gets up, as Michael reaches for his shoes. He takes off his glasses.
BEN Michael, wait. Where are you going? MICHAEL (putting his shoes on) I’m going to rob a confectionary shop. I need a big, thick lollipop right now. My blood sugar level is definitely too low. BEN (trying hard not to be amused) You don’t even have a gun. MICHAEL (straightens up and grabs his jacket) Oh, you should know better.
He storms out and slams the door. Ben’s seems a bit confused by this vehement reaction. He gazes at Hunter, who shrugs and puts the yogurt back into the fridge.
HUNTER I don’t know about you, dude, but I’m in the mood for a huge, greasy pizza.
He gives Ben a bright smile. Ben groans and sits down again. The camera focuses on Hunter, who opens one of the kitchen drawers and brings out a red flyer. It says: ‘New Opening – Pittsburgh Pizza Palace – Get the taste of Italy’. There photographs from different coated pizzas. The logo shows a Pizza with legs, arms and even a face. It’s got a crown on. The camera zooms up to it, then winds up. We’re no longer looking at the flyer, it’s bigger. A poster. Somebody pinned it against a lamppost. The one in front of Brian’s Loft. We see the corvette coming up the lane and parking in front of the building. Brian gets out, taking his folder with him and locks the car. When he walks towards the door, he comes to an abrupt halt.
BRIAN Fuck.
Quick flash to the door. It’s the dog, sitting in front of it. Slowly Brian approaches.
BRIAN (sighs) I can’t get rid of you, can I?
The dog wags his tail and gives a bark. Brian hesitates. Frowning, he opens the door and lets the dog in. They get into the elevator.
BRIAN (lifting his index finger) Woe betide you if you make a sound. That fucking prick next door will probably call the police.
He shuts the bars. We see the wooden frame hitting the floor. Next instant it’s pushed up. They get out of the elevator. Brian gets out his key and unlocks the door.
BRIAN (turns to the dog) I should warn you. I won’t let you stay if you remain in your current condition. It’s your last chance to change your mind.
The dog looks up at him and sneezes. Brian twists up his face, but lets the dog enter anyway. He shuts the door, puts his keys and the folder on the counter. While he takes off his coat and his jacket, he heads for the telephone table. The answering machine is blinking.
BRIAN (over his shoulder, addressing the dog, who’s started roaming the place immediately) Stay away from the carpets.. and the furniture… Well, better don’t move at all.
Of course there’s no reaction from the dog, who continues his exploration. Brian stops, puts two bend fingers in his mouth and whistles.
BRIAN (strict voice) Sit.
The dog obeys. With a satisfied smile, Brian puts the garments over the couch back and pushes the button of the answering machine. A beep.
FEMALE VOICE (machine) Message number one. MALE VOICE (machine) Hello, Mr. Kinney. Dr. Greenwood’s speaking. It’s about the dog, you’ve turned in this morning. BRIAN (loosening his tie - to the dog) He’s talking about you. DR. GREENWOOD (machine) Obviously one of my employees was careless and the animal ran away.
Brian gets rid of the tie and opens the buttons of his shirt.
DR. GREENWOOD I tracked down the registration number I got from his chip. So, if he turns up, give me a call and I’ll inform the owners.
Brian looks at the dog, who lowers himself on the floor, head on his paws and watches him.
FEMALE VOICE Message number two. LINDSAY (machine) Hey, Bri. It’s Lindz. Listen, I’ve talked to Justin this morning.
Brian screws up his face. He’s standing beside the kitchen counter.
LINDSAY He’s got no idea, what’s wrong with you.. Neither do I. Well, whatever it is, at least give him a call and tell him… (After a short pause – softly) We miss you..
Brian goes over to the fridge and opens it’s door
GUS (in the background) Mommy.
Brian takes out a bottle and shuts the door.
LINDSAY (to Gus) Say goodbye to Daddy. GUS (into the receiver) Bye, Daddy.
The line goes dead, we hear the beeping sound. Brian stares over at the answering machine, obviously in deep, dark thoughts. When the dog whimpers, he’s brought back to reality. He opens the bottle and takes a sip.
BRIAN (addressing the dog) Let’s get back to business. Come here, fleabag.
He leaves his open bottle on the counter and approaches the dog, who smells a rat and retreats a few steps. As Brian tries to reach his neck, he jumps to the left and evades the grip. We hear the first beats from Yellow’s The Race. Brian struggles to remain his balance. He turns to the dog, who's standing a few inches away from him, watching him expectantly.
BRIAN (warning) Don’t fuck with me, buddy.
He goes over to the dog and reaches for him. Again the dog escapes. Another beat from The Race. Brian straightens up, annoyed.
BRIAN (rolling up his sleeves) You want it the hard way, huh? Well, that’s fine with me.
Music: Yellow The Race – Brian approaches the dog, who starts to run, Brian at his heels. He chases him around the couch, then through the bedroom. Slithering he grabs a hold of the kitchen counter, then continues to pursue the fugitive. Around the computer desk, a second time across the bedroom, but all efforts are in vain. The dog runs into the kitchen again. Brian comes to a halt at the counter, his chest’s heaving. The music stops. Brian's fingers move in a staccato on the countertop. He’s thinking, his gaze roaming around the kitchen. He spots something on the cupboard. Again first beats of The Race. His mouth turns into an evil smirk. He reaches for a glass container of Cheerios, opens it and throws one Cheerio over to the dog, who sniffs at it and swallows it immediately. Beats of The Race. Like in Hansel and Gretel he produces a line of Cheerios, leading directly into the bathroom. The music fades in again. We follow the tail-wagging dog, devouring every piece in a rapid motion. Finally he reaches the bathroom. The door shuts. The music stops. Brian’s features are reflected by the frosted glass.
BRIAN (triumphantly) Ha! Gotcha.
We hear the dog yelping in surprise and see his shadow turning.
BRIAN (self-satisfied) I really am the Master of Tricking.
The shower is turned up, steam’s slowly filling the room. Close up of the glass. We hear a high-pitched howl. The camera comes through the door and dives into the rising steam. Panting sounds, a low moan. The steam clears up a bit. A hand appears from the left and presses itself against the tile. Another arm comes up and a second hand cups the first one. In the background we hear music from an opera. The camera winds up. A head enters the picture, kissing the exposed crook of neck in front. It’s Ted. His fingers trail down above abs, along the hairline and vanish below. A hand grabs his butt cheek. Ted’s hand's resting on a shoulder. The camera winds up. Blake's standing in the shower, wet with water. He steadies himself with his hands on the wall and the glass. Ted’s fucking him, one hand on Blake’s hip, the other one on his shoulder. The water runs along Ted’s spine, steam is dancing around them. They really got it going, when suddenly the music swells. The angle changes, we see the shower doors from the inside now. A shadow looms there and slowly approaches. The singer cries her lungs out. Somebody reaches for the door. It opens and we see.. Emmett, poking his head inside. He looks surprised, examining the scene in disbelief. From his point of view, we see Ted and Blake staring at him, completely taken aback.
TED (stunned) What the hell..?! BLAKE Jesus. EMMETT Oops. TED (furious, motioning him to close the door) Emmett! EMMETT (half-smiling, failing to hide his amusement) Sorry.
Slowly he closes the door. We see the shower from his point of view. Shadows are moving behind the glass. Blake groans, obviously Ted’s pulled out. The water is cut off. The door opens and Ted sticks out his head. Behind him we see Blake leaning against the wall, with an extremely pissed off expression on his face.
EMMETT I-I’m really sorry. I didn’t mean to interrupt. TED (angry) But you did!.. How the hell did you get in here? EMMETT (holding up a bunch of keys) You gave me the keys, remember. TED (close to screaming) For emergencies! EMMETT (puts his hands on his hips) Who says it isn’t an emergency? TED (glaring at him) You can’t just barging in here. EMMETT (light-hearted) Well, the music was playing so loud, I figured you haven’t heard the doorbell. TED Maybe I didn’t answer the door, because I didn’t want to be interrupted… There even is a word for it: It’s called privacy. EMMETT (curls his lips) Oh, come on, Teddy. It’s not like I haven’t seen you like this before. And you’re still in great shape. TED (icy) Thanks for the praise, but this is a completely different situation. EMMETT (shrugging) Yes, whatever… Guess what happened today. TED (annoyed) You’ve won the auction on e-bay for one of Cher’s leopard G-strings. EMMETT (shaking his head) Everybody knows she wouldn’t sell her strings. No, I’ve got a new job. As the main organizer in housekeeping and celebration matters.
He’s looking at him expectantly.
TED (disbelieving) You’re a housemaid? Again? That..? That is your emergency? EMMETT (ignoring Ted’s lack of enthusiasm) Main organizer. For Senator Hayward. He’s a favoured candidate in the upcoming election and he wants me to organize banquets for him. What do you say, Teddy? TED (sarcastic) Hoo-ray. EMMETT (putting on a hurt face) I really thought you would be happy that I’ve got a new job.
He turns to leave. Hastily Ted extends his wet arm to hold him back. Emmett turns to look at him again.
TED (conciliatory) I am happy for you. Honestly. EMMETT (pleased) You are? (Ted nods) It’s a good job, you know. The salary’s great and I’ll meet famous people. TED Sounds great. So what are you worrying about? EMMETT In case you’ve forgotten, he’s a republican. Working for him is against my political believes. TED (astonished) Your political what..? EMMETT (pensive) I’m still not sure why they chose me. Do you think it was okay to take the job nevertheless? TED (puts his wet hand on Emmett’s shoulder and gives him an encouraging smile) Yes, I do. And believe me, every damn democrat will forgive you as long as he’s got your vote in the election. EMMETT (smiling) Thanks, Teddy.
He kisses him on the cheek.
BLAKE (from the background) Now this’ settled, I’d really like to finish.. ‘showering’. So, if you don’t mind… EMMETT (whispering) Is he always that bossy? TED (also whispering) Just when he’s caught in the act. EMMETT (snickers - addressing Blake) Don’t forget to soap.
Blake snarls.
EMMETT (to Ted) See you tomorrow. TED Yeah, bye.
Emmett leaves and Ted pulls his head back inside, taking us with him.
TED (looking at Blake) I’m sorry. He’s just a little excited. BLAKE (pointing with his head towards his crotch) Well, I know what that feels like. TED (smiling) I’m glad to hear you’re ready for the second act.
He opens the door again and reaches for a new condom. The camera follows, focusing on the wrapped item, then winds up and we see Lou stepping out of the bathroom, holding up a condom. She’s dressed to kill. Black mini-skirt, high-heels, light blue backless shirt with a neckline-string.
LOU (shouting) Boys!
Vince comes out of the kitchen. He’s got a cheese sandwich from which he's already taken a few bites.
VINCE (chewing) What’s up? LOU (lowers the condom and points at his crotch) Obviously nothing yet.
Vince swallows and puts on his very-funny-face.
VINCE (matter-of-factly) You’re looking like a hooker. LOU (air kisses him) You know I’m not going for flattery.
Vince grins. Justin emerges from his room and leans against the doorframe. He’s wearing blue jeans and a white worn-out shirt, which’s got a lot of paint on it.
JUSTIN (crosses his arms over his chest, playfully moving the brush between his fingers) You’ve called, Your Highness. LOU (clears her throat) Well, I’d like to inform you, that my royal self is out of rubbers. (She holds up the condom again) That’s the only one left. VINCE (ironic) Too bad. Maybe you should stay home and milk our rubber plant to ensure the supplies. LOU (menacing, addressing Vince) I’m going to milk something else, if you help yourself on my provisions again. VINCE (disgusted) Aw.. Don’t threaten me with something like that. I’ll get nightmares. JUSTIN (grinning) She’ll sneak under your covers, when she comes home tonight. LOU (with pretended indignation) Why did you give it away? Now you’ve ruined the surprise. VINCE (glaring at Justin) If I had known what a nasty little devil you are, when I let you fuck me in the backroom of PleasureDome, I never would have told you that we were looking for a roommate. LOU (to Vince) You didn’t tell me about that. (reproachful) That weren’t the kind of interview method we agreed on. JUSTIN I didn’t mind. VINCE Neither did I. LOU (shaking her head) Queers.. JUSTIN I take that as a compliment. LOU (smiling) I didn't mean it any other way.. (to Vince) Stay away from my rubbers.
She turns around and closes the bathroom door behind her.
VINCE (slowly approaching Justin) So, whadda you doin’ tonight, tiger? JUSTIN (shrugs) Working. VINCE (letting his fingers trailing along Justin’s chest) Bullshit. You’re waiting for him to call. JUSTIN (gently takes his hand away) Maybe. VINCE (seductive) Come with me. Let’s live it up in the bars. Check out some new clubs. Hot tricks in short pants. What do you say?
Justin sighs. He looks at Vince, then concentrates on his brush.
JUSTIN (begins to scrap dried paint off of the handle) Do you think I kid myself, Vince? To think that he longs for me? VINCE (lays a hand on Justin’s shoulder, who looks up) Yes, I do. (Noticing the unhappy expression on Justin’s face, he adds) He refuses to talk to you, doesn’t he? Why would he do that? JUSTIN (not sounding very convincing) Because he loves me..? VINCE (rolls his eyes) Oh, come on, Justin. Get real.
He retreats, takes another bite from his sandwich and heads for the kitchen.
VINCE (over his shoulder) Now, get changed. It’s time to party.
Justin sighs again and re-enters his room, hanging his head. On the left side is the Liberty Diner we’ve already seen. Music fades in. Roxette – Perfect Day Part 2. The camera slowly shifts to the right. Between the windows we see a painting of Babylon. Justin and Brian are dancing underneath a disco ball. We see shadowy movements and a slight rotation of the ball. Shift to the right. It’s the loft. Justin and Brian on the bed. Brian’s fucking Justin doggy-style. Again we see the light movements. There’s an easel in front of the Loft-painting with a covered canvas on it. Justin slowly approaches. He takes off the cloth. It’s a portrait of Brian, smirking. In the background we still see the blurred movements of the bedroom-action. Justin extends his hand, touches the cheek of the painted Brian. He let’s his fingers slowly trail down the jawline. Close up of the painting. We can’t see Justin’s fingers any longer. The picture starts to move and slowly turns into the real thing. The camera widens up, we’re swirled around Brian in a flash. Now we see Michael standing on the doorstep. Brian’s just wearing jeans. His hair’s wet, water drops are running down his shoulders and his chest.
BRIAN (with a faked smile) I wasn’t expecting you, otherwise I’d have baked a cake. MICHAEL (frowning at him) Could we skip the sarcastic remarks? I’m not in the mood.
He walks in, passes Brian and heads for the couch.
BRIAN (closes the door and turns around) So, what did the professor do? MICHAEL (turns around) I don’t want to talk about it. (Brian arches his brows, Michael sighs) We had an argument. BRIAN (sarcastic) What’d he do? Had a stand-up piss? MICHAEL (frowning at him) Brian. (He walks over to the kitchen counter) He made a decision without asking for my opinion. BRIAN (places himself beside Michael) He changed the curtains in the living room. MICHAEL (walking behind the kitchen counter) Seriously. I don’t know why I freaked out like this. It wasn’t really that important. I think it’s just that I want him to ask my opinion instead of deciding what's best for me. We’re partners, husbands. He never treated me like that before. BRIAN (shrugs) You’re a housewife now. What’re you expecting. MICHAEL (angry) I’m not a housewife. BRIAN (walking over to him) Do you know what your fucking problem is? (Michael cocks a brow) You’ve got a superhero complex. MICHAEL That’s not true. BRIAN (puts his arm around him) You’re a submissive bottom boy. What you want is someone to protect you, to take the lead. MICHAEL (wants to contradict) That’s.. (He doesn’t finish the sentence, because he stares over to the bedroom. Quick flash up the stairs. We see the dog jumping down. His fur’s is damp and ruffled) What the fuck is that?
The dog comes over and sniffs at Michael’s leg, who eyes him suspiciously.
BRIAN (ironic) My guess, a guinea pig (Michael's not amused, Brian lets him go) Don’t wet your pants. I just found him straying around, I’ll take him to the vet tomorrow. MICHAEL (frowning) I had no idea you had such a great liking for dogs. BRIAN (grinning) Well, they can lick their own balls...
Michael screws up his face and moves a bit away from the dog. Suddenly his cell phone rings. Michael roams his pockets, takes out the phone. When he looks at the display, he screws up his face.
MICHAEL (takes the call – grouchy) Yes? BEN (appears in front like Lindsay in 3.08) Did you rob someone? MICHAEL (curtly) Not yet. BEN I’m glad to hear that… Michael, listen. (remorseful) I’m really sorry. It was just a bad case of over eagerness, I guess. It won't happen again. MICHAEL (still a bit sulking) Fine. BEN Do you think you can forgive me? (Michael doesn’t answer) Michael? MICHAEL (sighing) Yes, I do. BEN (relieved) Then you should come straight back home.. and don’t forget your gun.
He smiles and vanishes.
MICHAEL (smiling) Don’t worry, I won’t. (He hangs up. From the look on Brian’s face, you can tell, he’s about to make a nasty remark) Don’t say anything… I have to go.
He heads for the door, accompanied by Brian.
BRIAN (leaning against the brick wall) Make-up Sex, huh.. You’ll rip your clothes off, fall upon each other and fuck in the hallway like two barbarians on the velour carpet. MICHAEL So, what’ll you do tonight? BRIAN (pointing at the dog) Guarding the furniture. MICHAEL (touches his arm) It’s all right, you know. (Brian cocks a brow) To miss him. BRIAN (opens the door) I think it’s time for you to go. MICHAEL (not moving) Do you know what your problem is?.. You’re scared. BRIAN (gently shoving him out of the door) Give my greetings to the professor. MICHAEL (softly) Brian..
He touches his face. For a brief moment Brian leans in the touch, then takes Michael’s hand away and embraces him.
BRIAN (whispering in his ear) Good night, Michael.
He kisses him on the cheek and lets him go.
MICHAEL I know your secret identity, too.
He smiles mischievously and leaves. Brian stares after him, thinking. The dog comes over and scrutinizes him.
BRIAN (frowning) Don’t look at me like that.
He shuts the door, walks over to the counter, takes something out of the folder and weights it in his hand. It’s Justin’s letter. He heads for the bedroom, followed by the dog. He sits down and looks at the letter. His attention shifts, when he notices the dog is about to jump onto the bed.
BRIAN (in a strict voice) No.
The dog barks one time as if to declare his protest. He sits down on the sheepskin to Brian’s feet. Brian turns the letter in his hands, then puts it onto the bedside table to his right and reaches for a cigarette. He's about to light it, when his gaze wanders to the dog. The imaginary Justin is sitting behind him, stroking his head.
JUSTIN What’s your fucking problem? BRIAN (vitriolic) You are.
He puts the cigarette aside.
JUSTIN (softly) Why? Because you love me?
Brian doesn’t answer. He’s gritting his teeth.
JUSTIN (stops stroking the dog) I’m just a part of your subconscious. Lying to me is like lying to yourself.
He moves closer. Brian’s watching his movements. Justin kneels in front of him, his hands are resting on the edge of the bed next to Brian’s thigh, but without touching him.
BRIAN (hoarsely) I don't want to think of you. JUSTIN (whispering) Why? What are you afraid of?
He comes nearer, his eyes are level to Brian’s.
BRIAN (swallows) It’s an illusion. What’s the point in seeing you again, playing happy couple for a few days, until.. JUSTIN (finishing the sentence) .. we have to part again. BRIAN (closes his eyes for a second) It’ll hurt. (Justin nods) Will it always hurt? JUSTIN (comes even nearer, his lips nearly touching Brian’s) A little. But with all good things in life pain’s just a part of it. (He stretches forth his hand and puts it on Brian’s chest, without breaking eye-contact) It tells you, you’re alive.
He leans in for a kiss, Brian closes his eyes. They're lips almost touch, but when Brian opens his eyes again, the vision is gone. The dog lowers his head on his knee. Brian exhales slowly. He looks from the letter to the dog and back, then takes the envelope, rips it open with his pinkie and unfolds the paper. It’s a comic strip. The first box says: Once upon a time there was a boy... In the next two boxes, we see a drawing of their first meeting from the pilot. Brian’s speech bubble says: Where’re you headin’? Justin answers: No place special. Box number four is a narrator’s text: .. who turned into a man. He remembers every step of this journey and has no regrets. But there's just one thing he needs to know… Next box it’s Justin asking: Do you still… love me? Brian’s opposite to him. His speech bubble is empty. The next box says: And they fucked happily ever after or The End? Brian puts the letter aside and massages his temples. Then he reaches over, takes the phone and starts to dial. We see Justin’s cell phone at his place in New York. It’s lying on his bed. It rings. Two times. Close up of Brian’s face. Third ringing. Brian’s frowning. Fourth ringing. Fifth. Then a hand reaches for the phone to take the call. The camera winds up. It’s Justin.
JUSTIN Hello. BRIAN (easy-going) Hey, Picasso. JUSTIN (happy) Brian. BRIAN (smirking) I just called to say: ..Yes, I do.
Justin smiles and gives a little laugh. We see Brian sitting on the bed, leaning with his back against the wall, one leg on the mattress, the other one on the floor. He’s tickling the dog behind his ears, who’s head still rests on Brian’s knee. Music fades in, the camera slowly pulls away, retreats down the bedroom stairs. Brian talks into the receiver but we can’t hear, what he’s saying. FADE TO BLACK. Angelmoon – All I want All I want is all I need You gotta take me and fly and fly away Hug me for all eternity my love, I feel for you I wanna tell you why, you make my sun shine brighter than a silver screen All I want He’s all I want, he’s all I need It’s six o’clock in the morning I open my eyes and think about you I thought it was like a never ending fairy tale but I’m alone in my bedroom, looking at the ceiling Thinking about what we have, what we lost I was thinking about our life together, thinking about our love The only thing I know is That I’m in love with you, that I’m in love with you, you, you, you, you, you…. ***** Directed by CleverDevil Story by CleverDevil Developed by Ron Cowen & Daniel Lipman Based on the British Series Created by Russel T Davies Starring (in alphabetical order) Robert Gant Thea Gill 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 galesfan4ever Music Supervision CleverDevil Additional Cast (in order of appearance) Brandon Ryan Scott Greene Todd Tom Albrecht Gus Keegan Hoover **** Queer as Folk and all its characters (despite the few I created) are property of CowLip and Showtime. No copyright infringement is intended. Author’s note: As you may have noticed, I worked without cuts between the scenes, letting them flow into each other instead. It wasn’t planned, just developed itself while writing, but it won’t continue in the following episodes. While watching the final scene with Brian and Justin at the Loft I got the impression Brian might be a bit reluctant to have a long-distance relationship. His remark concerning their next meeting sounded like a silent farewell to me. I figured with Lindsay and Gus moved to Canada and Justin being in New York, Brian would feel very lonely and try to lapse back into his old routine. But you can't get back into the old skin, because it doesn't fit anymore. The dog. Well, I didn’t invent the dog to increase the number of animal actors (Which practically tends to zero. Actually there was just Ethan’s cat Wolfram who’s made an appearance in Episode 2.18 and Lulu, the puking dog in 2.09, who fortunately couldn’t make it on screen). I just thought the dog could work a little magic for Brian. Providing moral support just by choosing to be with him. No judgements, no obligations, no questions asked (the last one would prove a little bit difficult, I admit). I hope you guys liked the first episode and constructive reviews are appreciated.
TRAILER EPISODE 6.02
Music – Exhale slowly by Bootsy Mc Queen queer as folk Split Screen. On the left we see a blonde trick trying to kiss Brian, who turns his head away. On the right, Justin frees himself from his trick and shakes his head. Brian: “Sorry, restricted area.” Justin: “That’s off limits.” Ted and a handsome guy in leather pants and a jacket. Mr. Handsome says: “Stuart Walters. I’m really sorry I’m bursting in without an appointment, but I just have to apply for this job.” Lou in the kitchen of the NY ASC, holding a letter in her hand: “Look what I found in the mail.” She whispers to Vince: “It’s from his sweetheart.” Emmett pedals on an exercise bicycle: “I thought dragons were extinct.” Ted, on the cycle next to him: “Actually their existence has never been scientifically proofed. It’s a myth.“ Emmett: “Not anymore. I just had an encounter with one of their descendants.” Emmett and a boy with long, dirty blond hair. The boy introduces himself: “I’m Rel.” Emmett: “Oh, you’re the Senator’s son, right?” Justin sits on a bench with an elderly woman in worn-out clothes. She says: “You don’t seem to be happy about it.” Justin answers: “I just don’t know what it means.” Michael sits on the floor and holds up a blue flyer: “What do you make out of this?” Ted at a reception desk. He’s pale and out of breath: “They told me, my partner had an accident.” Brian crouches in front of the dog, who's eating from a bowl. “It’s time, buddy. Your folks are here to take you home.” Boys at Babylon. Michael points at someone: “Isn’t that…?” Emmett turns to look: “Who?” Ben: “Yeah, it’s him.” Blake and Ted on a hospital bed. Ted let’s his fingers trail along a bruise above Blake’s temple. Ted: “What the hell happened?” Blake: “I made a mistake.” queer as folk Adult content, graphic language, nudity, strong sexual content SHOWTIME – NO LIMITS