QUEER AS FOLK EPISODE 6.04 - FIRST TIME, FIRST LOVE Original Posting date: 05-02-07 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: INT. SATELLITE - NEW YORK - NIGHT Background music: Cher - Believe. Close up of a red billiard ball. It's hit by the cue ball and vanishes in one of the corner pockets. The camera widens up. The bar is well attended, all tables are occupied. We see three leather bears standing around one of the billiard tables.
BEAR 1 Good shot, Bob. BEAR 2 (walking around the table, fixing the next ball) You're not the only one with a good aim.
A waiter with curly brown hair passes them. He's carrying an empty plate and looks pretty stressed out.
BEAR 3 (stepping in his way) Hey, what about our drinks? We ordered twenty minutes ago. We're thirsty. WAITER (irritated) You're not the only one. (after a look on his grim face) I'm sorry, your drinks are coming right up. BEAR 3 (satisfied) Good boy. (with a look at the nipples that show under the waiter's tight grey t-shirt) Have you ever been tied to a St. Andrews Cross?
He presses the tip of his cue against his chest.
WAITER (removing the cue with two fingers) That's a tempting offer, but I'm already someone else's slave boy. MAN (shouting) Oliver!
The camera pans over to a short, black-haired guy in his fifties, who's standing behind the counter. To his right, we see Justin, mixing a drink. He's also wearing a grey t-shirt.
MAN (to Oliver - angry) I don't pay you for chatting. Move your ass!
He turns around and disappears through a door, which probably leads to a storage room.
OLIVER (with a forced smile - addressing the bear) If you'll excuse me, my master is cracking the whip.
He leaves the bear behind and heads in the direction of the counter.
BEAR 3 (calling after him) Do something about the music. It's the third time you're playing this song.
Oliver steps next to Justin.
OLIVER (putting his plate down) Has Steven been fiddling with the stereo again? JUSTIN (pouring vodka into his shaker) You know he's obsessed with Cher and besides, he's the boss. OLIVER (taking four beer glasses from the wooden rack) And he never misses a chance to remind us of this fact.
Another waiter comes up to them.
WAITER (to Justin, who's adding orange and cranberry juice to the vodka) The drinks for table six? JUSTIN (pointing with his head at a plate with five cocktails) Over there.
As the waiter leaves with the plate, Steven re-appears out of the back room and comes to stand next to the boys.
STEVEN This is not a home for senior citizens. (clapping his hands) Speed up, ladies. JUSTIN (adding peach snaps to his mix) If you want somebody with more than two hands, you have to hire an octopus. STEVEN Watch your mouth, smart ass.
He takes some nuts out of a bowl that is placed on the counter and walks out of the picture.
OLIVER (drawing beer) I envy you, you know? JUSTIN (shaking his cocktail shaker - looking at him) For what? OLIVER (putting the filled glasses on his plate) You're not afraid of Steven and you can have all the cute guys in here, while I'm stuck with the leather daddies. Why do they always hit on me? JUSTIN (mocking) Because you're looking so sweet and innocent with your curls. OLIVER (screwing up his face) Great. I guess, I need a new haircut.
Justin laughs. He pours the drink in a highball glass, while Oliver lifts up his plate.
OLIVER (whispering to Justin, as he passes him) By the way, the cutie sitting next to the mirror has been staring at you for the past thirty minutes.
Justin turns to look at the guy. He's in his early thirties. Light brown hair, well-shaped body. He's wearing a tight, black t-shirt. They exchange glances. The guy comes over.
GUY Hey. JUSTIN Hey. What will it be? GUY A Bloody Mary. (Justin reaches for the vodka) When does your shift end? JUSTIN (considers his answer for a moment) Around two.
The guy gives him a smile and sits down on a bar stool. Justin reaches for another highball and fills it with ice. We see the cubes hitting the bottom of the glass. CUT TO: EXT. SATELLITE - NIGHT Justin and his trick leave Satellite and turn to the right. They're walking down the street in silence. Some people are passing them, the lights of the bars and clubs lighten up the night. It's cold, steam is coming out of their nostrils and Justin puts his hands into his pockets. Suddenly his gaze shifts to a window pane of the coffee shop, they're just passing by. He watches the reflection of the people on the other side of the road. After a moment he comes to an abrupt halt and turns around.
GUY (stops) Is something wrong? JUSTIN (frowning) I thought somebody was following us. GUY (turns to look) I didn't see anybody. JUSTIN (pensive) Maybe I'm just tired.
Uneasy, he turns away. While they continue their way, the camera pans over to the people on the other side of the street. A guy with a modern Van Dyke beard steps out of a niche next to a staircase of a bar, looking after them. CUT TO: INT. THE NY ASC - JUSTIN'S STUDIO/BEDROOM - NIGHT The room's dark, the only light is coming from the street. We see the guy sitting naked on the edge of the bed. Justin's kneeling in front of him, bend over his crotch, sucking him off. Obviously he's doing a very good job, the guy is panting and moaning. As he reaches his peak, a deep groan escapes his throat and he drops back on the mattress, shaken by the aftermath of his powerful orgasm. He's panting. Justin, naked as well, comes to his feet, walks over to his working table and reaches for a pack of cigarettes.
GUY (turning to look at him -still out of breath) Jesus, you almost sucked the life out of me. That was the best blowjob ever. Where did you learn giving head like this? JUSTIN (puts a cigarette in his mouth) I consider it as a natural talent and according to my boyfriend I've got an oral fixation. GUY (raising a brow) You've got a boyfriend? JUSTIN (lights the cigarette and nods) He's about your age.
He walks over to the bedside table and picks up a framed picture. It's the one that shows him and Brian during the art show at the GLC. He hands it over to the guy, who straightens up to examine it in the light. He frowns.
GUY (staring at the picture in disbelief) I know him. JUSTIN (takes a pull from his cigarette - sitting down on the bed) You must be mistaken, he's not living in New York. GUY No, I'm not. (pointing at the picture) This is Brian Kinney. We went to school together. Susquehanna High. I'm Andy. (Justin doesn't seem to recognize the name) Andrew Stark. JUSTIN Sorry, he never mentioned you. On the other hand he didn't tell me much about his high school days.
He picks up his briefs from the floor and puts them on.
ANDY He was on the soccer team. Even got a scholarship and he drove that black and white 1962 Chevy Nova. (Justin walks over to the couch) He was pretty popular back then and he always got what he wanted. JUSTIN (placing himself next to the TV) Well, some things don't change. He's still irresistible. (sighing) God, I was so fucking nervous the night I met him. It was my first time, you know. ANDY (laughing) Hey, guess what. He was my first too. Actually he fucked me on our prom night. JUSTIN (amused) Really? Well, Brian always had his special ways of celebration. ANDY (putting the picture aside) I had a crush on him afterwards, until Michael told me I was clinging on false hope and acting foolishly. JUSTIN (uses the ashtray, which is placed on the top of the TV) That sounds very familiar to me. ANDY (putting on his briefs) Tell me about Michael. What's he doing now? JUSTIN (a bit surprised by the question) Erm.. He's the owner of a comic book store and we also created our own comic. He's still living in Pittsburgh, got a husband and two children. ANDY (failing to hide his disappointment) He got married? JUSTIN (frowning) Yes, in Canada. Ben is a really great guy, he's teaching at Carnegie-Mellon. (He gets up) Anyway, you can stay here, if you want. I can sleep in Vince's room. He's with his boyfriend. ANDY (putting on his socks) No, thanks. I'll go home… (trying to sound casual) Erm, would you mind to give me Michael's phone number? Maybe I call him. Just to talk about old times. JUSTIN Sure.
He walks over to his working table and takes a pen out of the can with his brushes.
ANDY (looking around) Have you seen my pants?
CUT TO: INT. NOVOTNY-BRUCKNER'S - LIVING ROOM - DAY We're inside a bookshelf. Ben's face comes into view. Obviously he's looking for something, his fingers are touching the top of the book covers. He turns around.
BEN (over his shoulder) Michael, have you seen my copy of Dover's Greek Homosexuality?
The angle changes. Ben's standing on a kitchen chair, steadying himself on the bookshelf. Michael enters the living room, drinking from a coffee mug.
MICHAEL The one I used to keep the dining table from shaking? (Ben frowns at him) Just kiddin'. What do you need it for? BEN For one of my lectures. (He turns around again - resuming his search) I'd like to use it as a starting point for a discussion. MICHAEL (puts his coffee mug on a step of the staircase) Sorry, don't know where it is. BEN Ha, never mind. Found it. It's wrapped in the dust jacket of 'Recipes from the Far East'.
He pulls out a book from the far end of the upper shelf. In the same instant, a brown envelope appears between the books and drops to the floor. Michael frowns and comes over.
MICHAEL (picks up the envelope) What's that? (looking at the words, written on the front) It says Jeremy 1986. BEN (climbs down the chair - extending his hand) Let me take a look.
Michael hands it over, Ben opens the flap and pulls out a bundle of old papers and pictures.
MICHAEL (peering over Ben's arm - pointing at the first picture) Is that you?
The photograph shows a young Ben with shoulder-length hair and an unflattering pair of glasses, sitting on a low wall. His arm rests on the shoulder of a blonde boy with a freckled face. They're dressed in loose trousers and t-shirts.
BEN (examining the pictures - laughing) Oh, my god. Look at my hair. What the hell was I thinking? MICHAEL Who's that guy? BEN That was my first boyfriend Jeremy. (He lifts his head and looks at Michael) The picture was taken during our trip to Ibiza. MICHAEL You never told me of him.
Ben walks over to the couch and sits down.
BEN (surprised) I didn't? MICHAEL (comes to sits on the armrest next to him) No. BEN (looking at the pictures again) We'd been together for a couple of months until he dumped me. He was afraid his parents might find out about us. I was totally heart-broken. He was the first guy I slept with. It felt like the end of the world back then. MICHAEL (puts his arms around his shoulders) Sorry, I didn't mean to stir up bad memories. BEN (puts the pictures and the envelope on the coffee table) It's okay. Although the ending was bitter, we had a great time together. (giving Michael an interested look) What about you? MICHAEL Me? BEN Your first time. Who was the first guy you had sex with? MICHAEL (wrinkling his brows) Nobody I like to remember. It was a very humiliating experience. BEN (touching Michael's knee) What happened? MICHAEL (considers a moment before he answers) I met him the summer before college started. We went to Lake Harmony in the Pocono Mountains. My Mom, Vic and I. His name was Chuck. He worked as a gas jockey at Harmony Bait & Gas. (the expression on his face softens) He was really good looking and he read Captain Astro. (Remembering that Chuck wasn't a nice guy) Anyway, we went camping and he fucked me on a lakeshore. I really thought he liked me, but it turned out, he and his pseudo (imitating quotation marks) 'straight' friends were fucking us queer guys just for fun. After he told them of our little 'trip', they all wanted to go camping with me. BEN (touching his arm - compassionately) That must've been a very awful feeling. What did you do? MICHAEL I didn't do anything, because the ambulance came to take Vic to the hospital with pneumonia. (He straightens up and rests his hands on his thighs) Well, enough of my unpleasant past, we have to get going. It's late. BEN (reluctant to drop the topic) But there must've been a guy you fell in love with. (giving him a meaningful look) Someone besides Brian. MICHAEL Of course. (He bends towards Ben and smiles) I'm talking to him right now.
Ben pulls him in for a kiss. As their lips met, Michael topples over onto Ben, who wraps his arms around him. We watch them making out for a moment, until the camera lowers itself behind the couch. CUT TO: INT. LIBERTY DINER - DAY Close up of a 'NO to Proposition 14' poster, hanging on the wall next to the entrance door. The camera widens up. Two guys enter the diner, holding hands. As they walk down the aisle, we're taken over to the hot blond waiter behind the counter. He's standing in front of the coffee machine, looking at it expectantly. The power is switched on and it produces a hissing sound, but that's all. The water isn't running through the filter.
WAITER (hitting the top of the machine) What's wrong with this stupid thing!?
Debbie enters the picture from the right. Her t-shirt says 'Against same sex marriage? - Then don't marry a homosexual, you moron'.
DEBBIE Easy boy, this is not a whipping contest. Treat the old lady with some respect. WAITER (griping) The fucking thing isn't working, Deb.
Debbie opens the top of the water chamber and takes a look inside.
DEBBIE (touching blondie's shoulder) Using some water would simplify things a lot, honey.
The waiter mutters something under his breath and walks over to the kitchen. Debbie picks up a tray with two Breakfast Specials. As she passes one of the tables, someone whistles after her.
DEBBIE (turns around with a smile) Hey, Mister. That could be considered as sexual harassment.
The angle changes. We see Ted, Blake and Carl sitting in a corner booth.
CARL (smiling) Do I have to arrest myself now? DEBBIE I think we can leave it at a fine. You can pay in kind.
She bends over and kisses Carl on the mouth.
TED (with pretend indignation) Hey, I'm eating. DEBBIE Then shut your mouth and chew.
She walks over to another table.
CARL (looking at Blake's plate) You've barely eaten a thing. Is everything all right? BLAKE (poking around in his scrambled eggs with the fork) I'm not really hungry. TED See? I told you it's too early. BLAKE (irritated) I don't want to discuss it again. I'll go crazy if I have to stay home for another day. I need to go back to work. Now. CARL (uncomfortable) I should let you talk about this in private.
He gets up and carries his plate over to the counter to sit down on a bar stool.
TED Great. Now you drove him away. BLAKE Don't give me all the credit. You took your part in it too. TED (touching Blake's fingers - softly) I'm just worried. Why don't you take another job? BLAKE (draws back his hand) You don't understand it, do you? Another job wouldn't solve the problem. TED (in a huff) Maybe you can explain it for us lame-brains. BLAKE (getting angry) I was attacked, Ted. I don't intent to spend the rest of my life in fear that it might happen again. I have to go back. It's now or never. (frowning at him) You know, I could really use some support today instead of being criticized for the attempt to get my life back in order. TED (remorseful) I'm sorry. BLAKE (still disgruntled) Yeah, me too. If I should survive the day, I would appreciate it if you came to my apartment tonight. If it's not too much to ask for. (He gets up) Have a nice day. TED Blake…
He extends his hand to hold him back, but Blake evades the grip and leaves. The camera pans over to Carl and Debbie, watching Blake rushing out.
CARL Didn't you say they were doing fine? Looks more like a crisis to me. DEBBIE (looking over to a depressed Ted) Poor boys. They were so happy before this shit happened.
Focus on Ted, who obviously lost his appetite. He pushes his plate away form him. CUT TO: EXT. KINNETIK - DAY We see the Vette parking in front of the entrance. Soft rain is pouring down on the windscreen. Change to the interior. Buster's lying on a blanket, which is draped over the passenger seat and watches Brian, who's talking on his cell phone.
BRIAN (leaning back in his seat) How was work?
Change to Justin in New York. He's still lying in bed.
JUSTIN (sounding a bit sleepy) Don't ask. I had to listen to 'Believe' six times within four hours. BRIAN (earpiece) That's why I always keep Emmett in a safe distance to the turntables. JUSTIN (laughs) Well, the night improved a lot afterwards. (in a meaningful tone) I met someone.
Back to Brian. He straightens up and grabs the steering-wheel.
BRIAN (frowning) I don't like the sound of this. JUSTIN (earpiece) It turned out we got something in common. BRIAN (raising a brow) I hope it's got nothing to do with classical music.
Change to Justin. He comes to lie on his stomach.
JUSTIN (looking at the picture of him and Brian, sitting on his bedside table) Didn't I tell you I don't want to repeat past mistakes? - It's you. BRIAN (with accentuated indifference) How's that? JUSTIN (rolls on his back - smiling) We both had our first time with you.
Change to Brian. He's smirking.
BRIAN As they say, you should eat the meat as long as it's fresh. JUSTIN (laughs) Always the gourmet… His name's Andrew Stark. BRIAN (looking at Buster, while scratching him slightly under the chin) You don't expect me to remember names, do you? JUSTIN Andy? Prom 1989? Does that ring a bell? BRIAN (leans back in his seat - his face lightens up) Andy, right. Our valedictorian. The image is getting clearer. He was looking surprisingly good that evening. How was he? JUSTIN Not bad… He's got a nice ass. BRIAN I perfectly remember now.
Change to Justin. He comes to a sitting position, parts of his hair are sticking out from his head.
JUSTIN (ruffling his hair) Strange thing was he didn't ask about you. He was more interested in Michael. BRIAN (easy-going) Well, they'd been together for a couple of weeks until Andy dumped him for a go-go-dancer he met in Baltimore. JUSTIN (scratching his naked chest) I gave him his phone number. I hope Michael doesn't mind. He said he wanted to get in touch.
Back to Brian. He bends forward, opens the glove compartment and reaches for his folder.
BRIAN I'm pretty sure he won't call. Don't worry. JUSTIN (in a serious tone) Listen, there's something else. I know it sounds crazy, but after we left Satellite, I got the feeling somebody was following us. BRIAN (frowning) Are you sure? Maybe it was a stalk-
Somebody knocks at the side window. Buster starts barking. Brian turns to look. A man's standing next to his car. It's Brandon. He's wearing a grey hooded sweater and a quilted waistcoat.
BRIAN (to Buster) Stop it! (The dog obeys, but doesn't take his eyes from Brandon - Brian turns his attention back to the phone - Split Screen) Sorry, can I call you back? JUSTIN (yawing) Sure. BRIAN In the meantime get your lazy ass out of bed and do something productive. JUSTIN (saluting) Aye, Sir. BRIAN (smiling) Good boy.
Buster wags his tail, obviously thinking that Brian was talking to him. Justin hangs up and lets himself drop back onto the mattress with a groan. Brian's side becomes full screen. He pockets his cell phone and pats Buster's head. Brandon knocks again. Brian pushes the button for the window regulator. The glass moves down.
BRIAN (frowning at Brandon) What? BRANDON Can I talk to you for a minute.
The window moves up again, then the door opens and Brian gets out. Buster follows him. As soon as the dog's out of the car, he runs to Brandon and starts sniffing at his jeans. Brandon ignores him. Despite his usual condescending manner, he's got a serious expression on his face.
BRIAN (demonstratively checking his watch) You've got sixty seconds. BRANDON I've got a problem. BRIAN (sarcastic) Then go see a shrink. BRANDON (ignoring the suggestion) It's about this boy from the other night. The cocky sixteen year old. You remember him? BRIAN Don't tell me you… Fucked him? (Brandon presses his lips together and doesn't answer. Brian snorts) I thought you were smarter. BRANDON (sounding almost sheepishly) He took me for a ride. BRIAN (with a faked smile) I've always suspected you're a big bottom boy. Now, if you'll excuse me. I've got important things to do.
He heads for the entrance. Change to his front. We see the blurred image of Brandon in the background.
BRANDON He's blackmailing me. If I don't get him into Babylon he'll say that I raped him.
Brian stops in his tracks and grits his teeth. He slowly turns around. Change of angle.
BRIAN (returning to Brandon) So you came here to get him a membership? BRANDON (puts his hands into his pockets) It's not that I've got a choice. They could sentence me for child abuse. BRIAN (firmly) I don't want him in my club. BRANDON (with a desperate expression on his face) I am not a rapist… (Brian's struggling with himself) What? Do you want me to lick your boots? BRIAN You're very eager to get on all fours, considering your arrogant attitude, but there's no need to get your pretty knees all bloody. I'll think of something. (He takes a sheet of paper out of his folder) Give me you phone number.
He puts the paper on the back of his folder and looks at Brandon expectantly.
BRANDON I don't have a pen. (Brian rolls his eyes, searches his pockets and hands him a ball pen. Brandon bends forward and starts scribbling down his number) I hope that's not a cheap trick to hit on me. BRIAN (annoyed) Do you want my help? BRANDON (straightens up - returning the pen) Yes. BRIAN (pocketing pen and paper) Then shut the fuck up. I'll call you… (He whistles) Buster.
Brian opens the entrance door of Kinnetik and lets the dog in. Change to Brandon, who standing in the rain and watching them disappear inside the building with an expression of extreme uneasiness on his face. CUT TO: INT. MARTY'S MOTORSERVICE - GARAGE - DAY We see Rel entering the big garage, which is filled with a lot of cars of various types and colours. He passes the hydraulic lifts, two mechanic welding a wing to a Jaguar and a Mercedes-Benz, where they currently using a winch to take out the engine. Rel reaches a blue Lamborghini. It's hood is open and Josh is bending over the engine block.
REL (with a look on the well-rounded butt in front of him) Hey, Josh. JOSH (turns around) Hey… (frowning) Do I know you? REL It's me. Rel. JOSH (staring at him in disbelief) What the hell happened to you? (wiping his hands with a cloth) You're looking… REL (uncertain) Ridiculous? JOSH (still astonished) Hot. (Rel beams at him) No offence, but I hardly recognize you. REL (fumbling with the zipper of his jacket) I was wondering, since my car's back in shape, you may like to go on a test drive. JOSH Uh, I'd love to, but could we do that some other time? Marty will fire my ass, if I cut my shift short and leave during the working hours. REL (disappointed) Oh, I understand… Another time then. JOSH (coming nearer) How about tonight? You could pick me up at 7 pm. (He touches Rel's collar bone and lets his hand trail down his chest) My sister won't be home before two in the morning. REL (swallows as Josh brushes his nipples through the fabric) I'll be there. JOSH Great. (He grabs him by his shirt and kisses him on the lips. He lets him go - huskily) I'm looking forward to it. REL (with a shaky voice) M-Me too… Erm… See you.
He hastily walks over to his car.
JOSH Hey, don't forget your keys.
Josh reaches in his pocket and throws a little leather case over to him. Rel, still a bit confused, catches it awkwardly. He gets in his car and drives backwards out of the garage, nearly hitting the wall on his way out. Josh's looking after him, shaking his head with a smile on his face. We follow the car around the corner, where Emmett's already waiting. He opens the passenger door and gets in.
EMMETT (exited) How did it go? REL He asked me to come to his place. Tonight… (He leans back in his seat - incredulous) And he kissed me. EMMETT (screwing up his face - examining the dirty spots on Rel's chin and shirt) He definitely left his mark. REL (slightly freaking) And what do I do now? I've never been with somebody before. EMMETT Oh, don't worry. I'm sure Josh will take the matter into his hands.
He gives Rel an encouraging smile, which is returned by a doubtful look. CUT TO: INT. GILLES&SONS - GROCERY STORE - DAY Ben's doing the groceries. He's standing in front of a shelf with a box of cucumbers, carrying a red shopping basket, which already contains some fruits and vegetables. He reaches for a cucumber, but at the same time somebody else also decides on this one. The camera winds up. It's Stuart. They're looking at each other.
BEN (joking) We could cut it in the middle. STUART (picks up another one - smiling) Or fight for it till death. BEN (smiling) I'm a pacifist. You can have it. STUART (laughing) That was a hell of an easy victory.
He puts the cucumber into his shopping bag.
BEN (scrutinizing Stuart) Erm, did we meet before? STUART I'm the new manager of Babylon. Maybe you've seen me at the club. BEN Oh, right… Stuart, isn't it?
Stuart nods. A girl about sixteen with shoulder-length, blonde hair and a snub nose enters the picture. She's wearing jeans, a polo neck jumper and a waxed jacket.
GIRL (holding up two packs of cracker) Hey, Dad. Cheese or Onion? STUART (pointing at the green pack) Onion in addition with some tic tacs would be perfect, pumpkin. GIRL (glaring at him) Stop calling me that in public. It's embarrassing. STUART (addressing Ben) She's quite bossy, isn't she? That's an inherited trait from her mother. BEN You should consider yourself lucky. (with a meaningful look) Hunter would probably never talk to me again, if I'd call him pet names. GIRL (raising her brows) Hunter? (realizing) You're his dad, right? (Ben gives her a surprised look) I'm Lilly. BEN The girl who made him discover a streak of public spirit? STUART (disapproving) Have you been on a recruiting mission again? LILLY (warning) Dad. (addressing Ben) So, who are you? The professor or the Comic-fan? BEN (amused) I read a comic once in a while, but my husband is the Superman-expert. I'm teaching at Carnegie Mellon. LILLY That's great. Maybe I'll apply next year. You know, my graduation won't take place until 2006. (with a glance at her father) On the other hand, who knows where I will be two years from now. BEN Didn't you just move here? STUART (getting nervous) Yes, we did… If you'll excuse us now, there are still a lot of things on our shopping list.
He puts his arm around his daughter and leads her away with gentle force.
LILLY (over her shoulder) It was nice to meet you, professor. STUART (growling) One thing that I couldn't stand about your mother was her talkativeness.
They walk out of the picture. Ben's still standing in front of the shelf, a cucumber in his hand and looking after them with a mistrustful frown. CUT TO: INT. MEL AND LINDZ' HOUSE - TORONTO - LIVING ROOM - LATE AFTERNOON We see Gus sitting at a dining table, drawing a picture. A huge amount of coloured pencils is draped around his sketch pad. The telephone rings. He looks up. The camera focuses on the phone. It's sitting on a small table near a window. Second ringing. Gus slips off the stool, passes the couch and takes the ringing phone out of the base station.
GUS (carefully pushes the button - holding the phone to his ear with both hands) Hello, it's Gus.
Split Screen. Brian's sitting on the couch in his office. He's using the loudspeaker.
BRIAN (smiling) Hey, Sonny boy. GUS (happily) Daddy. BRIAN What you're doing? GUS I'm talking to you. BRIAN (amused) You're a smart boy. GUS (walking back to the table) I've drawn a picture for you. BRIAN And what did you draw? GUS (climbing onto the chair) A sun and a big house with a looot of windows. And a tree and a swing. Do you want a spider? I can do spiders best.
Kneeling on the chair, he bends over the table and grabs a red pencil. He's holding the phone with one hand now.
BRIAN (bending forward - resting his elbows on his knees) I want a big one with ten legs. GUS (starting to draw a circle in the right corner of his picture) But the ones from my picture book only have eight. BRIAN (surprised) You can already count to eight? GUS (proudly) To ten. BRIAN Aren't you my little genius. GUS (drops the pencil) Do you want me to count to ten? (He raises his right hand and moves his fingers) One - two… BRIAN (trying not to laugh) Gus, can you put mama on the phone first? GUS (nodding) Yes.
He reaches for his red pencil again.
BRIAN (after a short moment) Now? GUS 'kay.
Gus' side becomes full screen. He drops the pencil, slips off the chair and slowly walks out of the room, starting to count again. Quick flash up the staircase, along the corridor, around the corner, into the bedroom. It's a light room with a cream-coloured wall-paper and a big window. Mel is sitting on the edge of the bed, watching Lindsay, who's standing in front of the wardrobe and putting clothes into a suitcase. She's wearing a blouse and a skirt.
MEL (dissatisfied) When you told me the job would require some travelling I thought it would be six times a year at the most. LINDSAY (turns around and shrugs) I don't want to leave again either, but we need the money. (She comes over and sits down next to her - rubbing Mel's shoulder) It's hopefully the last artist I have to win over for the exhibition. MEL (softening a bit) It better be. I'm already feeling like one of these women from the new show on CTV - Desperate Housewives. Lonesome and sexually frustrated. LINDSAY I'm sorry… (drawing nearer) Where are the kids? MEL Gus is downstairs and Jenny's asleep. LINDSAY (reaching down to the waistband of Mel's jeans) Maybe we could use the time for a special goodbye.
Her fingers move under Mel's shirt, massaging her nipples through the fabric of her bra. Mel puts her hand around Lindsay's neck and starts kissing her. Her hand travels downwards and vanishes under Lindsay's skirt.
GUS’ VOICE (approaching the bedroom) I built a cave in my room. Do you wanna see it?
Alarmed, the girls stop their ministrations and hastily rearrange their clothes. Gus enters the room.
GUS Can't you come over? - (frowning) Why not? LINDSAY (addressing Gus) Who is it, honey? GUS (into the phone - disappointed) 'kay. (He hands the phone over to Mel) It's daddy.
As Mel picks up the phone, he climbs onto Lindsay's lap.
GUS (pouting) Why can't daddy come over?
Lindsay sighs, takes him on her arms and gets up. The camera stays focused on Mel. Split Screen.
MEL (frowning) Brian? Don't you want to speak to Lindsay? BRIAN You're the bull-dyke who finished law school, aren't you? (In a serious tone) I need some legal advice. MEL (sarcastic) What did you do? Fucked the tax inspector? BRIAN (smirking) Sounds like somebody hasn't gotten laid lately.
Mel snorts. Brian bends forward and picks up a voice recorder, which was sitting on the table in front of him.
BRIAN Would a jury accept a taped confession? MEL (getting up from the bed) I assume the tape would be taken without the knowledge of the concerned person. BRIAN (weighting the recorder in his hand) You could say so. MEL (walking over to the window - it's already dark outside) It would be difficult to make them accept it as reliable evidence. Seriously, Brian. Are you in trouble? BRIAN (rubbing his chin - pensive) Maybe we don't need evidence, if we prevent legal proceedings in the first place. (He straightens up) Tell my son I'm going to visit him soon.
He cuts off the connection by pushing the button of his phone.
MEL Brian? (angry) Fuck you!
Brian gets the full screen. He takes out a piece of paper and dials again.
BRIAN (leaning back on the couch) Brandon? Here's the plan…
CUT TO: INT. JOSH'S TRAILER - EVENING Focus on the door of a refrigerator with a lot of pictures of Josh and a black haired women, together or with different guys. The door is pushed closed and Josh comes into view, holding two beer cans in his hands. He's wearing a tight white t-shirt and black jeans.
JOSH (handing the drink over to Rel) Here. REL (tensed) Thanks. JOSH (opens the can and takes a sip) Don't you like it? I guess, you're used to something better than canned beer. REL No, no. That's fine. I'm just a bit nervous. JOSH It's your first time, huh? (He takes the beer out of Rel's hand and puts them in front of the toaster, next to the sink. He draws nearer) Don't worry, I'll be gentle.
Rel swallows. Josh hand slides around his neck, the other one grabs his butt-cheek. Rel stiffens.
JOSH (whispering) Relax. (with a smile) At least the upper part of your body. Close your eyes.
Rel obeys. Their lips meet and Josh starts off with a soft kiss. Rel quickly responds to this treatment. He willingly opens his mouth as Josh tries to slip his tongue inside. Rel puts his arms around him and the kiss heats up. In the background we hear slight music mixed with a heartbeat. Slow fading in and out of scenes - Josh and Rel are lying naked on the bed. Josh kisses his chest and licks one of his nipples. Rel's fingers are slowly brushing over Josh's arm. He touches his face, as Josh bends down to kiss him - Josh's head is moving between Rel's thighs, who arches his body, eyes closed - Rel's on all fours. Josh's rubbing his back, as he bends over him and slowly pushes in. Rel squeezes his eyes shut - The boys are kissing. Rel is lying on his back, hands and legs clutching Josh, who's moving back and forth. - The music slowly fades, while the picture returns to steadiness again. Rel's lying in Josh's arm, caressing his chest with a contentedly expression on his face. The blanket is covering the lower parts of their bodies.
JOSH (smoking a cigarette) And… Did you like it? REL It was great. (He places little kisses on Josh's neck) It's far better than smoking pot and jerking off, while looking at pictures from guys in a sports magazine. JOSH (in disbelief) You're driving a sports car and can't afford to buy a decent gay porn magazine?
He lets Rel take a drag from his cigarette.
REL (quickly exhaling the smoke) I didn't know where I could get one and besides, we have staff for cleaning the rooms. I couldn't risk somebody finding it. JOSH Hell, and I was thinking I had problems… (He turns to look at Rel and smiles) You're pretty way-out, but I like you.
Rel rewards him with a kiss. Suddenly the door is pushed open. The boys turn to look. A black-haired girl in a purple coat with matching high-heels and a green summer dress climbs in. She's standing tottering in the doorway and grabs the edge of the sink to steady herself. She's obviously drunk or stoned.
JOSH Hailey, whatcha doing here? You said you won't be home until two. HAILEY (pointing at Rel) Is that him? The little Ritchie Rich, you told me about? JOSH (growling) Shut up, Hailey. You're drunk. HAILEY I hope you asked him about the money first. (giggling - addressing Rel) We don't accept credit cards. We want cash. (She walks over and nearly trips over one of Rel's shoes) Oops…
She manages to keep her balance, but has to grab the handle of the fridge, to steady herself.
REL (moving away from Josh - staring at him in disbelief) You fucked me for money? JOSH (with a guilty expression on his face) No, I just… It was…
Rel looks at him with a hurt expression on his face. He hastily gets out of bed and starts searching for his clothes, while Josh reaches for the ashtray, sitting on the counter next to him and puts out his cigarette.
HAILEY (drops onto the bed and supports herself on Josh's shoulder) I want new shoes. The red ones from the mannequin in the shop window at Macy's.
Rel's putting on his jeans.
JOSH (trying to get rid of Hailey) Rel, I'm sorry… It's not like it seems… REL (slips in his shoes) I'm such an idiot. You were never interested in me and no hip clothes or a new haircut are gonna change that. (He grabs his shirt and his jacket - searching the pockets) Here. (He throws two hundred dollar bills on the mattress) Keep the change.
He storms out of the trailer. Josh pushes Hailey aside, who's already half asleep and jumps out of bed.
JOSH Rel! Wait!
We see him standing naked in the doorway, as Rel gets in his Boxster. The engine starts with a roar and the car leaves the trailer park with full speed.
JOSH (hitting the doorframe with his fist - angrily) Fuck!
CUT TO: INT. BLAKE'S APARTEMENT - LIVING ROOM - NIGHT The camera focuses on the dining table with the leftovers of a recent meal and pans over to Blake and Ted, sitting on the couch. Blake's hand is resting on Ted's knee. He leans over and starts kissing his neck.
TED (closing his eyes for a moment) I'm glad you forgave me the bad start of the day. BLAKE (lifts his head to look at him) It's all right. I've been a bit tensed today. I'm sorry.
He touches Ted's cheek and smiles.
TED (relieved) You said something about dessert… BLAKE (in a husky voice) I'm about to serve it.
While he kisses Ted on the lips, he opens the first button of his shirt. Slowly, he works down his way from chest to waistband, kissing every new piece of skin that's exposed by opening the buttons. Ted watches him and swallows. We hear the sound of the zipper being opened.
VIC He's still looking healthy, isn't he?
Ted lifts his head with a start. Vic is sitting in an armchair opposite him. He's wearing white cotton trousers and a dark blue jumper with an open collar.
VIC (pointing at Blake) He won't stay that way forever. The disease will take it's toll, sooner or later. Believe me, I know.
Ted squeezes his eyes shot, breathing heavily. When he opens them again, Vic's still sitting in the chair.
VIC (smiles kindly) Stop deceiving yourself, Ted. This is not a tax declaration. There are no rules. No 100 percent safety guarantees. (demonstrating it with his fingers) A tiny hole might be enough.
Bewildered, Ted moves away from Blake. Vic is gone.
BLAKE (straightens up) What's wrong? Are you okay? TED (pulls his zipper up and gets to his feet) I'm feeling dizzy. I need some fresh air.
He stumbles out of the apartment. Blake gets up from the sofa.
BLAKE (calling after him) Ted! (We hear the door shut. Blake walks over to the hall-stand - confused) You forgot your jacket.
Music: Rebecca Lavelle - Never enough. Change to Ted, leaving the building. He walks down the street, until he reaches the next corner. It's a side alley between to apartment blocks. Steam is coming out of the gullies. Ted presses himself against the brick wall, fighting the tears. The camera slowly retreats. CUT TO: INT. THE NY ASC - LOU'S BEDROOM - NIGHT Focus on the bed. The camera glides over two entangled, naked bodies. The feet, the legs, butts, backs and finally the heads. It's Lou, enjoying the company of a young guy with light brown, shoulder length hair, who bears a slight resemblance to Casper van Dien. While their tongues intertwine, his hand slides down her back and grabs her buttcheek. Maintaining the kiss, Lou reaches down and brings his hand up to her breast. He kneads it a bit, but within a minute his hand's down on her butt again. Lou breaks the kiss.
LOU (knitting her brows) You haven't done this before, have you? GUY (sheepishly) Not… exactly. LOU (to herself) I should have known. Dammit… (addressing the guy) What's your name again? GUY Sebastian. LOU (with an inquiring look) Well, Sebastian, did you ever do it with a man? SEBASTIAN (obviously feeling uncomfortable) I-I really don't know what you're talking about. LOU (rolling her eyes) Oh, come on. I'm living with two of New York's hottest gay boys. Don't try to fool me. SEBASTIAN (blushing) I just… I don't know. I thought they might go away, when I try… you know, with a woman… LOU Go away? SEBASTIAN I've got those fantasies. (He hesitates) Sex fantasies. About… LOU (matter-of-factly) Dicks. SEBASTIAN (desperate) I really don't know what to do. LOU Well, I do. Actually, there's a cure to it.
She hops out of bed and picks up her slip from the floor.
SEBASTIAN (giving her a surprised look) There is? LOU (putting on her slip) Yep. It's called defloration. (reaching for a t-shirt, which is hanging over the back of a chair) It will make all those fantasies go away and introduces you to the real hard life. (She slips the shirt over her head) Wait here for a sec. SEBASTIAN But I thought you and I… We would try… LOU Sorry, sweetheart. I prefer to be with someone who cherishes my tits. (She opens the door) Boys!
Justin is the first who shows up in the hallway.
JUSTIN Is something on fire? LOU (regretful) Not anymore. VINCE (poking his head out of the door) What's going on? I just fell asleep.
He's wearing his pyjama and a white t-shirt. As usual his hair's a complete mess.
LOU It's sort of an emergency. There's somebody, who needs some assistance to get out of the closet. JUSTIN (lifting his hands) Count me out, Lou. I've got a bitch of a headache and a sore throat since I got up in the morning. And besides, I'm currently working on Rage. VINCE (yawning) I'm not in the mood either. I worked the late shift at Angelo's and Shane was insatiable last night. LOU (frowning at them) What's wrong with you? Where's your spirit? Where's your ambition? This poor boy will probably turn straight if nobody shows him the way.
She opens the door a bit, so they can take a look at Sebastian, who's lying on his stomach, still naked. Quick flash to his attractive butt.
VINCE All right, if you insist. JUSTIN We're just doing it for you. LOU (smiling) I appreciate the sacrifice. (whispering) Be gentle, okay?
Justin nods to her and follows Vince inside the room, taking us with him. He closes the door.
SEBASTIAN (gets on his back - uneasy) What's going on? VINCE (climbing onto the bed) Don't worry. You'll enjoy every second.
Justin takes off his jumper and his jeans, while Vince is taking position to Sebastian's left. As Justin gets on the bed, Vince slowly pulls his shirt over his head. Sebastian looks from one to the other.
JUSTIN (touching his chest) Relax. You'll like it.
As Vince bends forward to kiss Sebastian, Justin spots a large bruise, running from the hip up to his ribs.
JUSTIN Jesus, Vince. Did you get in a fight?
Vince turns around, leaving a disappointed Sebastian un-kissed. Justin stretches forth his hand to inspect his injury, but Vince evades the touch.
VINCE It's nothing. I fell from a chair. JUSTIN (suspiciously) When did that happen? VINCE (growling) I said, I'm fine.
He turns his attention back to Sebastian, while Justin watches him with a frown. CUT TO: LIBERTY AVENUE - NIGHT We see people floating down the street. Ted appears among the crowd. He's walking a bit hunched, holding his arms crossed over his chest, looking down. Somebody bumps into him, causing him to stumble.
GUY (touching his shoulder) I'm sorry. Are you all right? TED (shouting at him) Do I fucking look all right?!
The guy mutters something under his breath and vanishes into the crowd. Ted straightens up, his gaze shifts to the building to his right. It's the Vic Grassi House. He considers for a moment, then walks up the path. Change to the interior. Ted slowly opens the door and enters. The hallway is empty. Indecisive he takes a look around.
TED (mumbling) What am I doing here? MALE VOICE Hey, you.
Ted turns to the living room. There's a man sitting in a wheelchair next to the couch. He is on a drip, hanging from a pole, which is fasten to the back rest of the chair. He may be in his fifties, but he could be younger.
MAN (beckoning him over) Yes, you. Could you come here? TED (walking up to him) I'm sorry. The door was open and I just slipped in.. I don't even know why. MAN (giving him a friendly smile) You came just in time. (pointing at a cupboard) Could you get me the second book from the left on the top shelf? TED (stepping up to the bookshelf) Moby Dick?
He takes it out and passes it to him.
MAN (puts the book into his lap and looks at him) Did you ever read it?
Ted sits down on the armrest of the couch.
TED Years ago. It's about this man - Ahab - who tries to kill a white whale, isn't it? MAN (nods) It was a personal vendetta. Ahab once lost his leg to this whale and he's obsessed by the wish to kill him. But he fails. His ship sinks and nearly everyone drowns. TED (depressed) Why does everything have to be about death? MAN Because death is what makes life precious. (a bit melancholic) In the end it all comes down to it. There are so many books to read, so many places to see and so many things to experience, but there's so little time. Funny. I've never been aware of that while I was healthy. TED Are you afraid to die? MAN (pensive) Am I? I was once. Now that my body feels empty, sometimes the pain seems to be the only thing that still binds me to it. No, I guess, I'm not afraid to die. Are you? TED (quietly) Yes. MAN (patting the back of his hand) That's okay… (He picks up the book and holds it out to him) Would you sit down for a moment and read the first lines to me? I'm a bit tired.
Ted takes it and stares down at the letters for a moment, then opens the cover and starts to read.
TED Call me Ishmael. Some years ago - never mind how long ago precisely - having little…
The man leans back in his wheelchair and closes his eyes, listening to Ted's voice. The camera slowly retreats. CUT TO: INT. KINNETIK - NIGHT The entrance door opens. Sean walks in, curiously taking a look around. The only light is coming from Brian's office. Sean slowly approaches the opened door and enters the room. Quick flash to Brandon, sitting on the desk. Brian's standing in front of him. They're sharing an intense kiss. Sean's staring at them open-mouthed, then licks his lips. Brandon starts rubbing Brian's dick through the fabric of his jeans. Sean walks up to them and touches Brandon's chest. Still focused on the kiss, Brandon pushes him away. Sean doesn't get the massage, he tries again. This time with Brian. He comes to stand next to him and brings his hand to Brian's crotch. Brian also pushes him away.
SEAN (glaring at them - furious) Hey, you fucking assholes! I'm not a punching ball!
They break the kiss and turn to look at him.
SEAN (addressing Brandon) You said if I show up I could do it with the two hottest guys in town. BRIAN (in a mocking tone) Oh, isn't that sweet? Junior came out here to play. Sorry, you have to be of age to become a participant. SEAN (pointing at Brandon) That didn't bother him the other night. BRANDON (giving him a contemptuous look) I just took pity on you. You've been the lousiest fuck in weeks. SEAN (crossing his arms over his chest) I never had any complaints. I even took care of some members of the Football team. BRIAN Then go back to school. BRANDON You need some more practice. SEAN (addressing Brandon - furious) You fucking prick! I warned you. I'm going to tell them, you took me to your place and raped me. BRANDON (gets up from the desk) You came onto me. SEAN (with a nasty grin) Yeah, but you can't prove that. Who's going to believe a fag? They will all think I'm the poor victim, the innocent high school boy. BRIAN Who sucked off half of the football team. SEAN They won't tell. Neither will I. BRIAN (smirking) Fortunately, you just did. I think that's enough. (turning to look at his conference room) Did you get it, Ty?
The glass doors slide open and Ty enters the picture, holding a camcorder in his hand. Buster is standing next to him, wagging his tail.
TY Every word. And the picture quality is awesome, Mr. Kinney.
He comes over and hands the camcorder to Brian.
SEAN (stunned) You tricked me… BRIAN (pointing at Brandon) No, he did. (holding up the camera) But I'd love to hear what your parents think about this.
Sean clenches his fists, he's staring at Brian. His eyes are filled with hatred. Buster notices the change of his body tension. He raises his hackles and lets out a menacing growl. Sean takes a step back, staring at the dog with a fearful expression on his face.
SEAN (gritting his teeth - defeated) What do you want me to do? BRIAN Keep your big mouth shut and stay away from my club, otherwise your parents will receive a special kind of evening entertainment. SEAN (muttering under his breath) Fucking assholes.
He leaves the room, without taking his eyes from Buster, who watches his every move.
BRIAN (giving the camera back to Ty) I want a copy on my desk on Monday morning. TY No problem, Mr. Kinney.
He tips his head and walks out of the picture (he's actually wearing shoes - Cynthia would be thrilled *lol*).
BRANDON (steps next to Brian) You're not a bad kisser. BRIAN I’m great. BRANDON (touching Brian's chest) Do you want me to stay? Since I owe you my butt, it's the least I can do. BRIAN (holds his gaze for a moment) No thanks. BRANDON (takes his hand away) I don't get it. You wanted me the first time you saw me out there on the dance floor. BRIAN Well, I'm not interested anymore. BRANDON (drawing nearer again) This is a one time offer. My ass could be yours for tonight. BRIAN (calm) Let's just call it even. BRANDON (a bit disgruntled because of the rejection) All right, then… Thanks for your help. BRIAN (sits down in his chair) Don't get me wrong, I didn't do it for you. BRANDON I thought so. What's the reason then? BRIAN You might not believe it. Justice.
Brandon raises his eyebrows, but obviously doesn't want to push his luck. He nods briefly, then turns and leaves the office. In the background we see Buster lying on his blanket. Brian leans back in his chair. His fingers find the little bulge underneath his shirt, level to his sternum. He takes out the chain and moves the ring between his fingers. CUT TO: INT. THE NY ASC - JUSTIN'S STUDIO/BEDROOM - NIGHT We see Lou, lying on Justin's bed. She's asleep, holding the remote control in her hand. Justin enters the picture from the right and sits down next to her. He takes remote control out of her hands and shuts off the TV.
JUSTIN (touching her shoulder) Hey, sleepy head. Wake up. LOU (not moving - with a muffled voice) Uh… What time is it? JUSTIN Half past ten. LOU (steadies herself on her elbows) Great. So much for my evening entertainment. (pointing at the TV) This is not a TV. It's the reason for your headache. By the way, are you feeling better? JUSTIN My throat's still aching. LOU I could make you a special herbal tea to get you back on track. JUSTIN (shaking his head) No, thanks. LOU The taste's awful anyway… (She gets up and stretches her arms - yawning) So, how was he? JUSTIN He needs some practice, but I guess we gave him a night to remember. LOU That was really nice of you.
She bends down and kisses him on the cheek.
JUSTIN Anytime… (She smiles and turns to leave) Lou, did you know, Vince's got a bruise the size of watermelon along his ribs. He said he fell from a chair, but I highly doubt that. He didn't get into any trouble, did he? LOU (knitting her brows) What? Are you sure? JUSTIN It was kinda hard to miss.
The phone rings. Lou grits her teeth and leaves the room. She seems to be completely agitated. Justin reaches over to the phone, lying on his bedside table and takes the call.
JUSTIN Yep. BRIAN (earpiece) Sorry, that I didn't get back to you earlier. It has been a busy day. Are you still in bed? JUSTIN (touching the blanket) It certainly feels like I've been. Well, whatever. I did my good deed for today. BRIAN Fucked a boy-scout? JUSTIN Something like that… (stretching out on his bed) And what did you do?
Change to Brian. He's using his cell phone.
BRIAN Pest control. JUSTIN Kinky. I had no idea, you're into that. BRIAN (smirking) Me neither, but I think I did pretty good for the first time. (In a serious tone) Listen, about your stalker. Do you know how he looked like? JUSTIN Beats me. It was dark and I just saw his reflection. I think he was brunette, but I don't know for sure. I was probably imagining things. BRIAN (sceptical) Hmm… Maybe… Do you have plans for the weekend?
Change to Justin. He gets up from the bed.
JUSTIN (walking over to his working table, which is covered by sketches for Rage) Austin and Simon invited me for dinner on Friday night and I've got a shift at Satellite tomorrow afternoon. BRIAN Do you think you can squeeze me in your schedule? JUSTIN (looking at his drawings) I'll have my secretary call you to make an appointment.
Horizontally Split Screen. Justin's on top, Brian below.
BRIAN (amused) Not even two months in Big Apple and already an arrogant prick. I'm so proud of you. JUSTIN (quietly) Brian… BRIAN Hmm…
Justin's looking at a drawing of Rage and J.T., kissing each other on a seashore.
JUSTIN (following the outline of Rage's cheek with his finger) I just want you to know, that my first time was the best thing that could happen to me… I will never forget that night. BRIAN (after a short moment of silence) Me neither… (in a mocking tone) Especially the 'I'm into leather' part.
Justin laughs and Brian smirks. CUT TO: INT. BLAKE'S APARTEMENT - NIGHT Close up of the entrance door. We hear the sound of a key unlocking the door. Ted enters. The living room's empty, the dining table cleared. Blake's nowhere in sight. Ted walks over to the bedroom. The bed is untouched. Slowly, he approaches the kitchen. Blake is standing in front of the sink, his back turned towards us. He's washing the dishes.
TED (uncertain) Hey…
Blake turns around. He's wearing yellow rubber gloves and is holding a brush in his hand.
BLAKE Enough fresh air?
He puts the brush aside and takes off the gloves.
TED (nods - quietly) I'm sorry for leaving like that. BLAKE (with an unhappy expression on his face) Did you notice that 'sorry' became part of our basic vocabulary, lately? TED (coming nearer) 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… (He takes a deep breath) Maybe it's better if we don't see each other for awhile. TED (frowning) What is that suppose to mean? Are you… breaking up with me? BLAKE (grits his teeth) No, 'cause you already did. I'm just the one who puts it into words. TED (helplessly) But… BLAKE (in a mixture of anger and despair) You can't have sex with me, you barely touch me. Look me in the eye. Look me in the eye and tell me you're not afraid to get infected.
Ted's staring at him, not able to answer. Slight music sets in. Sarah McLachlan - Full of Grace. They're both close to tears. Slowly Ted stretches forth his left hand and touches Blake's arm. He lets his fingers slide down to his wrist, reaches in his pants pocket with the other hand and places a key in Blake's palm.
TED (with a shaky voice) I wish I was strong. I wish I could love you like you deserve to be loved.
He closes Blake's fingers around the key. The first tear is running down Ted's cheek. Blake's lip is trembling, his nostrils are flaring. Ted lets his hand go and turns to leave the kitchen. Blake's opens fist. He's staring down at the key, then lifts his head.
BLAKE (hoarsely) Ted… (Ted turns around and looks at him) Don't forget to put on your jacket… It's cold outside.
Ted presses his lips together and nods. They share a last look, then he turns away and leaves the kitchen. CUT TO: INT. BRUCKNER/NOVOTNY'S - NIGHT Ben's sitting on a chair next to the dining table and putting on his shoes. Michael is standing next to the fridge, fixing himself a sandwich.
BEN She seems to be a smart and self-confident girl, but this Stuart was acting completely weird. MICHAEL (putting the butter back into the fridge) Talking of weirdness. Brian told me Stuart's planning on a Baywatch-Revival Party with twenty hot lifeguards in tight, red Speedos. BEN See. Something about this guy is fishy. MICHAEL (comes over - sitting down on Ben's lap) Do you really have to play basketball in the middle of the night? BEN (puts his arm around him) Dave is working late shifts this week. He practically begged me to practice with him. MICHAEL (pretending to be pouting) Maybe I should go to Babylon and find me somebody to practice with.
Ben laughs and kisses him on the mouth.
BEN (gently shoves Michael from his lap and gets up) Don't tell Hunter, I met the queen of his heart. He would probably say I did it on purpose. MICHAEL My lips are sealed. BEN I hope that doesn't mean in general.
Michael bends forward and kisses Ben, who grabs his butt and gives him a squeeze. Michael breaks the kiss and Ben lets him go.
MICHAEL Have fun. BEN You too. Whatever you're going to do.
Ben leaves through the backdoor. Michael walks back into the kitchen, gets his plate with the sandwich and walks over to the couch. He sits down and reaches for the remote control, but there's no reaction as he tries to turn on the TV. He opens the battery case. It's empty.
MICHAEL What the hell…?
The doorbell rings. Michael puts the remote control aside and walks over to the front door with a smile.
MICHAEL (smiling) What did you forget this time? The…
Quick flash to the person standing on the doorstep. It's Andy. He's wearing jeans and a leather jacket.
MICHAEL Ball? ANDY (with a charming smile) Hello, Michael. It's been a long time. MICHAEL (astonished) Andy? ANDY You're looking great. MICHAEL (still a bit lost for words) You too. ANDY Can I come in? MICHAEL Erm… Sure. (He lets him enter and closes the door behind him) W-what are you doin' here? ANDY (walking into the living room) I'm visiting my hometown. MICHAEL (following him) And what's the reason for me becoming part of the tour? ANDY (turns around) Summer of '89. I was dating the greatest guy in town. MICHAEL (frowning at him) Before you dumped him, for some Yo-Yo or Bo-Bo. ANDY I think his name was Jojo. MICHAEL (shrugging) Whatever… And, did you became a doctor? ANDY (with a short nod) I'm a paediatrician. MICHAEL (acknowledging) Wow, that's great.
Andy continues to take a look around.
ANDY This is a nice place. MICHAEL (walking over to the refrigerator) We moved in a while ago. Would you like something to drink? (He opens the door and pokes his head inside) We've got ice tea, water, orange ju-
He doesn't get any further, because Andy gently closes the door of the fridge, so Michael has to take a step aside. He opens his mouth to say something, but Andy beats him to it. He grabs Michael's neck and kisses him. Taken by surprise, he tries to pull back, but Andy's holding him firmly in his arms. Suddenly Michael's resistance melts, he puts his arms around Andy and returns the kiss with unexpected passion. FADE TO BLACK Eagles of Death Metal - I want you so hard (Boy's bad news) I want you so hard I want you so good But can you trust me? Yes, you know you could My friends are talkin' And they're tellin' you Don't waste your time cause the boy's bad news My friends are talkin' And they're tellin' you Just leave him alone cause the boy's bad news I want you so hard I want you so good Now take a chance, momma You know you should Trust your instincts and let me in Just be my ride and I'll be my friend My friends are talkin' And they're tellin' you You're wastin' your time, the boy's bad news My friends are talkin' And they're tellin' you Leave him alone, cause it's just bad news 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) Michelle Clunie Robert Gant Thea Gill Randy Harrison Gale Harold Scott Lovell Peter Paige Hal Sparks and Sharon Gless as Debbie Guest Starring Peter McNeill Dean Armstrong Jack Wetherall Executive Story Editor galefan4ever Music Supervision CleverDevil Additional Cast (in order of appearance) Brandon Ryan Scott Greene Gus Keegan Hoover **** Queer as Folk and all its characters (despite the few I created) are property of CowLip and Showtime. The character of Andrew Stark was taken from the novels ‘Every nine seconds’ and ‘Never tear us apart’ by Joseph and Quinn Brockton. No copyright infringement is intended. Author's note: Brian was both accused of sexual harassment, as well as child molesting. The last one was the hardest to bear, I guess. And knowing exactly how it feels like to be accused of a crime you didn't commit, he helped Brandon. Just for the record, Brian was not cheating on Justin. The fact that he rejected Brandon, who was eager to have sex with him afterwards just demonstrates that Brian changed his priorities and is committed to Justin and his love for him. It's not important anymore to prove himself that he's still King of Liberty Avenue. Forgive me for making Brian kiss Brandon, but I needed something to get little Seany going. I'm a huge B/J shipper myself and I swear an oath, this was the first and the last time Brian ever kissed some other guy than Justin (Well, Mikey doesn't count). Sorry for the lack of B/J scenes, but as I mentioned earlier I will make up for it with the next episodes.
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Music - Exhale slowly by Bootsy Mc Queen queer as folk The bedroom of the Loft. Michael's sitting on the bed. Brian is standing naked in front of his bedside table, his back's turned towards us. Michael: "He kissed me." Brian: "And… Was it all you remembered?" Ted and Emmett at the Liberty Diner. Ted's looking really depressed: "You cannot help me, Emmett. No one can. I screwed it up like I screw up everything in my whole fucking life." Hunter and Lilly are standing in front of the lockers in the corridor of Allegheny High. Hunter: "Would you like to go out on a date with me?" Instead of answering she pulls him in for a kiss. Lilly: "How about Saturday night?" The Bathroom of the New York Apartment Sharing Community. Lou and Vince are standing in front of the mirror. She's holding up his shirt. Pointing at his bruise: "That's not love, Vincent. That is just pain." Change to Justin leaning against the doorframe. "She's right, Vince." Michael at Red Cape Comics. He's talking to himself. "Well done, Mr. Novotny. A dinner-party with your husband and your high school date." He takes a look at a Spiderman figure, which is sitting on the counter. "I could really use some super powers right now." Ted's standing in front of the washbasin of his dim bathroom. In the mirror we see the face of Derek coming up behind him. "Do you wanna feel good? Do you wanna forget the pain?" The NY ASC. Justin's standing in the open front door, stunned. "Brian?... What are you doing here?" Brian, dressed in a suit, is standing on the doormat. "I happened to be in the neighborhood, so I thought I just drop in." Ted is talking to a guy in a corner of a backalley. "He was the one who took him away from me. I was happy once in my life. Really happy, you know. And then this asshole came along and had to fuck it up. It's all his fault." Drew and Emmett in front of the bar at Babylon. "Oh my God! Drew. Hey!" He throws his arms around him and gives him a kiss on the cheek. "You're looking fabulous." Inside Babylon. Hunter's is talking to a middle-aged guy, who's wearing an Armani suit. Guy: "My car's parked outside in case you change your mind." The Holiday Inn, Room 505. Michael's standing in the corridor, talking to Andy. Andy: "I'm glad you came. You're alone?" Michael: "Obviously. Ben couldn't make it. Something came in between." Carl and Debbie standing in front of the building at Six Fuller/Corner of Tremont. Debbie's holding a growling Buster on a leash. Carl's looking over to the other side of the road: "I guess, somebody was watching us." The kitchen of Hayward Mansion. Emmett and Rel are standing in front of Senator Hayward. Emmett: "I may be a faggot, but at least I'm not a hypocritical father who pretends to care for his children when in fact all he cares about is himself." Justin's room at the NY ASC. Justin's looking at Brian with a worried expression on his face. "Brian, what's wrong? Brian: "Just an old scar." queer as folk Adult content, graphic language, nudity, sexual content SHOWTIME - NO LIMITS