QUEER AS FOLK
EPISODE 6.07 - <b>SHOW ME YOUR COLORS</b>
Original Posting date: 06-19-07

ORIGINAL SERIES CREATED BY RON COWEN & DANIEL LIPMAN
WRITTEN AND DIRECTED BY CLEVERDEVIL

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MAIN THEME: CUE THE PULSE TO BEGIN

FADE IN: INT. DEB'S AND CARL'S - KITCHEN - EVENING
<i>Close up of the sink, filled with water and some foam. Somebody immerses two plates into the water and starts scrubbing the first one with the brush. The camera widens up. Carl's standing in front of the sink, whistling the main theme from Kojak, while he's washing the dishes. Debbie enters the picture from the left. She's carrying two empty bowls. Obviously they've just finished dinner. Debbie places the bowls on the countertop.</i>

<center>DEBBIE
<i>(taking a critical look at the dishwater)</i>
You have to take more dish soap.

CARL
I know what I'm doing. <i>(Debbie takes the bottle and adds a shot of soap to the water)</i> Hey!

DEBBIE
<i>(pointing at the cleaned plates)</i>
They're still greasy.

CARL
<i>(takes a dishtowel - extending it to her)</i>
Then dry them harder.</center>

<i>Debbie raises her brows in surprise, then laughs.</i>

<center>DEBBIE
<i>(taking the towel)</i>
I had no idea you could be that bossy. I'm wondering what's going to happen if you're not satisfied with my work.

CARL
<i>(puts his arm around her)</i>
You'll get arrested.

DEBBIE
I should warn you. Kiki made me attend a course in self-defense last year.</center>

<i>He touches her nose with his wet finger, causing some foam to stick to it.</i>

<center>CARL
<i>(smiling)</i>
I guess I have to be on my guard then.</center>

<i>They share a sweet kiss. In the background we see Buster lying on a carpet in the living room. The camera focuses on him. He pricks up his ears and looks over to the door. The next moment the doorbell rings. Buster gets up, barks two times and wags his tail.</i>

<center>DEBBIE
<i>(gives Carl a last peck on the lips)</i>
I'll go and answer.</center>

<i>She walks over to the door, where an exited Buster is already waiting. Debbie raises her brows, obviously confused by his behavior. She shakes her head.</i>

<center>DEBBIE
<i>(opening the door)</i>
Emmett, hun. Did you loose your key a-</center>

<i>Instead of Emmett, Brian and Justin are standing on the doormat, smiling at her in unison. Debbie's staring at them, stunned, while Buster circles around them, whimpering with joy. After a short moment Debbie comes back to life.</i>

<center>DEBBIE
<i>(ecstatic)</i>
Sunshine!

JUSTIN
<i>(smiling)</i>
Hey, Deb.</center>

<i>She spreads out her arms and hugs him tightly while Brian crouches down and tries to calm down the dog.</i>

<center>DEBBIE
<i>(with a muffled voice - reproachful)</i>
How dare you to stay away that long. I haven't seen you in ages.

JUSTIN
<i>(gently trying to free himself from her)</i>
Deb, you're suffocating me.</center>

<i>She lets him go. Justin has to cough.</i>

<center>DEBBIE
<i>(worried)</i>
Honey, are you okay?

JUSTIN
<i>(touches her shoulder - reassuring)</i>
I'm fine. I caught a cold but it's almost gone.

BRIAN
<i>(straightens up)</i>
Maybe we could celebrate the reunion inside. Provided, that the hostess is fine with it.

DEBBIE
She is. <i>(She lets them enter and closes the door. Addressing Carl)</i> Look who's here.

JUSTIN
Hey, Carl.

CARL
<i>(over his shoulder)</i>
Hey, boys.

BRIAN
<i>(to Carl - with mock sympathy)</i>
She's making you washing the dishes? Didn't you eat up your gruel?

DEBBIE
Watch your mouth or I'll have you dry them up. <i>(pointing at the couch)</i> Sit down. You must be hungry after the flight. <i>(heading for the kitchen)</i> I'll fix you something.</center>

<i>Brian and Justin settle down on the couch. Buster comes to sit between Brian's legs.</i>

<center>JUSTIN
Thanks, Deb. But we already ate in New York.

DEBBIE
<i>(already standing in front of the fridge)</i>
That was hours ago and you boys are way too skinny.

BRIAN
<i>(addressing Justin, who's lightly scratching Buster's chin)</i>
Don't try to argue with her about food. It's pointless. She's going to win anyway.

CARL
<i>(coming over to them - drying his hands with a towel)</i>
He's absolutely right.</center>

<i>He looks down at his belly and sighs, which causes the boys to grin.</i>

<center>JUSTIN
<i>(spotting a small anti prop 14 poster, which is lying on the table)</i>
The election's this Thursday, isn't it? Do you know where we're standing at the moment?

DEBBIE
<i>(coming over)</i>
The latest poll said that less people would support Proposition 14.

CARL
<i>(sitting down on the armchair)</i>
A lot of them were shocked by the bombing. They don't want to sympathize with assassins.

DEBBIE
<i>(puts one hand on the back of the armchair, the other one on her hip)</i>
Unfortunately there are still enough pigheaded, narrow-minded voters left. But we won't give up hope.

BRIAN
<i>(matter-of-factly)</i>
Let's face it. It's a heterosexual world. They're going to win and there's nothing we could do about it.

DEBBIE
<i>(determined)</i>
We won't give up. <i>(emphasizing her words with a gesture of her hand)</i> We're going to fight.

BRIAN
To the last man, huh? <i>(He snorts)</i> I'm sure Alexander the Great would have made you his first general.

JUSTIN
<i>(touches his arm)</i>
Don't be pessimistic.

BRIAN
<i>(looking at him)</i>
I'm being realistic.

DEBBIE
<i>(vitriolic - addressing Brian)</i>
Well, Mr. Down-to-earth. Maybe you could keep your pearls of wisdom to yourself instead of demoralizing those who care.</center>

<i>Furiously she heads for the kitchen.</i>

<center>JUSTIN
<i>(gets up)</i>
Deb… <i>(following her)</i> That wasn't fair. You know he didn't mean it like that.</center>

<i>The camera focuses on Brian, who's looking after them.</i>

<center>CARL
<i>(wrinkling his brows)</i>
Weren't you the one who spent a lot of money to prevent Jim Stockwell from becoming major last year?

BRIAN
That was different. There was a chance to win. We'd need a miracle this time.

CARL
<i>(sighing)</i>
Yeah, I admit it seems to be absolutely hopeless.</center>

<i>They fall silent for a moment. Lost in thoughts, Brian tickles Buster between his ears.</i>

<center>CARL
<i>(clears his throat)</i>
There's something I wanted to tell you. <i>(Brian looks at him)</i> We've been to your street the day before yesterday and obviously someone was watching the building.

BRIAN
<i>(frowning)</i>
Are you sure?

CARL
Pretty sure, yes. I just thought you should know.

BRIAN
<i>(pensive)</i>
Yeah, thanks… <i>(a thought crosses his mind)</i> What the hell did you do in front of my apartment?</center>

<i>Carl, being in a tight spot, looks at the dog. Brian follows his gaze and frowns. Buster looks up at him, panting and cocks his head.</i>

CUT TO: INT. NOVOTNY/BRUCKNER'S - LIVING ROOM - EVENING
<i>Ben, Hunter and Michael enter the living room. Their sportswear's soaked in sweat, as well as their hair. Hunter is carrying a basketball. They're all looking exhausted - especially Michael - but the general mood seems to be good.</i>

<center>HUNTER
<i>(walking backwards - pointing at Ben)</i>
I knew I could beat you.

BEN
You were just lucky. I wasn't in shape today.

MICHAEL
<i>(still panting a bit)</i>
I didn't notice while I was running after you, trying to snatch the ball from you.

HUNTER
<i>(leans against the back of the couch - grinning at Ben)</i>
It's just a lame excuse. He doesn't wanna admit he's gettin' old.

BEN
Who's gettin' old?</center>

<i>He hits the ball out of Hunter's hands and starts dribbling it around the couch, while he's trying to hinder a laughing Hunter from recapturing it.</i>

<center>MICHAEL
<i>(drops onto the couch with a groan)</i>
Didn't you two get enough during the last three hours.</center>

<i>Ben looks at Michael over his shoulder. Hunter uses the moment of distraction to attack and wins back the ball.</i>

<center>HUNTER
<i>(triumphant)</i>
Diminishing reactions, problems to concentrate and a lack of stamina. I told you, old man.

BEN
<i>(puts his hand on his hip and turns around - addressing Michael)</i>
Any complaints about my stamina?

MICHAEL
<i>(trying to suppress a grin)</i>
Well…</center>

<i>Ben raises a brow and pretends to feel indignant by Michael's reaction. Hunter laughs and turns the ball in his hands.</i>

<center>HUNTER
<i>(steps next to Ben - addressing them both)</i>
There's something I'd like to ask you. Since we spent the evening together I had to reschedule my date with Lilly. I'd like to take her out on Monday instead.

MICHAEL
<i>(straightens up - surprised)</i>
You asked her out?

BEN
<i>(not thrilled)</i>
It's a school night.

HUNTER
We'll be back early, I promise. <i>(with puppy eyes)</i> Please, I don't want to put her off a second time.</center>

<i>Ben looks at Michael, who nods his approval.</i>

<center>MICHAEL
<i>(with a warning glance at Hunter)</i>
If it's not getting all too late.

BEN
Alright. Permission's granted.

HUNTER
<i>(with a broad smile)</i>
Cool.

BEN
<i>(sniffing at his shirt in the close proximity of his armpit)</i>
I guess it's time we take a shower. It smells like a locker room in here.

HUNTER
<i>(quickly)</i>
I'm first!</center>

<i>Before they can say anything, Hunter throws the ball to Ben, who catches it, and runs up the stairs. Shaking his head, Ben sits down next to Michael.</i>

<center>BEN
<i>(sighing with relief)</i>
I'm glad he's feeling better. <i>(leaning back)</i> I really wish I could say the same thing about me.

MICHAEL
Is there something I can do?

BEN
<i>(rolls his head aside to look at him)</i>
No. I'm going to meet Ian Crawford tomorrow afternoon. He's a member of the school board. We used to meet for a jog every morning, until he ruptured his Achilles tendon three years ago. I really hope he's got some good news. This uncertainty wears me out.</center> 
<i>Michael hesitates for a moment, then puts his hand on Ben's and tries to give him an encouraging smile.</i>

<center>MICHAEL
Whatever happens. We'll cope with the difficulties. Together.</center>

<i>Ben bends forward and kisses him on the lips.</i>

<center>BEN
<i>(softly)</i>
I love you, Michael.</center>

<i>Michael suddenly grabs his neck and starts kissing him as if it's a matter of life or death.</i>

CUT TO: INT. BABYLON - NIGHT
Music: French Affair - You're So Sexy
<i>Sweaty, male bodies are all around us. No matter if tight shirts or bare muscles, the guys are all hot and probably horny. Crotches are pressed against each other, fingers touching chests or asses and big baskets rubbing themselves against strong thighs. We're not in heaven, but the next best thing - The dance floor of Babylon. Focus on Brian and Justin. They're inside the core of the crowd, dancing back to chest. Justin touches Brian's neck and rests his head on his shoulder, while he's rolling his pelvis, grinding his ass into Brian's crotch. Brian's lips are on Justin's neck, his fingers are moving under his shirt, brushing over abdomen and nipples. After a moment Brian's hand slips past the waistband and into Justin's jeans, what causes Justin to grab Brian's ass with his right hand. We're allowed to watch their sexual dance a few seconds before the camera retreats in a flash and takes us to the bar, where Michael and Emmett are watching the scene.</i>

<center>EMMETT
<i>(unable to look away - screwing up his face)</i>
I'm getting hard. Jesus, he's not going to fuck him on the dance floor, is he?

MICHAEL
<i>(with a sullen face)</i>
I guess they're going to save it for the backroom. If you go now you may get hold of a good spot.

EMMETT
<i>(turning to look at him - raising his brows)</i>
You're cynical. What's wrong?

MICHAEL
Nothing. <i>(Emmett raises his brows in disbelief and crosses his arms over his chest expectantly)</i> Alright. Ben and I have some temporary problems. He might lose his job.

EMMETT
<i>(in dismay)</i>
I'm sorry, darling. <i>(He touches his arm with compassion)</i> Having recently lost two jobs I know it's a depressing experience.

MICHAEL
<i>(sincere)</i>
I'm really proud of you, Em. Quitting this job was the right thing to do.

EMMETT
<i>(leaning on the bar - sighing)</i>
I know. The only problem is self-respect won't fill my empty stomach.</center>

<i>He takes his Cosmo and has a sip.</i>

<center>MICHAEL
Maybe I could hire you as a temp for the comic store.

EMMETT
<i>(puts the glass down - smiling at him)</i>
That's sweet, but I'm afraid I'm not an expert when it comes to men in tights. Oh wait, there was this dancer from the ballet I dated once and he - <i>(from the look on Michael's face he notices that he's getting off topic)</i> Never mind. It was a bit kinky anyway. Well, I thought about going back to my party-service. Maybe I can convince Darren to join again.

MICHAEL
<i>(nodding)</i>
That's –</center>

<i>He's interrupted by Ted, who comes up from behind, a relatively young but not very good-looking guy in tow. He's thin, no muscles and from the look on his face, you've got the impression he doesn't smile very often. Well, Ted obviously doesn't care. He's got his arm wrapped around the trick's waist and seems to be in high spirits.</i>

<center>TED
<i>(touching Michael's shoulder)</i>
Hey, guys! Isn't that a hot night? <i>(looking at his companion with a satisfied smile, which - of course - isn't returned)</i> In the true sense of the word.

EMMETT
<i>(puts his hand on Ted's back - frowning at the trick)</i>
Teddy, hey. Have a drink with us.

TED
<i>(shaking his head no)</i>
Later. <i>(He pulls the trick closer to him)</i> I'm going to have someone else before. <i>(waving them goodbye)</i> See ya.</center>

<i>The music changes to Mr. Vain Recall by Culture Beat as Michael and Emmett watch them heading in the direction of the backroom.</i>

<center>MICHAEL
He seemed unnaturally cheerful. <i>(with a concerned look at Emmett)</i> Is he using again?

EMMETT
I don't know, but I better go and find out.</center>

<i>He turns around and puts his glass down on the bar. As he leaves, Michael's gaze shifts to the dance floor, where Ben's dancing, completely carried away by the beats of the music. Michael heaves a deep, unhappy sigh. Suddenly someone gives him a slap on the butt. Michael turns around with an angry frown and is greeted by a smirking Brian, who's leaning sideways against the bar.</i>

<center>BRIAN
You're looking hot, Novotny. <i>(pointing in Ben's direction)</i> Why don't you join your hunky husband out there?

MICHAEL
<i>(bitter)</i>
Because I'm a piece of shit and I do not deserve to be with him.

BRIAN
<i>(in a mocking tone)</i>
Wow, I had no idea you two are into SM. <i>(touching Michael's shoulder)</i> I saw a nice collar in 'O'. Since your birthday's coming up…

MICHAEL
<i>(with a gloomy expression on his face)</i>
I slept with Andy.

BRIAN
<i>(raises his brows in surprise, then frowns)</i>
Which part of 'You should tell Ben' didn't you understand?</center>

<i>Michael screws up his face and leans on the bar next to Brian.</i>

<center>MICHAEL
<i>(staring down at the counter - almost talking to himself)</i>
I really don't know what's gotten into me.

BRIAN
<i>(turns to his right so he's leaning backwards against the counter - matter-of-factly)</i>
I guess it was Andy.

MICHAEL
<i>(looking at him over his shoulder)</i>
Very funny. <i>(He straightens up)</i> It's like in a bad movie. Every time I try talking to Ben about it something devastating happens and I just can't.

BRIAN
<i>(with a meaningful look)</i>
The longer you wait, the harder it gets.

MICHAEL
<i>(suspiciously wrinkling his brows)</i>
That wasn't meant literally, was it?

BRIAN
<i>(shrugs)</i>
Well, it's one of those old gay sayings. <i>(He straightens up and touches Michael's back)</i> And it's true. Don't make such a fuss. Just spit it out.

MICHAEL
<i>(sighing)</i>
It's not that easy. There's also his state of health to consider.

BRIAN
<i>(taking a look at the dance floor)</i>
He's looking fine to me.</center>

<i>Michael follows his gaze. The camera pans over to the dancing guys, focuses on Ben for a moment and glides over to Justin, who's dancing in a cluster of attractive young men. Suddenly the dancers give way to someone. Brandon appears in front of Justin. He puts his hand on his shoulder, brings his lips to his ear and says something. Justin bends forward and answers the same way. Cut to Brian, who's still standing in front of the bar, frozen to the spot. He's staring at Brandon, who's looking over to him and grins. The movements of the dancers between them are slowed down. Brandon gives Brian a wink and leads Justin from the dance floor in the direction of the backroom. Everything's back to full speed.</i>

<center>MICHAEL
Isn't that Mr. Irresistible?

BRIAN
<i>(turns away from the dance floor and snorts)</i>
He's the only one who believes he is.

MICHAEL
Well, obviously Justin agrees with him on this. <i>(giving him a doubtful look)</i> Are you okay with that?

BRIAN
<i>(shrugging it off - but can't convince neither Michael nor us)</i>
Why shouldn't I? I've gotta go anyway. Stuart needs me to sign some papers. <i>(As he turns to leave, he grabs Michael's left shoulder and bends his head towards him)</i> Enjoy yourself Michael and don't wait to long, otherwise you might not be able to get off at all.</center>

<i>Forcing himself not to look into the direction of the backroom, he heads for the stairwell, pretending to be on his way to Stuart's office but as soon as he's out of Michael's sight, he vanishes among the dancing crowd. Cut to the backroom. We pass guys, who are getting or receiving blowjobs. A bit of kissing and licking here, a bit of fucking there until we reach Ted. His trick's facing the wall. Ted's standing behind him and putting on a condom when Emmett appears next to them.</i>

<center>EMMETT
<i>(crosses his arms over his chest)</i>
What's this? The pathetic attempt to become Brian Kinney in his former days?

TED
<i>(pointing at his trick - annoyed)</i>
In case you didn't notice, I'm busy.

EMMETT
<i>(shaking his head)</i>
You're already sounding like him. <i>(He puts one hand on his hip and supports himself with the other one on the wall)</i> Let me tell you, you're too old to accept his inheritance.

TRICK
<i>(looking at Ted over his shoulder)</i>
How old are you?

EMMETT
<i>(brutally honest)</i>
Thirty-seven.

TRICK
<i>(surprised)</i>
Oh. <i>(He pulls up his pants)</i> I don't do guys who are older than thirty-five. <i>(addressing Emmett)</i> I better go now, before he comes and dies of a heart attack. <i>(to Ted)</i> Sorry.</center>

<i>He walks away without looking back, leaving a frustrated Ted behind.</i>

<center>TED
<i>(shouting after him)</i>
I'm thirty-four and a half, you arrogant prick! <i>(Furious he turns to Emmett)</i> Congratulation, now you've ruined my night.</center>

<i>He removes the condom from his dick and pulls up his pants. As he's fumbling with his belt, Emmett suddenly grabs his chin and inspects his eyes.</i>

<center>TED
<i>(trying to free himself)</i>
Hey, are you crazy? Let me go!

EMMETT
<i>(draws back his hand)</i>
It's not Crystal.

TED
<i>(frowning at him)</i>
Of course not. I'm clean. <i>(offended)</i> Can't I have some fun without my friends suspecting I'm back using? Good to know how much you trust me.</center>

<i>He turns away and marches further into the room.</i>

<center>EMMETT
<i>(following him)</i>
We're just concerned.

TED
<i>(over his shoulder)</i>
You don't have to be. I'm fine. I'm a free, single, gay man in the prime of his years. I can do whatever and whoever I want.</center>

<i>He pushes open the door of the emergency exit. Protesting murmur arises from the performers inside, but Ted doesn't care. Change of angle. We see them coming out of the building and stepping into the back alley. There's also some action going on. The door shuts behind Emmett, who tries to catch up with Ted. They pass a fucking couple.</i>

<center>TED
<i>(still ranting)</i>
I'm fabulous. Everything's just perfect. It couldn't be any better.

EMMETT
<i>(matter-of-factly)</i>
You're missing Blake.</center>

<i>Ted comes to an abrupt halt and turns around.</i>

<center>TED
<i>(with half-hearted protest)</i>
No, I'm –

EMMETT
<i>(cutting him off)</i>
You still love him and you can't stand to be without him. <i>(takes a step in Ted's direction)</i> You want him back, don't you? It's true. You want him back.

TED
<i>(surrenders - passionately)</i>
Of course I want him back! <i>(He drops his head - in a low voice)</i> More than anything else.</center>

<i>Emmett steps in front of him, puts one hand on his shoulder and gently touches Ted's cheek with the other. Slowly, Ted lifts up his head and looks at him.</i>

<center>EMMETT
<i>(softly)</i>
Then do something instead of trying to fuck your problems away. <i>(His hand slips down to Ted's other shoulder. Giving him a slight nudge)</i> Go, get him back.

TED
<i>(with an unhappy expression on his face - desperately)</i>
How? I really hurt him, Emmett. He won't forgive me.

EMMETT
<i>(straightens up - shrugging)</i>
You'll never know if you don't try.</center>

<i>Ted takes a deep breath and sighs. Wider angle. Emmett takes his hands and leads him out of the picture.</i>

CUT TO: INT. BABYLON - BACKROOM - NIGHT
<i>The camera winds it's way through the kissing, fucking, sucking couples - Hey, there was even a foursome going on - and stops in a safe distance as Brandon and Justin come into view. Justin is leaning with his back against the wall. Brandon's standing in front of him, his back is turned towards us. He leans forward and supports himself with both hands on the wall next to Justin's head. He says something that causes Justin to smirk. Quick flash towards us, the camera turns in 90 degrees and Brian comes into view. He's standing behind a corner and watching them. His jaw tenses. Change of angle. Justin replies something and after a short moment Brandon grabs his neck and leans in for a kiss. Back to Brian. He turns away, trying to keep calm, but it's obvious that jealousy's seething deep within his guts. He closes his eyes for a moment, takes a deep breath and exhales slowly. A guy approaches him and touches Brian's stiffy through the fabric of his jeans. Brian looks at him and considers for a moment, but decides against it. He signals he's not interested. Disappointed the guy continues his search for action, while Brian takes out his cell phone. Quick flash around the corner. Brandon takes a quick look at the guys around them. Some of them are staring at him. He turns back to Justin.</i>

<center>BRANDON
<i>(hissing)</i>
Shut up.

JUSTIN
The truth is hard to bear, huh? I wouldn't let you fu-</center>

<i>Justin's cell phone rings. He reaches into his pocket, while the guys around them are complaining about the noise. Justin checks the caller ID and frowns.</i>

<center>JUSTIN
<i>(trying to sound casual)</i>
Hey, what's up?</center>

<i>Change to Brian. He's standing with his back against the wall, near the corner. He's not looking at Justin, but from this angle we're able to see him. Brandon crosses his arms over his chest and comes to lean sideways against the wall, watching Justin.</i>

<center>BRIAN
Nothing. I'm just bored. I want to leave. <i>(taking a short peek around the corner)</i> Where are you?

JUSTIN
In the backroom.

BRIAN
Am I interrupting something?

JUSTIN
<i>(with a sidelong glance at Brandon)</i>
Well, I have indeed some unfinished business here.

BRIAN
I understand. You don't want to come with me. That's okay. <i>(with a hint of sarcasm)</i> But call yourself a cab. There are some shady characters walking around tonight.

JUSTIN
<i>(trying to suppress his anger)</i>
Brian, wait. I'm coming.

BRIAN
<i>(ironic)</i>
You don't have to hasten because of me. Take your time.</center>

<i>He hangs up. Annoyed, Justin pockets his cell. Change of angle.</i>

<center>BRANDON
<i>(in a mocking tone)</i>
Ooh, did he pull on your leash? Aren't you allowed to play anymore?</center>

<i>He's grinning at him. Justin struggles to remain his self-control.</i>

<center>JUSTIN
<i>(with a forced smile)</i>
Unlike you, we're going to fuck the whole night.

BRANDON
<i>(giving him an arrogant look)</i>
Who says I'm not? I could have every guy around here.

JUSTIN
<i>(provokingly)</i>
Can you?</center>

<i>A young, brunette guy's passing them. He probably wouldn't be first choice, but to demonstrate nobody is able to resist him, Brandon grabs him by the neck and pulls him in for a ravenous kiss. The surprised victim is looking at him happily confused.</i>

<center>BRANDON
Do you want me to fuck you?

GUY
(without hesitation)
I'd love you to.</center>

<i>Brandon gives Justin a self-satisfied smile and makes the trick facing the wall.</i>

<center>JUSTIN
<i>(shielding his mouth with his hand - addressing the guy)</i>
He's got a nasty case of crabs.</center>

<i>The trick screws up his face and turns around to look at Brandon.</i>

<center>GUY
<i>(hastily)</i>
Maybe some other time.</center>

<i>He gives the stunned Brandon a sympathetic smile and walks up to another guy, who's leaning against the wall in a short distance and whispers something in his ear.</i>

<center>JUSTIN
<i>(giving Brandon an encouraging slap on the arm)</i>
Bad news travel fast. You should hurry up.</center>

<i>While Justin grins, Brandon looks as if he's going to kill him.</i>

CUT TO: INT. LOFT - BEDROOM - NIGHT
<i>Close up of the bed. Justin's shirt hits the sheets.</i>

<center>JUSTIN
<i>(furiously)</i>
You were fucking jealous!</center>

<i>The camera widens up. From our point of view Justin's standing at the right side of the bed, Brian at the left. They're getting undressed.</i>

<center>BRIAN
I don't do jealousy.

JUSTIN
<i>(taking off his jeans)</i>
Admit it. You saw me going with him and didn't want me to do him.

BRIAN
<i>(drops his pants and sits down on the bed)</i>
Bullshit.

JUSTIN
<i>(pulling back the covers)</i>
We have an arrangement, don't we? I can do whoever I want. I don't need your permission.

BRIAN
<i>(narrowing his eyes)</i>
Nobody said you do.</center>

<i>He slips under the blanket and lies down.</i>

<center>JUSTIN
<i>(getting into bed)</i>
Fine.</center>

<i>They both turn to opposite sides, so they're lying back to back and switch off the light. They remain in this position for a short moment. Justin's staring at the clock to his left. Change to Brian's side. He's focusing on condom, close to the edge of the bedside table. The angle changes. They both come to lie on their backs, staring at the ceiling.</i>

<center>JUSTIN
<i>(sighs - matter-of-factly)</i>
I'm hard.

BRIAN
<i>(screwing up his face)</i>
Me too.

JUSTIN
I'm not sorry for what I said.

BRIAN
Neither am I.</center>

<i>They both reach under they blanket at the same time to get rid of their briefs. Split Screen. The garments hit the floor. Music: French Affair - You're So Sexy. Justin rolls over to Brian and attacks his throat with lips and teeth. Within a second Brian has grabbed the condom and ripped it open with his teeth. While he's slipping it on his dick, Justin gets on his belly, waiting for Brian to get started. He doesn't have to wait long. Brian bends over him, positions his cock at Justin's entrance and slips it in with a short, single thrust of his hips. Justin groans and lifts himself up so he comes to sit on Brian's lap, forcing him to kneel on the bed. He starts eagerly fucking himself on Brian's dick. Brian lets him do so for a moment, then gently presses him down on the mattress, takes hold of his hips and sets the pace. After a few seconds Justin arches his back, buries his head into the pillow and grabs Brian's right butt-cheek. The music quiets down for a moment.</i>

<center>JUSTIN
<i>(with a muffled voice)</i>
Harder. Come on.</center>

<i>Brian doesn't have to be told twice. He wraps one arm around Justin's waist and guides them closer to the head of the bed. Justin takes hold of the bedstead. Brian bites him in the crook of his neck and shoves his cock up him with a powerful thrust. Justin gasps as Brian hits the hot spot. With a satisfied smile Brian straightens up. One hand on Justin's shoulder, the other one on the hip he's driving into him with an intensity that earns him a deep, happily moan for nearly every move he makes. The music starts to fade, unfortunately so does the picture - Fade in the loft the next morning. Bright sunlight is illuminating the bedroom. Justin is lying on his stomach in the rumbled up bed. His blanket is barely covering his feet, most of it is lying on the floor. We hear a low ringing of a phone. Justin groans, slowly opens one eye but closes it immediately. He turns his head to the left and feels for Brian, but his side of the bed is empty. Blinking he lifts his head and takes a look around. Brian's nowhere in sight, but we still hear the ringing sound. Justin comes to sit upright on the bed and rubs his face. He reaches for his pants, which are lying on the floor and takes his cell phone out of the trousers pocket.</i>

<center>JUSTIN
<i>(sleepy)</i>
Yes?</center>

<i>Split Screen. On the left we see Brett Keller, sitting in on a desk in an office. He's using a headset.</i>

<center>BRETT KELLER
<i>(raising his brows)</i>
Justin, is that you?

JUSTIN
<i>(passing his hand through his hair)</i>
Uh, I'm not sure. Maybe I'm still asleep.

BRETT
It's Brett. I'm calling from Ibiza.

JUSTIN
<i>(comes into a sitting position - surprised)</i>
Hey, Brett. How's it going? What are you doing on Ibiza?

BRETT
<i>(shrugs - looking at some papers lying on the desk next to him)</i>
Just a new project. We're in post-production. <i>(He crosses his arms over his chest)</i> Listen, I got a call from eColor. It's a studio in France. They expressed their interest in the film rights for Rage.

JUSTIN
<i>(narrows his eyes and shakes his head)</i>
What?

BRETT
<i>(getting up from the desk)</i>
They want to do an animated movie. I know it's not what we originally intended to do, but you should consider it. Anyway, their offer comes with a special condition. They want you.

JUSTIN
<i>(disbelieving)</i>
Me?</center>

<i>A young woman with a ponytail enters the room and hands Brett a paper.</i>

<center>BRETT
<i>(with a short nod at the girl)</i>
Didn't you tell me you were always interested in doing computer animation. Here's your chance. They made it clear they're only interested if you'd join the project.</center>

<i>The door of the Loft opens and is closed again.</i>

<center>JUSTIN
<i>(pulling his blanket back onto the bed)</i>
I need a few seconds to rearrange my thoughts.

BRETT
<i>(about to leave the room)</i>
Call me tomorrow.</center>

<i>Justin's side becomes full screen as Buster enters the bedroom and greets Justin happily, tail-wagging as usual.</i>

<center>JUSTIN
Thanks, Brett.</center>

<i>Justin ends the call and pets Buster's head, wrinkling his brows. Brian comes up the stairs, taking off his jacket.</i>

<center>BRIAN
<i>(obviously in a good mood)</i>
Morning, Sunshine.</center>

<i>He sits down on the foot of the bed. Justin approaches from behind and puts his arms around him.</i>

<center>JUSTIN
<i>(rests his head on Brian's shoulder and kisses his neck)</i>
Where have you been?

BRIAN
<i>(turns to look at him)</i>
Took the dog for a walk and <i>(holding up a paper bag)</i> brought us some rolls.

JUSTIN
<i>(lets him go and takes the bag - stunned)</i>
You brought rolls?

BRIAN
I passed a bakery on my way back. I thought we could have them for breakfast. <i>(screwing up his face - to himself)</i> I'm not gettin' domestic, am I?

JUSTIN
<i>(puts his hands on Brian's left shoulder)</i>
Maybe a little bit. <i>(with a broad smile)</i> But you can fuck me on the breakfast table if that would make you feel any better.

BRIAN
Way better.</center>

<i>Justin laughs, gives him a peck on the lips and gets up from the bed. He hands Brian the paper bag and heads for the bathroom, slightly limping. Brian's looking after him, smirking. He gets up and walks down to the kitchen, followed by Buster. Brian opens a wall cupboard.</i>

<center>BRIAN
<i>(takes out two plates)</i>
Who was it?

JUSTIN
<i>(coming out of the bathroom with a toothbrush in his mouth)</i>
Huh?

BRIAN
On the phone.

JUSTIN
<i>(takes the brush out of his mouth)</i>
Brett Keller. He said a French studio is interested in filming Rage and they want me on the animation team. I don't know what to make of it.

BRIAN
<i>(frowning)</i>
They want you to work in Europe?

JUSTIN
<i>(coming down the stairs)</i>
I have no experience with computer animation, but if I refuse there won't be a deal at all. It doesn't make sense. <i>(He leans on the counter - looking at Brian)</i> Anyway, going to France isn't an option.

BRIAN
You should think it over.

JUSTIN
<i>(straightens up)</i>
I just did. I decided against it.</center>

<i>He puts the toothbrush back into his mouth and gives Brian a smile.</i>

CUT TO: INT. DEB'S AND CARL'S - LIVING ROOM - DAY
<i>Emmett is sitting on the couch, skipping through the channels. He's wearing a pink bathrobe of Debbie's over his pajamas and is eating some dry Cheerios directly out of box. The camera focuses on the TV, we flip from a cooking show to a baseball game and stop with an interview on Channel Five. Senator Hayward is sitting in an armchair and answering to the latest question of the interviewer, a black-haired woman in her forties.</i>

<center>SEN. HAYWARD
- that family values are something important nowadays.

EMMETT
<i>(narrowing his eyes)</i>
Oh, you hypocrite.

INTERVIEWER
Speaking of family values. You're supporting the controversial Proposition 14, originated by the organization Family Corporate America, which strives legal changes concerning domestic partnerships of homosexual couples. A lot of people were utterly shocked by the recent bomb attack on a fundraiser held by the opponents of Proposition 14. How's your stance on this?

EMMETT
<i>(imitating the senator's voice)</i>
Didn't you hear? We hired the Queer Guy.

SEN. HAYWARD
First of all, I do not approve of such violent acts. Nothing justifies the killing of innocent people. I hope that the police will find the attackers soon and make them face their nemesis. We're civilized human beings and we should talk to each other.

EMMETT
<i>(lifts up the remote control to skip to the next channel - sarcastic)</i>
And you're an expert when it comes to talking, aren't you Philip?

SEN. HAYWARD
<i>(straightens up and turns to look into camera 1)</i>
Well, it's not only about talking but also about listening to each other. That's why I hope you'll listen to me now.</center>

<i>Emmett hesitates. He lowers the remote control.</i>

<center>SEN. HAYWARD
Family Corporate America claims that Proposition 14 is first and foremost supposed to protect family values. I do not agree with this, in fact I came to understand it's a threat for the future of our children. You see, I'm a single father and my youngest son Laurel recently told me that he's gay. I had no idea. He grew up like every other boy. He played with matchbox cars, climbed on trees and got himself dirty. Really dirty.</center>

<i>We see a TV in the living room of a house. A woman comes out of the kitchen, carrying a baby in her arms. She sits down on the couch and watches with interest.</i>

<center>SEN. HAYWARD
What I'm trying to say is I'm not a perfect father. I made a lot of mistakes in the past years and I deeply regret them. It's not easy for me to accept that my son's interested in boys instead of girls, but I do love my children and I want them to be happy. Take a look at your own sons and daughters, your nieces and nephews, your grandchildren.</center>

<i>An apartment. An older man, who's sitting in an armchair, lowers his newspaper. His gaze shifts to a boy and a girl, who are sitting at a table and drawing some pictures.</i>

<center>SEN. HAYWARD
They might grow up to be a lawyer or a postman, to have three children or live as a single. Or they might be gay.</center>

<i>A teenage girl and a woman are standing in front of a small TV in a kitchen. The mother turns to look at her daughter, who meets her gaze with insecurity.</i>

<center>SEN. HAYWARD
The point is you don't know. But whatever they'll do or whoever they'll love at least they shouldn't be deprived of legal security. For the sake of your children I call upon you to say NO to Proposition 14.</center>

<i>Emmett is still sitting on the couch and staring at the screen.</i>

<center>EMMETT
<i>(stunned)</i>
Wow, that was unexpected.

INTERVIEWER
Aren't you afraid that some people might be irritated by this sudden change of heart?

SEN. HAYWARD
Somebody recently asked me if being a politician means to sacrifice humanity. Does it? If that's the price for my re-election I'll relinquish my seat at the senate.

EMMETT
<i>(acknowledging)</i>
You've really learned your lesson, Mr. Hayward.</center>

CUT TO: INT. NOVOTNY/BRUCKNER'S - KITCHEN - EVENING
<i>Close up of a pot with boiling spaghettis. The camera widens up. Michael takes the pot from the stove and tips the spaghetti into a sieve, which is hanging in the sink and rinses them with cold water.</i>

<center>MICHAEL
<i>(to himself)</i>
I slept with my ex-boyfriend. Do you want some more spaghetti? <i>(He screws up his face and puts the spaghetti into a bowl. Walking over to the refrigerator)</i> Let's have dessert. By the way I got fucked by my ex three days ago. <i>(He opens the fridge and takes a look at two small bowls with fruit salad. It looks pretty gooey. Shaking his head)</i> I can't serve it to him like this.</center>

<i>He takes a look at his watch. Close up of the watch face. It's almost eight p.m. The hands change to a quarter to nine. Change of angle. Michael's sitting at the table, which is set for two. The candles are burning but Ben's nowhere in sight. Michael fades and reappears standing behind a chair, looking over to the door. Close up of his watch again. It's half past nine. Blend over to Michael, sitting on a chair. His head's resting on the table top. Change to the watch face. Another thirty minutes passed. Back to Michael. He's cleared the table and blows out the candles with an unhappy expression on his face.</i>

CUT TO: EXT. BLAKE'S APARTEMENT - STAIRWELL - EVENING
<i>Ted's standing in front of the door, staring at the bell. He takes a deep breath and braces himself.</i>

<center>TED
Be brave, Ted. Just once in your life.</center>

<i>He pushes the button, but he looks like he's toying with the idea of running away as he hears the ringing sound. He's waiting nervously for a few seconds, then the door opens and we see Blake, looking at Ted in surprise.</i>

<center>TED
<i>(in a hoarse voice)</i>
Hey.

BLAKE
<i>(not sure how to react to his unexpected visitor)</i>
Ted?

TED
<i>(uncertain)</i>
May I come in for a moment?

BLAKE
Erm… Of course.</center>

<i>He takes a step aside and lets him enter. As Ted passes the doorstep he spots a young, blonde woman with a lot of braids sitting on the couch. She's wearing an Indian Sari, combined with some oriental jewelry.</i>

<center>TED
<i>(stops - a bit confused)</i>
Oh. I had no idea you had a guest. I'm sorry. I should come back some other time.</center>

<i>He's about to turn around when the woman gets up from the couch.</i>

<center>WOMAN
<i>(easy-going)</i>
Don't go because of me. I was about to leave anyway.

BLAKE
Ted, this is Sylvia. A friend of mine. We met in rehab about three years ago.

SYLVIA
<i>(takes Ted's hand - giving it a good squeeze)</i>
Also a former Crystal Meth addict, but my chakras are all in harmony now. Which can't be said about yours by the way. Your Muladhara and your Anahata are totally messed up.</center>

<i>In the background we see Blake, getting her coat.</i>

<center>TED
<i>(now really confused)</i>
My what?

SYLVIA
Well, I guess you two have a lot of things to discuss. <i>(with a friendly smile at Ted)</i> It was nice to meet you, Ted. <i>(She takes her coat from Blake - putting it on)</i> Thanks for the tea, darling. I'll call you tomorrow.

BLAKE
Thanks for listening.</center>

<i>Sylvia kisses him on both cheeks, opens the door and leaves with a wave of her hand.</i>

<center>BLAKE
<i>(noticing the expression on Ted's face)</i>
She seems to be a bit strange, but she really is a great person with a big heart. Just like <i>(hesitating)</i> you… <i>(after a moment of silence)</i> Erm… Do you want some tea?</center>

<i>He heads for the kitchen.</i>

<center>TED
<i>(in a firm voice)</i>
I want a second chance.

BLAKE
<i>(stops and turns around - silently)</i>
I'm still positive.

TED
I know.

BLAKE
<i>(with a hint of bitterness)</i>
You couldn't deal with it four days ago. What makes you think it would be any different now?

TED
<i>(takes a deep breath and sits down on the couch - after a short moment)</i>
There was a long, narrow brick wall on my way to school. I used to climb up there and walk on the top with outstretched hands. I wasn't afraid of falling as long as I was young. But I grew older and someday I realized that I could lose the balance. So I started to use the sidewalk instead.

BLAKE
<i>(still standing - skeptical)</i>
And the moral of the story?

TED
<i>(gets up)</i>
There is no safe way. You can lose the balance any time. <i>(He takes Blake's hand and searches his eyes)</i> I almost did.

BLAKE
<i>(swallows - quietly)</i>
I love you, Ted. <i>(shaking his head)</i> But I don't want to get hurt a second time.

TED
I won't hurt you ever again. I'll be there for you, come hell or high water. I want to make you happy.</center>

<i>He touches his cheek. Blake leans in the touch and closes his eyes. Ted takes a step forward, puts his left hand on Blake's other cheek and kisses him softly on the lips. Blake slowly opens his eyes.</i>

<center>TED
<i>(lets him go - with emphasis)</i>
I'm not afraid to touch you.

BLAKE
<i>(in a hoarse voice)</i>
We should take it easy.

TED
<i>(wrinkling his brows)</i>
What do you mean by that?

BLAKE
<i>(takes a deep breath)</i>
I need some time for myself, Ted. To come to terms with the whole thing.

TED
<i>(failing to hide his disappointment)</i>
Maybe I'll better go now.</center>

<i>He turns to leave.</i>

<center>BLAKE
<i>(touching his arm)</i>
Ted.

TED
It's okay. I understand.</center>

<i>He continues his way to the door.</i>

<center>BLAKE
<i>(following him)</i>
No, you don't. <i>(Ted stops. He's clinging on the door handle)</i> My whole life was turned upside down within a few seconds. <i>(Ted turns around. Blake is standing right in front of him)</i> Now I need to regain <i>(putting his hand on his chest)</i> <i>my</i> balance. <i>(touching Ted's shoulder)</i> But that doesn't mean I don't want to be with you. We just have to take one step at a time, okay?

TED
<i>(slightly nodding)</i>
Okay.</center>

<i>A bit unsure Blake takes him into his arms. Ted hesitates to returns the embrace.</i>

<center>BLAKE
<i>(quietly)</i>
I'll call you tomorrow.

TED
<i>(wraps his arms around him and closes his eyes)</i>
Tomorrow is fine.</center>

CUT TO: INT. BRUCKNER/NOVOTNY'S - BEDROOM - NIGHT
<i>The room's dark. Michael's lying in bed, obviously he's not able to sleep. His eyes are open. A shadow moves in the background just before the bedside lamp is switched on. Ben sits down on the mattress, takes a deep breath and stifles a sigh. Michael doesn't move, his fingers are clenching the pillow. Ben starts getting undressed. When he takes off his shirt, Michael turns around.</i>

<center>MICHAEL
It's late.

BEN
<i>(turns to look at him over his shoulder)</i>
I'm sorry. I know I should have called, but I needed time to think.

MICHAEL
<i>(gets in a sitting position)</i>
Where have you been?

BEN
<i>(shrugs)</i>
I walked around a bit, watched some kids playing baseball in the park.

MICHAEL
<i>(watching him while he bends down to take off his socks)</i>
Did you meet this guy from the university board?

BEN
<i>(getting rid of his trousers)</i>
Yup.

MICHAEL
What did he tell you?

BEN
<i>(turns around - with a serious look on his face)</i>
I'm going to lose my job, Michael. At least for a year. Ian said they believe they will be able to restart my courses with the Spring Semester in 2006. <i>(He snorts)</i> He suggested I should use the time for an educational holiday.</center>

<i>He takes off his watch and places it on the bedside table.</i>

<center>MICHAEL
<i>(tenderly touching his back)</i>
Are you considering to do that?

BEN
<i>(shaking his head)</i>
No. I don't want to leave my family. You and Hunter are too important to me. <i>(He passes his hands through his hair and presses them against his neck)</i> Shit!</center>

<i>Suddenly Michael wraps his arms around him from behind. Ben straightens up.</i>

<center>MICHAEL
<i>(whispering in his ear)</i>
Sleep with me.</center>

<i>He reaches down and begins to rub his dick through the fabric of his briefs. Ben's sucks in his breath.</i>

<center>BEN
I'm sorry, Michael. I'm not -

MICHAEL
<i>(kisses him on the cheek)</i>
Forget everything. It's just you and me. Please. I need you inside me now.</center>

<i>Michael's lips travel down to his neck, kissing the warm skin. He slowly retreats and lies down on his back. Ben turns around and lets his hand run over Michael's chest. His wedding ring reflects the light of the bedside lamp. They kiss. Slowly but intensely. Ben straightens up and takes a condom out of the first drawer of his bedside table. While he's taking off his briefs and putting on the condom, Michael gets rid of his pajama pants. Ben comes to lie behind Michael. He strokes his shoulder and kisses his way down his spine, but just before he reaches the tailbone, Michael turns around.</i>

<center>MICHAEL
I want to see your face.

BEN
Okay. <i>(He bends forward and kisses his throat)</i> We need the lube.

MICHAEL
<i>(shaking his head)</i>
No. <i>(Ben stops and looks at him)</i> It's okay. I can stand it.</center>

<i>Ben knits his brows, unsure what to think of Michael's behavior. Low music sets in: Delerium feat. Rani - Underwater. Finally he lifts Michael's legs and puts them on his shoulders. Michael reaches over his head and grabs the bedstead with both hands. Ben tries to be careful, but as he shoves his dick past the entrance, Michael flinches and gasps for breath. He stops. The volume of the music is lowered for a moment.</i>

<center>MICHAEL
<i>(with reassuring smile)</i>
I'm fine. Go on.</center>

<i>A bit hesitantly he obeys. Without taking his eyes from him, Michael puts his hands around Ben's neck, who starts moving his hips in a steady rhythm. The camera slowly retreats.</i>

CUT TO: INT. LIBERTY DINER - AFTERNOON
<i>The door opens and Emmett enters the diner. He's wearing his tweed flat cap, a purple shirt and a checked cotton vest. In addition he's wearing sunglasses, what makes him look like a gay fashion designer. He comes to a halt, first takes off his glasses and then a look around. A second later he spots Darren, who's sitting on a stool at the counter. Focus on Darren. He's studying the page with the upcoming events in Pittsburgh's OUT. Debbie appears from the left. She's wearing her 'Fuck Yoga' shirt.</i>

<center>DEBBIE
<i>(placing a cup in front of him)</i>
Your coffee, honey. Be careful it's hot. Just like you.

DARREN
<i>(giving her a smile)</i>
Thanks, Deb.

DEBBIE
<i>(addressing Emmett, who approaches them)</i>
Sweetie, everyone's talking about the interview. I never would have thought that I would say this about a straight republican one day, but I could smooch this guy for what he said.

EMMETT
<i>(sits down on a stool and puts his sunglasses on the counter - grinning)</i>
I don't think Carl would approve of that. <i>(whispering to Darren)</i> Neither would the senator.</center>

<i>Debbie grabs the OUT and gives Emmett a slap on the shoulder.</i>

<center>EMMETT
Ow!</center>

<i>He raises his arms as Debbie lifts the newspaper again.</i>

<center>DEBBIE
I may not be twenty-one anymore, but my hearing's still working splendid.</center>

<i>She turns away and heads in the direction of the kitchen. Emmett pokes his tongue out at her.</i>

<center>DARREN
<i>(clears his throat)</i>
Can I get my paper back?

DEBBIE
<i>(comes back)</i>
Sorry, honey.</center>

<i>She hands it to him, gives Emmett a warning glance and walks out of the picture.</i>

<center>EMMETT
<i>(addressing Darren, who's taking a sip from his coffee)</i>
Did you think about my proposal?

DARREN
<i>(puts down the cup)</i>
Yes, I think it's a good idea. I -</center>

<i>Somebody wearing a hooded sweater, a baseball cap and sunglasses darts through the picture from the left, slides around the corner of the counter and comes to a halt opposite the astonished boys.</i>

<center>MR. INCOGNITO
<i>(to Emmett - desperate)</i>
Hide me!

EMMETT
What?

MR. INCOGNITO
<i>(with a squeaking voice)</i>
Quick!</center>

<i>His head swirls around as the door opens. Confused, Emmett and Darren watch him vanishing behind the counter. Debbie enters the picture from the left, looking down the mysterious guy. Close up of Mr. Incognito. He indicates her to keep his presence secret. A tall drag queen with a curly, red wig trips over to the counter. She's wearing a claret dress and matching high heels.</i>

<center>RED QUEEN
<i>(taking a searching look around)</i>
Have you seen my little prince? I saw him running in here. <i>(giggling)</i> He's as quick as a little bunny.

DEBBIE
<i>(pointing with her thumb to her left)</i>
He's just out of the back door, darling.

RED QUEEN
Thanks, Deb. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to hurry up otherwise the little rascal is going to escape me.</center>

<i>Head up high, she trips out of the picture. Emmett and Darren watch her go with a critical eye.</i>

<center>EMMETT
<i>(knitting his brows)</i>
Did she stuffed tissues in her bra?

DARREN
<i>(screwing up his face in disgust)</i>
And this awful tatter. I wouldn't want to be buried in something like this.

DEBBIE
<i>(addressing the bunny)</i>
You can lollop out there. The coast is clear.</center>

<i>Slowly the hunted emerges from behind the counter. He takes off his sunglasses. It's Rel.</i>

<center>EMMETT
<i>(puts his hand on his mouth in shock and amusement)</i>
Oh, my god. What happened to you?

REL
<i>(takes off the hood and the cap)</i>
I'm totally fucked.

DEBBIE
<i>(raising her brow in surprise)</i>
Really? <i>(matter-of-factly)</i> I always thought Rita was a dedicated bottom.

REL
<i>(still looking flustered)</i>
It's all because of the damned interview. Dad practically opened the season for me. But that's not even the worst part.

DARREN
<i>(putting two and two together)</i>
You are the gay son of the senator? Laurel?

REL
<i>(with a mixture of indignation and desperation)</i>
You see. He told them my name. How could he do that to me? I won't be able to show my face in public ever again.

EMMETT
Don't be a drama princess. People don't even know what you look like.

REL
<i>(pointing in the direction Rita went)</i>
She did! She tried to eat me alive. I'm not going out there again.</center>

<i>The camera follows the wave of his hand over to Rita, who makes an unexpected reappearance.</i>

<center>RED QUEEN
<i>(sighing)</i>
I'm afraid I lost him. <i>(spotting Rel)</i> Oh, there you are.</center>

<i>Rel makes a strange squeaking sound and runs, but the red queen bars his way to the kitchen and therefore to the backdoor. Desperately, Rel hops onto the serving hatch and glides - not very elegantly - into the kitchen. A few seconds later we hear an ear-splitting rattle followed by a flood of dirty words.</i>

<center>RED QUEEN
<i>(shrugs - addressing Debbie and the boys)</i>
He's a little shy.</center>

CUT TO: FRICK PARK - AFTERNOON
<i>Justin and Daphne are walking along the lane. Justin has his hands in the pocket of his down waistcoat. Other People are passing them, some of them are accompanied by dogs. Justin is wearing Buster's leash diagonally over his shoulder.</i>

<center>DAPHNE
<i>(links her arm to Justin's)</i>
And they want you for the animation?

JUSTIN
That's what Brett said.</center>

<i>Wider angle. Buster appears in front of them and lets a stick drop in front of Justin, excitedly waiting for him to throw it. Justin bends down and picks it up.</i>

<center>DAPHNE
<i>(watches him throwing the stick and Buster chasing after it)</i>
You were always interested in doing that, right? <i>(Justin turns to look at her)</i> And making Rage into a movie was your dream. Are you sure you don't want to do it?

JUSTIN
<i>(pretending to be offended)</i>
I'm already living in another state. Do you want me out of the country?

DAPHNE
<i>(gives him a friendly nudge against the shoulder)</i>
Of course not, idiot.

JUSTIN
<i>(grins, then his face turns serious)</i>
Honestly, I'm through with the movie business. I'm going to have my first art show in a few months and I already can't see Brian as much as I'd like to. And besides I don't want Rage eating baguettes and screwing garcons.</center>

<i>Buster is back with the stick. Justin picks it up.</i>

<center>DAPHNE
You should spend some time with Brian in Paris, maybe you would change your mind about French guys.

JUSTIN
<i>(throws the stick again - turns to look at her)</i>
What do you know about French guys?

DAPHNE
<i>(in a meaningful tone)</i>
Well, I had a really memorable encounter with two of them.

JUSTIN
<i>(raising his brows)</i>
At the same time? <i>(She smiles mischievously)</i> I had no idea you're such a bad girl, Daph. Why didn't you tell me?</center>

<i>Daphne laughs and wraps her arm around his waist.</i>

<center>DAPHNE
Every woman has her little secrets. <i>(Amused, Justin puts his arm around her. They start walking again)</i> So how are things with Brian?

JUSTIN
We had a minor disagreement last night but we were able to ease the tension.

DAPHNE
You kissed and made up.

JUSTIN
<i>(nods)</i>
In the NC 17 version. <i>(Noticing that Buster is running up to guy on rollerblades)</i> Hey! Buster!</center>

<i>He lets Daphne go and whistles, but Buster ignores him. The brunette guy crouches down and starts petting the tail-wagging dog. The camera approaches. It's Ty.</i>

<center>JUSTIN
<i>(steps next to them and hooks the leash to Buster's collar)</i>
Sorry.

TY
<i>(looking up to Justin)</i>
That's okay. I know him. I take care of him sometimes. He's the dog of my boss. <i>(He straightens up. Scrutinizing Justin and Daphne)</i> Are you somehow related to Mr. Kinney? 

DAPHNE
<i>(pointing at Justin)</i>
He's his boyfriend but I'm single.

TY
<i>(giving Daphne an flirtatious look)</i>
And a sexy one. <i>(He gets a smile in response)</i> By the way, my name's Ty. I was on my way to the half pipe. I use to train there quite often. Would you like to join me?</center>

<i>Daphne turns to Justin. There's no doubt she wants to go with Ty.</i>

<center>JUSTIN
<i>(shrugs - unenthusiastic)</i>
Why not.

TY
Cool. Follow me.</center>

<i>He glides out of the picture.</i>

<center>DAPHNE
<i>(to Justin)</i>
Please, please tell me he's not gay.</center>

CUT TO: INT. KINNETIK - BRIAN'S OFFICE - AFTERNOON
<i>Close up of the desk. Somebody puts a paper on the tabletop. The camera widens up. We see Brian, sitting in his chair, frowning at somebody in front of him. The angle changes. It's Judgment Day for Ted and Cynthia. They're sitting opposite from Brian. Ted's undoubtedly feeling uncomfortable, while Cynthia's ignoring him deliberately.</i>

<center>BRIAN
<i>(pointing at the page in front of him)</i>
This is the confirmation of a four colored ad for page three. <i>(He puts another piece of paper on the desk)</i> This is a fax from our bank, saying that the check from Home Design wasn't covered. <i>(He leans forward and folds his hands - looking at them expectantly)</i> Now I'm dying to hear your explanation.

TED
<i>(catching Cynthia's deathly glare - hastily)</i>
It's my fault. I told her everything was fine although I didn't verify.

BRIAN
<i>(stares at him for a moment - to Cynthia)</i>
I'd like to have a minute with Mr. Schmidt.

CYNTHIA
<i>(giving Ted a nasty smile)</i>
With pleasure.</center>

<i>She gets up and leaves. Ted's looking after her, his eyes begging for rescue. Slowly he turns to face Brian.</i>

<center>TED
<i>(remorseful)</i>
I'm sorry, Brian. I haven't been myself in the past few days. I swear something like that will never happen again.

BRIAN
<i>(frowning at him)</i>
This is business, Theodore. My business. As your boss I expect you to put your personal problems aside as soon as you cross the doorstep and do your fucking job.

TED
<i>(depressed)</i>
Of course.

BRIAN
<i>(sighs - in a softer tone)</i>
As your friend I know things haven't been easy for you lately. You should really consider taking a few days off.

TED
<i>(relieved)</i>
I will. <i>(He gets up from the chair - grateful)</i> Thank you, Bri.

BRIAN
<i>(in a strict voice)</i>
I'm not finished yet. <i>(His tone causes Ted's relief to evaporate)</i> I have a special task for you. You'll go to Home Design first thing tomorrow morning and get me the money. Cash.

TED
<i>(with a helpless expression on his face)</i>
How am I supposed to do that?

BRIAN
I really don't give a shit.</center>

<i>From the look on his face, Ted realizes there's no point in trying to refuse. Neither argumentation nor begging will him get out of this. Defeated, he turns to leave. Brian hands him the papers from the Home Design file with a satisfied smile. Ted sighs and heads for the door, but after taking a few steps he comes to a halt and turns around.</i>

<center>TED
Brian, as your friend, can I ask you a question? <i>(Brian doesn't seem to be interested in answering, but Ted continues nevertheless)</i> Have you ever tried balancing on a brick wall?

BRIAN
<i>(leans back in his chair - matter-of-factly)</i>
No, but I nailed a lot of guys against it.</center>

<i>At first Ted seems to be stunned, but then a smile's forming on his face. He gives a refreshing laugh, causing Brian to look at him as if he's lost his mind.</i>

<center>TED
You're right. It's probably time to take some action.</center>

CUT TO: FRICK PARK - HALF-PIPE - AFTERNOON
<i>We see young people on inline skates or skateboards rolling up and down the wooden pipe, demonstrating their skills on four wheels in a mixture of acrobatics and speed. Ty's among them. He makes some impressive jumps and twist, then rolls up to the edge of the pipe, where Daphne and Justin were watching him. Buster's lying to their feet. Ty crouches down and smiles at Daphne.</i>

<center>DAPHNE
<i>(impressed)</i>
Wow, you're really amazing.

TY
<i>(pleased by her reaction)</i>
Thanks. Do you wanna try?

DAPHNE
<i>(with a doubtful look)</i>
I don't know. I haven't done this in years.

JUSTIN
Come on, Daph. You always claimed to be better at skating than me.

DAPHNE
<i>(laughing)</i>
Alright, I'll give it a try.

TY
<i>(pointing at girl with pigtail buns and a jeans outfit)</i>
You see the blonde girl over there. Her name's Angela. Ask her for a pair of skates. Tell her you're a friend of mine.

DAPHNE
<i>(getting up)</i>
Okay. </i>(to Justin)</i> See you later.

TY
<i>(as she's out of earshot)</i>
Does she have a boyfriend?

JUSTIN
No.

TY
<i>(grinning)</i>
That's great. <i>(He sits down on the edge of the pipe and reaches for his shoulder bag, which is lying in the grass next to Buster. He takes out a cover with a VCD)</i> Hey listen, <i>(holding it out to Justin)</i> could you give this to Mr. Kinney? I was supposed to drop by at Kinnetik and turn it in, but they don't need me today. You would save me some time.

JUSTIN
No problem.

TY
Thanks. <i>(He drops his bag)</i> By the way I'm sorry for thinking you were his nephew or something. I believed he was with the guy from the other night.

JUSTIN
<i>(frowning)</i>
What guy?

TY
<i>(pointing at the disk)</i>
The one on the video. Well, I'm not gay but wow that kiss was pretty hot.</center>

<i>He smiles, gets to his feet or rather skates and taps him on the shoulder. Justin watches him gliding over to Daphne, who carefully makes her first moves on the inline-skates. His gaze shifts to the disk in his hand.</i>

CUT TO: INT. DEB'S AND CARL'S - EVENING
<i>Close up of an elbow. Somebody is dabbing a graze with a white cloth soaked with a brown tincture. The camera widens up. They're all sitting at the kitchen table. Rel, Emmett, Debbie and Carl. Rel is extending his arm to Debbie, who's disinfecting his little injuries. Suddenly Rel flinches.</i>

<center>DEBBIE
<i>(in a strict tone)</i>
Keep still. I'm almost done.

REL
<i>(wailing)</i>
But it hurts.

EMMETT
You should take it like a man. <i>(noticing the look on Debbie's face)</i> Bite it back.

CARL
<i>(in disbelief)</i>
You really jumped through the serving hatch?

DEBBIE
<i>(amused)</i>
He was like Dr. Kimble in The Fugitive.

EMMETT
Until he ran into the shelf and all the pots fell down on him. <i>(laughing)</i> He looked a bit like a turtle, lying there on his back.

REL
<i>(sourly)</i>
Very funny. I would laugh but my ribs are aching.</center>

<i>The doorbell rings. Carl gets up to answer the door.</i>

<center>DEBBIE
<i>(letting go of forearm - satisfied)</i>
Done. I think we were able to save the arm, honey.</center>

<i>Change to Carl opening the door. Senator Hayward is standing on the doorstep.</i>

<center>SEN. HAYWARD
<i>(obviously feeling uncomfortable)</i>
Good evening, sir. I know it's late, but I'm looking for my son Rel. His car was parked in front of a near diner and the waitress told me I should try here. <i>(with a very weird expression on his face)</i> Well, I'm not even sure if it really was a waitress.

CARL
<i>(with a sympathetic smile)</i>
Come in. He's here.

SEN. HAYWARD
<i>(enters - grateful)</i>
Thanks.

Rel's spots him the moment he's crossed the doorstep and quickly gets to his feet.

REL
<i>(furiously)</i>
I'm not going with you. I'm staying here.

SEN. HAYWARD
<i>(approaching)</i>
I'm sorry, Rel. I didn't mean to hurt you.

REL
It's too late dad. You already did.</center>

<i>Hastily he passes his father and gets upstairs. The senator is standing next to the couch, looking completely lost.</i>

<center>SEN. HAYWARD
<i>(helpless)</i>
Rel.

EMMETT
<i>(gets up from his chair - to the senator)</i>
Give me two minutes. <i>(He bends down to Debbie - whispering)</i> This is your chance. He's unarmed and unsuspecting.</center>

<i>Debbie nudges Emmett in the ribs, who leaves with a little grin. Change to Emmett's room. Rel is sitting on the bed, hugging his knees, his back's turned towards the door. Emmett comes to stand in the doorway and looks at him.</i>

<center>EMMETT
I wish my father would care about me like yours cares about you.

REL
<i>(still sulky - with a muffled voice)</i>
No problem. You can have him, I give him to you.

EMMETT
<i>(approaching)</i>
He's trying, Rel. He's really trying to understand you.

REL
<i>(doesn't move - still staring at the wall)</i>
He didn't care for years. Why does he bother now?

EMMETT
<i>(sits down on the bed next to him and touches his shoulder)</i>
Maybe he realized that his family is more important to him than political campaigns and gaining votes. <i>(Rel lifts his head to look at him)</i> Maybe he just wants to spend some time with you. To get to know you. He was worried and came looking for you. <i>(He gently takes a strand of hair out of his face)</i> At least give him a chance.

REL
<i>(leans against Emmett's shoulder - unhappy)</i>
I just want to be a normal guy. I want some friends to hang out with, go out dancing and attend a public school where the walls of the toilets are scrawled with dirty slogans.

EMMETT
<i>(touches his cheek and forces him to lift up his head)</i>
You should tell him. It turned out he's good at listening.

REL
<i>(heaves a sigh)</i>
Alright, I'll go with him.

EMMETT
<i>(pleased)</i>
Good. <i>(He gets up)</i> We should hurry up. I bet Debbie already made him a member of her PFLAG group with a t-shirt and a button for free.

REL
He would never join.

EMMETT
<i>(raising his index finger)</i>
Don't underestimate the power of Debbie Novotny. Just wait to next year's pride. <i>(laughing)</i> She'll probably have him walking on top of the group, wearing a pink wig by then.</center>

<i>Emmett extends his hand, Rel takes it and smiles up at him.</i>

CUT TO: INT. MEDITERRANIAN RESTAURANT - EVENING
<i>Focus on a big aquarium with some ornamental fish. The camera slowly moves to the right. We see Lilly and Hunter, sitting opposite each other at one of the tables. Hunter is wearing a suit with a tie (!) and he doesn't seem to feel very comfortable. Lilly is looking really nice in her black velvet dress and pumps. Obviously she also did her hair with a curling iron. But she doesn't seem to be relaxed either.</i>

<center>HUNTER
<i>(nervously)</i>
You're looking fantastic.

LILLY
<i>(tensed)</i>
Thanks. It's the third time you're telling me. I think I had enough compliments for tonight.

HUNTER
Sorry, it's just that I never saw you wearing a dress before.

LILLY
<i>(wrinkling her brows)</i>
You said evening dress, didn't you? This is the only one I've got.

HUNTER
<i>(hastily)</i>
And it's very nice.

LILLY
<i>(annoyed)</i>
Could you please stop it.

HUNTER
<i>(confused)</i>
Sorry.

LILLY
<i>(sighs - with a half-hearted smile)</i>
Let's just try to enjoy the evening, okay?</center>

<i>Hunter presses his lips together and nods. A waiter steps next to their table and serves them a small plate with an black, jelly mass and something that looks like big onion rings as a starter.</i>

<center>WAITER
<i>(politely)</i>
Calamari with caviar. We hope you'll enjoy.

HUNTER
<i>(with a smile of insecurity)</i>
Thanks.</center>

<i>As soon as the waiter's walked away, Lilly extends her spoon and pokes it inside the heap of caviar.</i>

<center>LILLY
<i>(screwing up her face)</i>
Is this still alive?

HUNTER
<i>(shoving the plate as far away as possible)</i>
I don't know but I don't want to find out.

LILLY
<i>(rest her elbows on the tabletop and bends forward)</i>
Hunter, what are we doing here? When you ask me out I thought we would have some pizza and watch a movie. This feels like the twilight zone.

HUNTER
<i>(surprised)</i>
But I thought you wanted to come here. It's what this boy told me.

LILLY
<i>(raising her brows)</i>
Which boy?

HUNTER
He's got black hair and was wearing glasses. I think his name's Billy.

LILLY
Billy the ferret? <i>(disbelieving)</i> He said I wanted to come here?

HUNTER
<i>(with a short nod)</i>
Yes, he said he heard you talking about this place.

LILLY
And you believed him? <i>(amused)</i> He's an awful bootlicker. He's hit on me since my first day at school. He probably thought I would dump you if the evening would turn into a disaster.

HUNTER
<i>(depressed)</i>
And he was right. It's a disaster.

LILLY
<i>(passionately)</i>
Bullshit. The night is still young. <i>(She gets up from her chair)</i> Come on. Let's go.</center>

<i>Hunter's looking at her in admiration and obeys. Change to a burger palace. Hunter and Lilly are sitting in a corner booth, eating burgers and fries and drinking a coke. They look overdressed in their outfits, but they seem to be relaxed and cheerful.</i>

<center>LILLY
<i>(chewing)</i>
This is far better than almost dead fish. <i>(holding up three fingers)</i> I would give three stars.

HUNTER
<i>(puts his coke down - getting serious)</i>
Lilly, there's something I wanted to tell you before your father does. It's about how I got infected.

LILLY
<i>(easy-going)</i>
You hustled. I know.</center>

<i>She stuffs the last piece of the burger into her mouth.</i>

<center>HUNTER
He told you.

LILLY
<i>(chews a moment, then swallows - shaking her head)</i>
You're such a silly boy. My first day at school. My new classmates gave me a tour. <i>(pointing at Hunter)</i> You see the guy over there. That's is Hunter Montgomery. He's got AIDS because he let the fags fuck him in the ass. Don't talk to him. You might get infected. <i>(She rolls her eyes)</i> Honestly, the only reason I started talking to you was to piss them off. <i>(Hunter's looking at her wide-eyed)</i> Just kidding.

HUNTER
<i>(stunned)</i>
You don't mind?

LILLY
<i>(leans back)</i>
I've been to many different places and met a lot of great and unique people in my life. Drag Queens, tramps, prostitutes, garbage men. I used to have breakfast with my favorite Spaniard Julio. During the day he was a carpenter and in the night he became the master of the dungeon. <i>(smiling)</i> Oh, he loved all his slave boys. <i>(She straightens up and rests her arms on the tabletop)</i> Or Harriet. She gave her cats the names of her ex-lovers. She had about twenty-five of them, probably twenty-eight by now and she'll never run out of names. And Silvio, who slept under a bridge. He was a math professor at the university before he became an alcoholic. He always helped me with my homework. You see, I do not judge people by what they do or how they live their lives.

HUNTER
<i>(impressed)</i>
I've never met a girl like you before.

LILLY
<i>(laughing)</i>
Well, that's why I don't tell boys much about my life. I can't afford to scare them off.

HUNTER
I'm not scared.

LILLY
<i>(moving closer)</i>
I'm glad to hear that.</center>

<i>Hunter touches her neck and they share a kiss, which would be censored in every sappy high school drama. When Lilly pulls apart, Hunter keeps his eyes closed for a little longer.</i>

<center>LILLY
<i>(bites her lower lip)</i>
And? Do you still remember your name?

HUNTER
No, but maybe I would if we'd do that again.</center>

<i>He puts his arm around her and they end up with a sequel of the first kiss.</i>

CUT TO: EXT. FRICKPARK - STREET - EVENING
<i>The empty street is illuminated by a mixture of the light coming from lampposts and the moon. Blake enters the picture from the left. Hands in his pockets, he's walking down the sidewalk along a narrow brick wall which separates the park from the street. He stops and takes an uneasy look over his shoulder, then checks his watch.</i>

<center>TED
I'm here.</center>

<i>Blake looks up with a start. Ted is standing on top of the wall, which is about thirteen feet high.</i>

<center>BLAKE
<i>(confused)</i>
What the hell are you doing up there?

TED
<i>(cheerful)</i>
I'm still able to do it. <i>(He extends his arms - taking a few steps)</i> See?</center>

<i>He stops and turns to look at him.</i>

<center>BLAKE
<i>(in disbelief)</i>
You asked me to come here to watch you walking on a wall?

TED
<i>(sitting down carefully with one leg to each side)</i>
I asked you to come here to regain our balance. I know it needs more than this, but it's a start. <i>(extending his hand)</i> Come on. Give me your hand.

BLAKE
Ted, this is weird. And besides I never had a good head for heights.

TED
<i>(fixing his eyes)</i>
Trust me.</center>

<i>Hesitantly Blake puts his hand in Ted's and takes deep breath. He tries to climb, holding onto Ted, who pulls him up. It doesn't look very elegantly and Ted's face reddens, but they succeed.</i>

<center>BLAKE
<i>(taking a short look over his shoulder)</i>
It's pretty high up.

TED
Don't look down. <i>(He gets up)</i> Just take one step after the other.</center>

<i>Arms stretched out to his sides, he carefully walks along the wall. As he turns around he's about fifteen steps away.</i>

<center>TED
<i>(indicating him to follow)</i>
Come on.</center>

<i>Blake swallows. Uncertain he takes the first step, then the next, slowly stretching out his arms. As he's managed half of the way, he hesitates and stops.</i>

<center>TED
<i>(encouraging)</i>
You're almost there. Just a few steps.</center>

<i>Close up of Ted's outstretched hand. Wider angle. Blake approaches and grabs Ted's hand.</i>

<center>BLAKE
<i>(smiling)</i>
We did it.

TED
And we didn't fall.</center>

<i>He takes a step in Blake's direction to take him in his arms, but is distracted by two fighting cats, who rustle in the bushes. He loses the balance. Helplessly waving his arms, he topples backwards and disappears behind the wall with a drawn-out 'Aaahh'. Close up of a shocked Blake looking down on us from above.</i>

<center>BLAKE
<i>(with a worried expression on his face)</i>
Ted? Are you okay?

TED'S VOICE
<i>(coming out of the dark - amused)</i>
I'm absolutely fabulous. I fell into a bush of rose hips. Isn't it hilarious? I'm allergic to those. I think my skin's already starting to itch.</center>

<i>They both can't help but laugh. Blake up on the wall, Ted down in the bushes.</i>

CUT TO: EXT. LOFT - STAIRWELL - EVENING
<i>Brian steps out of the elevator. As he opens the door Buster comes running towards him, totally thrilled that he's home. The camera pans over to Justin, who's sitting on the couch. One leg bent on the upholstery, the other one touching the floor. The cover with the disc is lying on the coffee table. Change of angle. Brian approaches, taking off his coat, accompanied by the dog.</i>

<center>BRIAN
<i>(puts the coat over the back of the couch)</i>
Hey.</center>

<i>His hand glides from the back of Justin's head down to his neck. He bends forward and kisses him on the lips. Justin doesn't respond. Irritated, Brian straightens up.</i>

<center>JUSTIN
<i>(frosty)</i>
Hey.

BRIAN
<i>(heading for the bedroom - over his shoulder, loosening his tie)</i>
So, what did you do the whole day? Got stoned with Daphne?

JUSTIN
<i>(gets up from the couch)</i>
I watched a Kinnetik Home Movie. It was very… revealing.</center>

<i>Brian stops on the upper step and turns around.</i>

<center>BRIAN
<i>(with a stern face)</i>
Where did you get it from?

JUSTIN
<i>(comes to stand a few feet away from him - crosses his arms over his chest)</i>
It doesn't matter. Would you mind telling me what this was about? I'm not sure if I got it right.

BRIAN
<i>(shrugs)</i>
I just helped him to get rid of a vermin.

JUSTIN
<i>(tartly)</i>
Where did he have it? In his throat? <i>(with a softer tone)</i> You can't even stand him, right?

BRIAN
<i>(pulling the tie down from his collar)</i>
We had to put our personal differences aside. <i>(Justin raises his brows)</i> Okay. I kissed him. Do you want me to apologize?

JUSTIN
No.

BRIAN
Good, because I'm not sorry.</center>

<i>He's about to turn around and disappear into the bedroom.</i>

<center>JUSTIN
<i>(taking a step forward)</i>
What is it with you and this guy? <i>(Brian's staring at him)</i> What's so special about him? <i>(sounding annoyed and helpless at the same time)</i> Tell me. I'd just like to understand. Why the hell is he that important to you?

BRIAN
<i>(close to shouting)</i>
I don't give a shit about Brandon. I don't care who he fucks as long as it's not you!</center>

<i>They're staring at each other for a second until Brian turns around and angrily stalks further into the room, leaving a stunned Justin behind. The angle changes. We're inside the wardrobe. Brian takes off his shirt, still agitated. In the background we see Justin coming up the stairs. He sits down on the bed, while Brian gets rid of his shoes. He's aware of Justin's presence, but ignores him. Focus on Justin.</i>

<center>JUSTIN
He said -</center>

<i>Flash back to the dance floor of Babylon, Saturday night. Brandon has his hands on Justin's shoulders. He bends forward.</i>

<center>BRANDON
<i>(seductively)</i>
Do you wanna get fucked by a real dick?

JUSTIN
<i>(frowns, then brings his face nearer to Brandon's)</i>
Show me what you've got and I'll tell you.</center>

<i>Back to present. Brian's still standing in the opened door of the wardrobe with his unbuttoned shirt. His jaw tenses.</i>

<center>JUSTIN
He tried to open my pants.</center>

<i>Flash back to the backroom. Brandon is about to open the belt, but Justin grabs his wrist and shakes his head.</i>

<center>BRANDON
<i>(supporting himself with his hands on the wall next to Justin's head)</i>
You're playing hard to get, huh?

JUSTIN
<i>(matter-of-factly)</i>
I do wanna get fucked by a real dick. But not yours.</center>

<i>Brandon raises his brows in surprise, but it doesn't take long until he gets it.</i>

<center>BRANDON
<i>(narrowing his eyes)</i>
This is about Kinney, isn't it? Why do you bother with a guy like him? <i>(with a derisive smile)</i> He's old and he lost his touch. I'm way better than him. I'll give it to you real good.
He grabs his neck and tries to kiss him, but Justin blocks him midway with an angry glare.

JUSTIN
Brian Kinney will never lose his touch. I could worship his cock for the rest of my life and never grow tired of it. <i>(He takes a step forward, Brandon one backwards)</i> Who are you? Wielding your scepter doesn't make you king. And you won't stay young forever. Who's going to suck your dick, when you're forty? Fifty? <i>(pointing at a brunette guy leaning on the wall to his left)</i> Him? <i>(pointing at a blonde, kneeling in front of a gym bunny)</i> Or him? Let's face it. In a few years time nobody around here will even remember your name.

BRANDON
<i>(hissing)</i>
Shut up.

JUSTIN
The truth is hard to bear, huh? I wouldn't let you fu-</center>

<i>His cellphone rings. Back to reality. Brian's standing in front of the bed, looking down at Justin.</i>

<center>BRIAN
<i>(trying to suppress a happy smile)</i>
You turned him down.

JUSTIN
He's not my type. Too green, too much into himself.</center>

<i>Justin opens the button of his jeans and slowly pulls down the zipper. Brian's watching him in silence. Justin gets to his feet and touches his shoulder.</i>

<center>JUSTIN
<i>(slowly taking off Brian's shirt, while he's looking him in the eye)</i>
Assuming that you would do jealousy, what you - of course - don't do, but if you would, I would say calling me that night was one of the most foolish and sweetest things you ever did.

BRIAN
<i>(passes his hand through Justin's hair - with a soft smile)</i>
If I would do jealousy - which I definitely don't - I would probably, under the special circumstances, agree with you. <i>(He gives him a short, sweet kiss - nuzzling Justin's neck with his lips)</i> So, you watched the video?

JUSTIN
<i>(closing his eyes)</i>
Mhmm…

BRIAN
<i>(lifts his head - looking at him innocently)</i>
Do you think the kiss was hot?

JUSTIN
<i>(shrugging)</i>
It wasn't bad, <i>(with a promising smile)</i> but I think we can do better.</center>

<i>Justin's arms glide around Brian's neck, Brian's hands take position on back and shoulder blade. Eyes locked, they start a breathtaking kiss. Lips and tongues seem to melt into each other. Brian grabs Justin's butt, who clings onto him and wraps his legs around his waist. It takes a few second before Brian loses the balance and they fall down on the mattress, still maintaining the kiss.</i>

CUT TO: INT. NOVOTNY/BRUCKNER'S - LIVING ROOM - NIGHT
<i>Focus on the couch. Michael and Ben are asleep. Ben half lies, half sits, while Michael's head is resting on his stomach, moving up and down with every breath he takes. They're illuminated by the flickering light of the TV. The camera slowly pans over to the screen. It's the news. A blue banner is running at the lower part of the screen, saying: Election - Latest News: Proposition 14 defeated with very small majority.</i>

<center>FEMALE NEWSREADER
- that Proposition 14 was defeated with a low majority. People of the GLBT Community are celebrating their victory out on the street. A motorcade is currently rolling through the city. You'll see some life pictures now.</center>

<i>They change to a camera, which is filming various cars rolling down the street. We see two guys leaning out of the sun roof of a red Toyota. The rainbow is painted on their faces, they're holding up a flag. Two dykes on bikes roll by. Change to the living room. The cheering and horn-beeping has woken up Ben, who blinks and wrinkles his brows. He comes into a sitting position. Moaning with displeasure, Michael lifts his head and turns to look at the TV. Music sets in - I'll Be Your Light by Kristine W. More cars pass the screen. Among them we spot a familiar dark green Corvette. Close up of Justin, who's leaning out of the window, holding up a big rainbow flag. The picture turns into the real thing. Justin is really enjoying himself. Change to the other side of the car. Brian's driving, a cigarette in his mouth. He's got one hand on the steering-wheel, the other one on Justin's waistband to prevent him from falling out of the window. Brian smirks.</i>

FADE TO BLACK

<i>Kristine W - I'll be your light

Here
I want you closer
Don't ever let go
I need you to know that I'm here
Don't worry
No sir, you won't see me run
'Cause I'm far from done
I'm gonna give you all the lovin' your heart needs
When you're standing on the edge I'll reach out so you can see

And I'll be your light
I'm shining in the darkest night
I'll take you to a higher place burnin' so bright
And I'll be the song that moves you when all hope is gone
I'll give you strength to carry on
I'm burnin' so bright
I'll be your light

I'll be your light (repeat)

Yes
If the clouds come to cover your sky
Just know that I will stand by
I'll be there
Yes through the hardest of times
Just seek and you will find
That when the world turns cold and almost grey
I can be the one to hold you and show you the way

And I'll be your light…

Directed by CleverDevil
Story by CleverDevil

Developed by Ron Cowen & Daniel Lipman
Based on the British Series Created by Russell T Davies

Starring (in alphabetical order)

Robert Gant
Randy Harrison
Gale Harold
Scott Lovell
Peter Paige
Hal Sparks
and Sharon Gless as Debbie

Guest Starring

Harris Allan
Dean Armstrong
Stephanie Moore
Peter Mc Neill
Makyla Smith

Executive Story Editor
galefan4ever

Music Supervision
CleverDevil

Additional Cast (in order of appearance)

Brandon -  Ryan Scott Greene
Brett Keller - Mike Shara</i>
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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:
I hope you didn't get B/J's little fight wrong. It wasn't about tricking itself. Justin was just angry because Brian interrupted in the most inopportune moment. He was about to put Brandon in his place and Brian's interference ruined his performance, so Brandon got the upper hand. Well, fortunately Justin found away to win this match in the end :).

Proposition 14: I know it might not be realistic to let Proposition 14 fail in the election, because there are still a lot of ignorant and intolerant people out there. But this is fiction, portraying it the way it should be.

The idea for the motorcade was born during the Soccer World Championships in 2006. Seeing the people driving around like crazy, flagging and celebrating a victory which wasn't even theirs (Okay, I admit I'm absolutely not interested in soccer and that's probably the reason I couldn't understand their behaviour) made me think it would be good idea to celebrate something that really matters.

<b>The first seven eps are done and I’d like to thank all my reviewers – no matter if official or unofficial – for their feedback and especially my beta galefan4ever. Thanks, Jess. I really enjoy working with you *hugs*.</b>

<center><b>TRAILER EPISODE 6.08</b></center>

<i>Music - Exhale slowly by Bootsy Mc Queen</i>

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Ted and Emmett are standing at the gallery of Babylon. It's Leather Ball 2005. Ted points at a tall, blond guy, who's wearing leather pants and straps around his upper arms: "Hey, isn't that your northern Adonis?” Emmett turns to look. "Jannis?" "Is there more than one Swedish guy you've been dating for the last two month?"

Toronto, Canada. Mel and Lindz are standing at the doorstep of Gus' room, watching father and son. Brian is leaning with his back against a bedpost, while Gus rests his head against Brian's chest. Brian opens a book and starts to read. Lindsay with a worried look at Gus: "He's sensing that Brian's going to leave tomorrow."

New York: Justin is sitting on the bed, talking to someone on the phone. "Mom? What's wrong?" Change to Jenn in Pittsburgh. Jenn, desperate: "Molly is gone. I called practically everyone. The school, her friends, the neighbors. The police said they have to wait forty-eight hours before they can start looking for her. I can't just sit around and wait. I'm going out of my mind."

Ted's condo. Blake and Ted are having breakfast. Ted: "Do you remember last week when I told you that my aunt Annie died?" "Yes. Your mother's sister, the one with the farm out in the country." Ted: "She left it to me." Blake raises his brows. "What?" Ted: "The farm."

A cab is waiting in front of Michael's and Ben's house. Hunter is standing on the doorstep, while Michael is giving him some instructions. "In a case of an emergency call mom and Carl, okay?" Change to the cab, disappearing around the corner. Hunter takes out his cell with a satisfied smile. "Hey, it's me. They've just left. The house is officially parental free zone - No, they don't have the slightest idea."

Brian is on his cell, talking to his mother. Joan: "I'm just calling you because your sister asked me to. Claire's in hospital." Brian: "I knew she would end up on the psychiatric ward one day."

New York, Central Park. Justin is talking to Moira, his artist friend. Moira: "There's something on your mind." Justin: "It's about the house. Brian's got an offer to sell it."

Emmett and Ted are sitting in Ted's car. Emmett: "I can't believe it. I've been dating him for about two month and I've never noticed there was something wrong with him." Ted: "If he's indeed mentally ill, you should get rid of him as soon as possible unless you want to wake up one day and find yourself murdered."

Kinnetik. Cynthia and Brian are standing in front of Brian's office. Cynthia: "You've got a visitor."

Debbie's on the phone, talking to Hunter. In the background we hear music and people shouting. Hunter: "I've got a problem." Debbie: "Hunter? The noise is so loud, I can barely understand you, honey." Hunter: "Things got a bit outta control."

Claire is lying in a hospital bed, Brian is standing next to it. Claire: "We haven't talked in ages." Brian: "Maybe it's because we didn't have anything to say to each other after you had me arrested."

Emmett and Ted are inside a barn. Ted is about to open a door next to a tractor. Emmett, nervously: "But it says: 'Don't open'. There's probably a reason for it." Ted, opening the door - in a carefree manner: "It doesn't say 'High Voltage', does it?" We hear an deep, ominous grunting noise, coming out of the darkness.

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