QUEER AS FOLK EPISODE 6.09 – DIRTY LITTLE SECRETS Original Posting date: 07-27-07 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: TORONTO, CANADA - MEL'S AND LINDZ' PLACE - HALLWAY The camera moves close to the ground. The outlines of our surroundings are slightly blurred and paler than usual. We pass the staircase and enter the kitchen, accompanied by an electronic buzzing sound. We turn around the corner of a cupboard, almost hit a garbage can and skid to a halt. The camera searches the floor, zooms up to a pair of feet and slowly shifts upwards. Mel comes into view. Change to the standard camera with its normal angle.
MEL (looking at someone opposite her) Would you please calm down.
The camera widens up and we see Lindsay, standing in front of the counter and preparing a fruit salad. She lifts up a knife and turns to look at Mel.
LINDSAY (agitated) I can't believe you forgot to buy the grapes!
Melanie takes a step backwards to get into a safe distance from the knife.
LINDSAY They were on the list! Right below the apples. MEL (carefully reaching for the knife - soothing) I'm awfully sorry, but I'm sure the dessert will be a success nevertheless.
She manages to take the knife from Lindsay, who leans against the countertop and hangs her head.
LINDSAY (gloomily) It's going to be a disaster. I can feel it. MEL (puts the knife aside) Don't you think you're overreacting? (pointing at the bowl with the sliced fruits) It's a fucking fruit salad. LINDSAY (looking at her) I'm talking about the party. MEL Honey, it's just a barbeque with the neighbors and a couple of our friends. Not a formal reception. LINDSAY (passes her hand through her hair - tensed) It was a bad idea. Why didn't you talk me out of it? MEL (touches her shoulder - with a reassuring smile) If we didn't scare them off until now, there's no way this barbeque could make things worse. You'll see, every –
She notices something behind the garbage can. It's a radio controlled toy car, a black Ferrari to be exact, with a mini camera on the hood.
MEL (frowning at it) They're spying on us again.
As she approaches with an angry glare, the car goes backwards. The moment she reaches for it, it speeds forward, escapes her grip and dashes around the kitchen table with breakneck speed.
LINDSAY (shouting in the direction of the hallway) Brian! Get this damned thing out of here!
Mel is still chasing the car, when Jenny Rebecca starts crying upstairs.
MEL (pissed) Great, now she's awake. Thanks a fucking lot.
Change to the mini-camera perspective. We're under the kitchen table. Mel's feet walk out of the picture, but now Lindsay goes on the attack. As she gets on all fours and stretches forth her hand, the camera starts moving again. We pass a stair leg and are out in the open with focus on the hallway. Suddenly Buster appears in front of us. Back to the standard camera. Excitedly, the dog's jumping around the car and is playfully snapping at it. Somebody whistles. Immediately Buster lets the toy be and we follow him into the living room. Brian is sitting on the floor with his back against the couch, Gus between his legs. He's holding a remote control with a small monitor and lets Gus handle the control sticks with a bit of hidden support. Buster approaches, wagging his tail a usual. Brian pats his head and the dog lies down next to him.
GUS (pushing the right stick) It's stuck. BRIAN Try backwards. GUS (in a slightly wailing tone) It's not working. (Brian bends a bit forward to take a closer look at the screen. Gus points at Buster) He broke it! (He scrambles to his feet, almost hitting Brian's chin as he gets up to take position in front of the dog. Gus puts his hands on his hips) I think it's time for you to go to your room and think about what you've done, young man.
At first Brian's stunned, then can't help but laugh. Buster gets up and tries to lick Gus' face. The boy giggles and tries to repulse him.
GUS (laughing) Stop it! Stop it! BRIAN (snipping his fingers and pointing at the floor) Buster.
As the dog lies down again, the screen of the remote control catches Gus's eye.
GUS Look daddy, it's moving again.
Close up of the screen of the mini-camera. The car is obviously dangling in the air and suddenly father and son appear on screen. Change of angle, focus still on Brian and Gus. They're slowly lifting their heads to look at Lindsay, who's standing in front of them and lowers the car with an angry expression on her face.
LINDSAY (addressing Brian) I told you I don't want this thing driving around the house today. GUS (wrinkling his brows) Why are you mad? (His bottom lip starts to tremble) We didn't break anything. (He screws up his face and turns around. With a tearful voice) Daddy…
As he throws his arms around his father's neck, Brian takes him in his arms and glares at Lindsay.
BRIAN (giving her a reproachful look) Is this your way of child rearing? Making him cry? LINDSAY (frowning at him) It's not my fault. (She lifts the car) Why did you let him play with it after I said no? BRIAN Just because you won't have any fun today, doesn't mean we can't.
Gus sobs loudly. Lindsay heaves a stressed-out sigh, presses her fingers against her forehead and passes her hand through her hair.
LINDSAY (giving in) Lucky for you I'm too busy to fight about this one. (She thrusts the toy car into Brian's free hand. Giving him a glare) Stay out of the kitchen.
She turns around and walks out of the room, cursing Brian under her breath. Brian's looking after her with a devilish smirk.
BRIAN (stroking Gus' hair) You can stop. She's gone. GUS (straightens up, puts hands on Brian's shoulders and looks at his father expectantly) Did I do good? BRIAN Perfect. (Gus beams at him) You'll probably become an actor one day. Just don't pull it too often or they will see through it. GUS (nods) 'kay. BRIAN All right. (He puts the car on the floor) Let's get this thing in gear then.
Brian brings the Ferrari into the starting position, while Gus reaches for the remote control. The doorbell rings. Quick flash through the hallway, up to the front door. Mel's descending down the stairs, carrying Jenny Rebecca in her arms. Buster comes running through the hallway, stops at the door and barks excitedly.
MEL (shouting) One moment. (to Buster) Stop it! (She reaches the basement and almost stumbles over Gus' car, which is driving around the hallway again. Glaring at the camera) Go away. (addressing Buster) You too.
Melanie manages to push the dog aside with her leg, so she's able to open the door. Within a second Buster shoots outside and greets a smiling Sunshine. Justin is standing on the doorstep, holding a duffle bag in his hand. He's wearing his white leather jacket and seems to be pleased by the tumultuous welcome.
JUSTIN (smiling) Hey, Mel. MEL Justin, hey. (She stretches forth her free arm, pulls him in a hearty embrace and kisses him on the cheek) How are you? JUSTIN I'm fine. (He turns to look at JR and touches her shoulder) Hello, Sweetie. JENNY (puts her index finger in her mouth - a bit shyly) Hi. JUSTIN (to Mel) It's amazing. I saw her about two months ago and it seems like she grew at least an inch. MEL (adjusting the girl on her hip) Yeah, and she gained a few pounds. I'm glad that her walking skills have improved so I don't have to carry her around all the time.
Quick steps are approaching and Gus joins the reception committee.
JUSTIN Hey, Gus. GUS (grabs Justin's hand - looking up at him) Daddy brought me a car. Do you wanna see? MEL (to Gus) What do we say if we meet somebody?
He gives her a quick, sidelong glance, which gives away that he's annoyed by her interference.
GUS (obedient) Hello, Justin. (He quickly changes to more important things than polite greetings) It's a Ferrari. Come, I'll show it you. JUSTIN I'd love to see it. I just have to get my things inside, okay?
Gus nods and vanishes inside, followed by Buster. Justin enters the hallway and puts his duffel bag on the floor.
MEL (closing the door) He's full of vim today. He was barely able to sit still during breakfast.
She puts Jenny down, while Justin takes off his jacket.
MEL Could you take her so I can take your things upstairs? JUSTIN (handing her his jacket) Sure.
He takes the little girl by both her hands. She needs a moment to regain her balance and as her stand's stable again, she looks up at Justin with a happy smile.
MEL (with a motion of her head) Your worse half is in the living room, doing what he's best at. Being a pain in the ass. JUSTIN (matter-of-factly) I wouldn't mind if that ass would be mine.
Mel rolls her eyes, picks up his bag and walks out of the picture, while Justin leads JR through the hallway into the living room. Brian is still sitting on the floor, while Gus is kneeling in front of him and handling the remote control, causing the car to spin around itself.
BRIAN Easy, Sonny boy. Don't be rough. (He cups Gus' fingers and gently guides their movement) Just move the stick a bit to the right. (The car rolls forward) See? JUSTIN (approaching them) You already bought him a car? Shouldn't he get his driver's license first? BRIAN (lets Gus take over the control pad again and looks up. Smiling) I thought it wouldn't do any harm if we start practicing early. I doubt that his mothers will teach him the proper handling of a joystick.
Justin crouches next to Brian, letting go one of Jenny's hands to touch Brian's shoulder. Jenny struggles a bit to keep up the balance so she grabs the next best thing - Brian's knee - to support herself.
JUSTIN (softly) Hey.
He bends forward and kisses Brian gently on the lips. Gus lifts his head and looks at them.
BRIAN (licks his lips as if enjoying the familiar taste) Hey. How was your flight? JUSTIN (comes to sit on his knees - holding one hand against JR's back to prevent her from falling) I fell asleep on the plane. Now I feel a little bit stiff. BRIAN (grimacing) Try spending five hours on the road and you know what torture is. (smirking) Got harder with every mile. JUSTIN Well, you could have given Buster to a dog sitter and take a plane instead of driving. BRIAN (with a slight shake of his head) Those people are weird and I don't want to pay for a fucking dog therapist if he ends up being traumatized. GUS (bored by the 'adult' conversation) Can we show Justin the car? (with puppy eyes) Please.
Just as Brian turns to look at his son, Jenny leans over Brian's knee and tries to grab the remote control.
JENNY Have.
Immediately Gus takes it out of her reach and presses it against his chest.
GUS (wrinkling his brows - strict) No.
His sister screws up her face and starts bawling. That's too much for Buster. He gets up and flees out of the room.
BRIAN (annoyed) Great. JUSTIN (takes the crying girl in his arms) Gus, she just wanted to take a look at it. GUS (defiant) She'll break it (screwing up his face in disgust) and she slobbers. MEL (enters the room - with a concerned look at her child) Is everything all right? BRIAN Perfect timing. (He scrambles to his feet, takes the still crying JR from Justin and hands her to Mel) Switch off the alarm, please. MEL (takes her child - frowning at Brian) Lindsay would like to see the two of you in the kitchen.
Justin looks at Brian and shrugs. As they leave the room, Gus prepares to follow them but Mel puts her hand on his shoulder and holds him back.
MEL Only the big children.
He's looking at her as if he's considering to play the crying-card. The camera moves quickly through the hallway to Brian and Justin, entering the kitchen. Lindsay is preparing the meat for the grill. She looks up from her work.
BRIAN Didn't you say I should stay out of the kitchen?
He fishes a strawberry out of the bowl with Lindsay's fruit salad, but before he's able to stuff it in his mouth she gives him a slap on the back of his hand.
JUSTIN Hey, Lindsay. LINDSAY (smiling at him) Justin. (She puts the knife aside and gives him a hug, concerned not to touch him with her dirty fingers) I'm glad you could make it. JUSTIN I wouldn't want to miss it. BRIAN (leans against the counter and crosses his arms over his chest) What's the reason for summoning us here? LINDSAY (lets Justin go, who settles next to Brian) I have a special request. I'm aware of the fact that you haven't seen each other for about four weeks. Knowing your distinctive sex-drive, I assume you can barely think about anything else but celebrating your reunion. BRIAN (annoyed) In common words please. LINDSAY I just want you to abstain from sex for this one afternoon. No fucking until the guests are gone. JUSTIN (in a serious tone) Lindz, we're able to think about something else than just having sex. BRIAN (turns to look at him) Are we? JUSTIN (gently digs Brian in the ribs without looking at him) Don't worry. We'll behave. BRIAN Well, it's going to be hard. Very hard.
He touches Justin's hip and lets his hand slide towards his crotch, what earns him another slap on the fingers - this time coming from Justin.
LINDSAY (addressing Brian) I want you to promise. BRIAN I swear by my mother's grave. MEL (enters the room with JR who has calmed down) Your mother's not dead, Brian. BRIAN (shrugs) Someday she will be.
Buster starts barking in the hallway just before the doorbell rings. Mel turns around and leaves the room to answer the door. Lindsay takes a step in Brian's direction and poked her index finger against his chest.
LINDSAY Just for your information, blowjobs count too. BRIAN (narrowing his eyes) Always paying attention to the small print. Let me guess, you're married to a lawyer. LINDSAY (with a fake smile) Well, better not be in breach of the contract. You know how it feels like when I've got you by the balls.
She pinches his skin through the fabric of his grey shirt, which causes Brian to flinch a little. Satisfied she leaves the kitchen. Brian pokes out his tongue at her, Justin laughs. Voices rise in the hallway.
BRIAN (rubbing his aching skin - gloomily) Sounds like the rest of the Brady Bunch has just arrived. (He turns to Justin - letting his fingers run down from his chest down to his navel while looking him in the eyes) Do you think we have enough time for a quickie? JUSTIN (half frowning, half smiling) Since when do you break your promises? BRIAN (with a sly, predatory look in his eyes) That wasn't a promise. More a declaration of intent.
Before Justin is able to object, Brian grabs his waistband and pulls him close. Justin doesn't seem to be so eager to stick to the promise anymore as Brian parts his lips and their tongues meet. He puts his hands around Brian's neck and simply enjoys the sensation of the ravenous kiss. The camera circles around them one time then enters the hallway to join the big hello. The whole gang arrived. Debbie and Carl, Emmett, Blake and Ted, Ben, Michael and Hunter. Obviously they all plan on staying to the next day since they brought some light luggage. Gus and Buster are bustling around them, absolutely thrilled by the arrival of so many guests.
LINDSAY (holding a bouquet of flowers in her hand - obviously a present for the hostesses) How was your trip? MICHAEL (holding JR in his arms) Ma almost had a fight with the security guard. DEBBIE (puts her hands on her hips) He had no manners. You don't ask a lady to take off her wig. What was he thinking? That I hid little nuclear bombs under it? BEN (dryly) Well, Deb, you can't deny you had some sort of an explosion.
The camera moves to the left. Mel is talking to Ted and Blake.
MEL (in a low voice - glancing at Emmett) I thought Emmett would bring his new boyfriend. TED (shrugs) Didn't work out. They broke up two weeks ago. The evil twin was more than this relationship could handle.
The camera sways to the right, over to Hunter who hands Lindsay a lunch packet from the diner. From the look on his face you can tell he's not exactly thrilled to be part of the gathering.
LINDSAY (with sympathy) Did they knock you out and stuff you in the trunk of the taxi to get you here? HUNTER (glaring at Michael and Ben) They said I had to stay with Monty and Elijah if I'd refuse to come here. BEN (puts his arm around Hunter's shoulders and gives Lindsay a broad smile) We just emphasized the importance of occasional attendance at family parties.
Lindsay laughs. Her gaze shifts in the direction of the kitchen and she suddenly seems to realize that a certain couple is missing. She bends down to Gus who's standing next to her and whispers something in his ear. The boy nods, takes Buster by his collar and leads him away from the group. Change of angle. Gus and Buster enter the kitchen.
GUS (lets go off the dog - cheerful) Mommy says have to stop talking and come say hello.
The camera pans over to Brian and Justin, who break their kiss and turn to look at Gus. Buster, free again, returns to the hallway. He seems to know it's not the right time to disturb when Brian's 'busy'.
BRIAN (one hand still on Justin's neck) This woman has to butt in every important conversation. GUS I know you weren't talking. BRIAN (puts one hand on his hip, the other on the counter) What were we doing then? GUS (grinning) Smooooching.
He screws up his face in such a funny manner, that Brian and Justin can't help but laugh.
BRIAN (approaching his son) You wanna get smooched too?
Giggling, Gus retreats and shakes his head. Brian leaps forward, grabs the laughing boy and puts him over his shoulder.
BRIAN (gives Gus a slap on the butt - to Justin) Let's go then before Mrs. Chaperon makes a personal appearance. GUS (with outstretched hands - looking at Justin) Sa-have me - hi hi.
Amused, Justin follows them out of the kitchen. CUT TO: BACKYARD - DAY We see Gus and two blond boys his age chasing each other around a tree. They pass a long table with wooden benches on each side, where some adults already took a seat. As they run past the grill, the camera focuses on Melanie and Ted. Mel is holding a pair of tongs in her hand to turn over the meat. Ted's drinking some light beer.
MEL (addressing the kids) Boys, stay away from the fire. Play over there.
The kids are barely listening. They're too busy with laughing and racing across the lawn.
MEL (shaking her head) At least he will be dead tired and immediately fall asleep tonight. TED (watching Gus - pensive) He's looking more and more like Brian (catching the sour expression on Mel's face) Sorry… So, er… these are your neighbors, huh?
Mel points at a couple in their forties, which is standing next to the terrace, talking to Carl and Debbie. The woman has got long, blond hair, while her husband's brown hair's already turning grey.
MEL Christina and Richard Fisher. They're the parents of the twins. (points with her tongs to the right) Their daughter Sharon. (the camera pans over to a blond, good-looking teenage girl, who's leaning against a tree and is obviously checking out the guys) Rumor has it she's a Lolita. TED (surprised) Since when do you listen to gossip? MEL (shrugs) I tried to avoid it but it's almost impossible around here. People force all the information on you, no matter if you're gardening or taking out the garbage. TED I guess Emmett would be more than comfortable here. MEL (laughs - pointing at handsome, brunette man in his late thirties) You see the guy over there? That's Reverend Johnson. Very popular with the female part of the parish. (Next to him are Emmett and two women. One has curly, blond hair, the other one's is black and cropped) And the girls Emmett is talking to are Lena and Chantal, a lesbian couple we met at the local center. They have two girls from Lena's first marriage. TED (looking over to Blake) Hmm… MEL We also invited E.T. and Spongebob Squarepants. TED (absent minded) Oh, that's nice. MEL (sounding a bit worried) What's wrong, Ted? TED (turns to look at her) What? Erm… Nothing. MEL C'mon, you weren't listening at all. What are you worrying about? TED (sighs) It's because of Blake. Well, I told you about the farm. I'm currently trying to sell it and I thought I could use the money to buy a house. MEL You want to move in together? (delighted) Oh, that's great, Teddy. TED (gloomily) No, it's not. I didn't ask him yet. MEL Why not? TED (looks down at the beer bottle) Because I'm afraid he might turn me down. (He lifts his head) You see, we've been through a really tough time and things finally settled down a bit. I just don't want to screw it up. MEL (puts her hand on his shoulder) He loves you, Ted and you love him. It's plain to see that the two of you belong together. You're probably just afraid to take the next step. TED (not entirely convinced) Maybe. I just know that I have this very unpleasant feeling in my gut.
The camera focuses on Blake, who's obviously having an animated conversation with Ben, then pans over to Michael and the lesbian couple from the center.
LENA (the blonde) I know what that feels like. I lost my job last year and it wasn't easy to get a new one. MICHAEL Ben's currently giving a few lessons at one of the local high schools but he doesn't earn nearly enough money to live on. (sighing) I have no idea how we're supposed to pay for our son's college. CHANTAL Didn't you say your business was profitable? MICHAEL (unhappy) Yes, but it's just a small shop and there's not just the daily costs but also the mortgage for the house to consider. LENA (giving Michael a sympathetic look) I'm glad I could keep the house after the divorce. I can imagine how- CHANTAL (spots someone. Taking Lena by the arm) He's coming… (to Michael) Erm… Would you excuse us for a moment?
Michael looks after them, wrinkling his brows. As he turns around, the reverend steps next to him.
REV. JOHNSON (with a weird smile) I just noticed I haven't introduced myself. I'm the Good Shepherd of this respectable parish. (holding out his hand to Michael) Reverend Ian Johnson. MICHAEL (briefly shaking his hand) Michael Novotny-Bruckner. REV. JOHNSON (maintaining his smile - it seems to be glued to his face) It's a pleasure to meet you. I saw you talking to the girls and I wondered which team you are playing for. MICHAEL (not quite sure about the meaning of the question) I'm catholic. REV. JOHNSON (nods) Really? Well, I always admired the concept. Just go to confession, do penance and you're forgiven. (with a meaningful look at the girls, who are watching them from a safe distance) Anyway, being a protestant has some other advantages. (giving Michael a piercing look) Forgive me my curiosity but I was wondering is there a Mrs. Novotny? MICHAEL (pointing at Debbie, who is standing next to Mel to get a steak) Over there (the reverend raises a brow), but if you were asking for my partner (pointing at Ben, who's laughing at something Blake had said) that would be him. REV. JOHNSON (looses his annoying smile for a split second) Oh. Well, erm… The two of you are… MICHAEL (proudly) Married. Yes. For more than a year now. REV. JOHNSON (already back to his smiling self) Hah, marriage. Such a wonderful way to commit one's feelings for another person. The promise of eternal devotion and faithfulness. MICHAEL (trying to sound casual) What if you would bend this promise a bit? REV. JOHNSON (lenient, like he's talking to a child) You can't bend a promise. MICHAEL All right. What if you break it? REV. JOHNSON (finally realizing what Michael's getting at) Oh, I see. Someone has been unfaithful, am I right? (amused) I know the guilty face. MICHAEL (annoyed) It was just once. And believe me, I wish it never would have happened. REV. JOHNSON (matter-of-factly) Adultery is a sin. MICHAEL (getting impatient) I guess that makes me a sinner then. Any holy recommendations? REV. JOHNSON (shrugging) Well, honesty is always a good choice. Not very popular nowadays but a virtue. MICHAEL I'm afraid it's a little late for that. REV. JOHNSON (theatrical) You should consider it otherwise all those dirty little secrets will come to the surface one day and swallow you whole. MICHAEL (wrinkling his brows) I thought of something less dramatic. REV. JOHNSON Always going for the easy solution, huh? (He laughs) That's the beauty of being catholic. Just repent of your sins and God will forgive you. MICHAEL I'm not exactly worried what God may think. I'm more concerned about my husband. REV. JOHNSON You are hard to please. MICHAEL (dryly) I wouldn't say that. REV. JOHNSON (pats him on the back - cheerful) Well, since I obviously can't solve your problem I think I'll go and get a succulent steak. Excuse me.
Michael watches him trotting over to the grill, shaking his head. Just a few seconds later the girls join him again.
LENA (a bit guilt-ridden) Sorry for leaving like that, but we weren't in the mood to listen to his complaints about us not going to church last Sunday. CHANTAL (sighs) Oh, he can be a real pain in the neck. I hope he wasn't too tedious. MICHAEL He sounded a bit like an insurance agent. LENA As far as I know he sold second-handed cars before he became a clergy man. Did he offer you something interesting? MICHAEL (looking over to Ben) Just the standard models. Nothing I was looking for.
The camera focuses on Ben, who's still talking to Blake. In the background we see Brian, who's leaning against the trunk of an oak. The camera zooms up in a quick flash. Brian is smoking a cigarette and watching Justin, who's playing hide and seek with the boys. Suddenly someone approaches from the left and takes the cigarette out of his hand. It's Sharon, the blond Lolita. She takes a drag and gives the cigarette back along with a flirtatious look. Brian raises his brows in a mixture of annoyance and amusement.
SHARON (exhales the smoke - smiling) I saw you standing here all by yourself so I thought I should keep you company. BRIAN (in a mocking tone) Now isn't that sweet? I assume you're the girl who does the shopping for the old geezers in the neighborhood, takes their dogs for a walk and mows the lawn. SHARON (with a seductive smile) I'm always willing to help and (looking at his crotch) I'd love to lend you a hand. BRIAN (presses the glowing cigarette against the bark) Just keep on talking and the problem will sort itself out.
Gus comes running towards them and hides himself behind the tree. He looks at Brian and Sharon and puts his finger on his mouth.
SHARON (frowning at the boy) Why don't you go and play somewhere else. BRIAN (getting angry by her tone) I have a better idea. Why don't you? SHARON But… BRIAN (barking at her) What? Do you need it in writing? Beat it!
Pouting, Sharon stalks out of the picture. Brian glares after her but his face lightens up as he spots Justin, who's approaching him with a smile. Brian supports himself by leaning his elbow against the trunk, so he's covering Gus.
JUSTIN (stops in front of Brian) You haven't seen your son by any chance? BRIAN No.
Gus giggles, but Justin pretends he hasn't heard him.
JUSTIN That's a pity. I don't know where to look for him anymore.
Gus pokes his head around Brian's leg.
GUS Catch me!
Laughing, he darts away and Justin is about to pursue him but Brian grabs him from behind without missing the chance to press his crotch against Justin's butt. Grinning, Justin half-heartedly tries to free himself from Brian.
JUSTIN (manages to turn around and face him) You simply can't refrain from trying it, can you? BRIAN (with an innocent look on his face) I can't help it. Ever since the munchers said I shouldn't fuck you I can't think about anything else. (Justin puts his hands around Brian's neck and gives him a look of faked sympathy) Besides, my dick missed you. A lot.
Of course Justin gets the real meaning of his words, which earns Brian a Sunshine smile.
JUSTIN (lets him go and straightens up) Let's try to control ourselves, okay? We've got all night. BRIAN (grabs Justin's waits with both hands, bends forward and nuzzles his neck) I can't wait that long. I'm going to explode. LINDSAY (shouting from a distance) Justin! (They turns around. Lindsay's approaching them. Addressing Justin) Would you please get some coal for the grill? (pointing at the right side of the house) The sacs are lying just around the corner. JUSTIN Sure. (whispering to Brian) Be patient.
Brian and Lindsay are watching him leave, then turn to face each other.
BRIAN (vitriolic) Nice going. LINDSAY I have two words for you. Scrambled. Eggs. BRIAN Fuck. You.
They glare at each other for two seconds then walk in opposite directions. The camera follows Lindsay. She steps next to Mel, who has just put new steaks onto the grill.
MEL (with a glimpse in Brian's direction) Everything under control, baby? LINDSAY (belligerent) He roared when I pulled his tail but if he fucks this up I'm going to turn him into a meowing pussy. (Mel raises her brows) What?! MEL (shrugs) Maybe you should try to relax a bit and enjoy the party, hmm? LINDSAY (takes a deep breath) Yeah, I guess you're right.
She kisses her on the cheek and walks towards the table.
MEL (whispering to herself) And avoid too much sugar.
Change to Lindsay. She takes a seat next to Richard, who's eating a steak and gives her a smile. Her gaze shifts searching over the backyard, scanning the party guest. Frowning, she turns her head in the direction of the house. Quick flash towards it, around the corner, up to Justin. He bends down to pick up a sack with barbeque coal. Two arms clasp him from behind. The camera widens up. It's Brian. He takes hold of Justin's hips and presses his crotch against his butt.
BRIAN Don't move. You're in the perfect position.
Justin straightens up and turns around.
JUSTIN Brian, what are you doin'? BRIAN (puts his arms around him) I'm stalking you.
He lets his right hand slip and gripes Justin's butt cheek, while he's kissing him. Justin closes his eyes for a moment and takes a deep breath.
JUSTIN (freeing himself from Brian) I'm really flattered, but didn't we just agree it's out of question? BRIAN (links his thumbs in the pockets of his jeans - ironic) Oh, right. I almost forgot. JUSTIN Well, since you're already here you can help me with the coal. (He turns his attention back to the sack) We can take two sacks and-
He doesn't get any further because Brian grabs his shoulder, presses him against the house wall and attacks his throat with lips and teeth, while pinning his wrists against the bricks.
JUSTIN (with weak resistance) Brian. We promised. BRIAN (lifts up his head and looks him in the eye) Fuck the promise. I'm horny. JUSTIN (feeling Brian's boner pressing against his thigh) Yeah, there's no doubt about that. What if somebody sees us? BRIAN I don't give a shit. JUSTIN What if Lindsay-
Brian lets his hands go, grabs his neck and shuts him up by claiming his lips with a ravenous kiss. That's enough to break Justin's resistance. He clasps his arms around him and pulls him close. Their tongues intertwine, their breathing increases. Brian's hand slips down to Justin's dick and starts rubbing it through the fabric of his jeans.
BRIAN (hoarsely) Turn around.
Justin obeys. Facing the wall he quickly starts to unbutton his jeans, while Brian takes out a condom and rips open the wrapping with his teeth. He has just unbuckled his belt and Justin's pants are already half-way down his butt, when suddenly somebody clears his throat. They turn to look at the unwelcome guest at the same instant. It's Richard.
RICHARD (sheepishly) Erm… I didn't mean to interrupt, but Lindsay said you might need help.
Brian presses his head against Justin's neck and sighs.
BRIAN (lifts his head to glare at Richard) We have everything under control, thanks. RICHARD (barely seems to know where to look) I'm awfully sorry. I had no idea. It's probably better if I go now. JUSTIN (hastily) No! Wait. (He pulls up his pants and closes zipper and button) I'll come with you. BRIAN (bars his way by putting his hand against the wall - in a low voice) You were supposed to come with me. JUSTIN (whispering) Later.
He gives Brian a quick peck on the lips and turn to look at Richard, who has approached them, hands in his pockets with a look of insecurity in his eyes. Somehow he bears a slight resemblance to a curious puppy. Grouchy, Brian pulls up his pants and zips up.
RICHARD You are the two with a long-distance relationship, right? You probably missed each other a lot the way you were… (Brian gives him an annoyed look) you know. I… erm… I know how it feels like to have, you know… no means for release for a longer period of time. My wife's got a migraine. For three month. BRIAN (snorts) Thank God for making me gay. RICHARD (seems to feel uncomfortable) When was the last time you…? JUSTIN Four weeks ago. RICHARD Four weeks? (He swallows) The way you were… I thought…. How often do you normally… do it?
Brian leans against the wall, totally pissed and Richard's stammering doesn't help to improve the situation. He crosses his arms over his chest.
JUSTIN (shrugging) Well, that depends. RICHARD On what? JUSTIN If it's a working day or the weekend. Just the two of us or do you count others in? Including blowjobs or only the fucking? (Richard's looking at him open-mouthed) Let's just say two to three times. Average. RICHARD A week? JUSTIN (matter-of-factly) A day. (Richard glances from one to the other in disbelief. He's looking so dump, Brian's actually close to smiling) Okay, I think it's time to go. (addressing Brian) Maybe you should wait a minute so Lindsay won't suspect anything. BRIAN (gritting his teeth) I'll have to wait longer than a minute. My dick's so hard I wouldn't be able to sit down anyway. JUSTIN (smiling) Just look on the bright side. I'll never get a migraine. (to Richard) Let's go.
Brian looks after them until they turn around the corner. He heaves a deep, frustrated sigh. His hand glides in the pocket of his jeans and he takes out a pack of cigarettes. As he's about to light one, a hand suddenly touches his shoulder. He turns to look at the intruder and the expression on his face turns to annoyance. It's Sharon again.
BRIAN (barking) Stop sneaking up on me for fuck's sake. It's annoying as hell. SHARON (putting on a hurt face) Why are you so cold? I'm just trying to be nice. BRIAN (tries to stay calm) Listen, Barbie. I'm not Ken. I'm not one of those poster boys you pin on your walls, okay? I'm not straight. SHARON (hopeful) Bisexual then? BRIAN I don't do things by half-measures. (Narrowing his eyes) Find someone else to play with. I'm not interested.
He stuffs the cigarette back in the pack and leaves her behind. She leans against the wall, crosses her arms over her chest and watches him go with a sulking look. CUT TO: BACKYARD - TABLE Debbie and Carl are sitting on the bench next to each other opposite to a wiry, middle-aged man with cropped, brunette hair. He has just finished his plate and fixes his eyes on Debbie.
COLONEL BAXTER So, you're the grandmother of little Jenny? DEBBIE (pointing at her chest) You're looking at Pittsburgh's proudest granny. COLONEL BAXTER (giving her a charming smile) And also the most attractive one. CARL (cutting in before Debbie can answer) Are you married, Mr. …erm… COLONEL BAXTER (immediately puffing himself up) Baxter. Colonel Baxter and yes, I was married until my wife left me. DEBBIE (with a bit more sympathy than necessary) Oh, I'm sorry. When did that happen? COLONEL BAXTE (fixing Debbie with his eyes) Six month ago. (theatrical) I've learned to deal with it but I still miss her. CARL (frowning at him) Colonel? In the Marines Corps? COLONEL BAXTER Army. I had to leave the service after the accident. Lost my leg, you know. DEBBIE (sympathetic) How did that happen? COLONEL BAXTER (with an excessively moaning undertone) Some drunken idiot ran me over with his car as I crossed the street (pointing at a strong plastic stick) and now I'm forced to walk with a stick for the rest of my life. CARL (with a faked smile) Why don't you take it and get yourself another steak. The cow can't run away anymore. DEBBIE (reprimanding) Carl. COLONEL BAXTER (slowly getting up form the bench) Don't worry, I'm used to people making fun of me. I'm the pitiful clown who wasn't able to keep his wife from leaving but it wasn't my fault. (Suddenly getting bitter and angry) I know who's responsible for that. I know.
He leaves, still disgruntled, supporting himself on his stick.
DEBBIE (frowning at Carl) That was awfully rude and a shitty thing to say. CARL (snorts) This whole demand of sympathy. Disgusting. Don't tell me you didn't notice that he simply tried flirting with you. DEBBIE (smiling at him) I did and it's kinda sweet that you're jealous. CARL I'm not jealous. DEBBIE (amused) Liar. (When he doesn't argue she puts her hand on his arm) Anyways, I'm utterly flattered. It has been a while since two guys were fighting over me. Made me feel like I was seventeen again.
Carl gives her a sheepish smile. She leans forward and kisses him. The camera moves to the left to a nerdy-looking guy in his early twenties with brunette, curly hair and a pair of glasses. He's eating a salad and a baked potato. Justin is sitting next to him.
JUSTIN (turns and gives him a friendly smile) You're Cedric, right? Mel told me you study law. CEDRIC (puts down the cutlery and scrutinizes him - sounding pretty snooty) I attend the Faculty of Law at the University of Toronto. It has the highest tuition of any law school in Canada. My father always bitches about the prices when he writes the check although it's just peanuts for him. I'm glad that I'm not one of those poor, penniless students who depend on the financial aid program. I couldn't imagine having to deliver pizza or buzz tables to just manage to get by. JUSTIN (wrinkling his brows) There's nothing wrong with doing a honest day's work. CEDRIC (nods) I agree and I do acknowledge that. Every time we go out my boyfriend says I'm too generous with the tips but I feel so sorry for the waiters. JUSTIN (obviously wondering what kind of guy what date such a snob) You've got a boyfriend? CEDRIC He's at Harvard so we don't see each other very often. JUSTIN (in a friendlier tone) I know what that feels like. So, are there any bars or clubs you'd recommend? We've been to The Cave but I didn't really like the music they were playing. CEDRIC (dismissive) I don't go to clubs. It's not my scene. All the guys showing their dicks. The only thing they can think about it getting laid. Provided they have any brains at all. JUSTIN (getting angry again) Fucking isn't about intelligence. Everybody wants to get laid. Even a genius. CEDRIC (giving him a arrogant look) Well, I'm don't. I don't need sex to satisfy such primitive cravings. JUSTIN (in a mocking tone) You said you've got a boyfriend. What do you do? Play backgammon all day long? CEDRIC We have more of a mental intercourse on a higher spiritual level. We share non-physical orgasms. (contemptuous) You wouldn't understand. JUSTIN You're right. I won't.
He takes his plate and moves closer to Brian, who was sitting in a short distance and picking at his food, while listening to a conversation between Ben and the reverend with a bored face. When he feels Justin's presence close to him, he turns to look.
BRIAN What's wrong? JUSTIN (in a low voice) I just had extraterrestrial contact with a citizen from planet Weirdo. He claims to be gay but he also says he's not into sex. He has spiritual orgasms instead. BRIAN (amused) Why didn't you tell him with your cock up his ass he could hear the angels sing? JUSTIN (shuddering with the thought) I wouldn't fuck him even if I'd get paid for it. BRIAN Speaking of fucking.
Under the table. We see Buster lying to Brian's feet. The camera rises. Brian's hand touches Justin's knee, glides slowly along the inside of his thigh and ends up gently stroking his cock. The camera moves upwards, above the table top.
JUSTIN (grimacing) You're just making it harder for us than it already is. BRIAN (runs his tongue over his lower lip) That was my intention. (Justin stifles a moan. Brian gives him a reassuring smile) Don't worry. Lindsay isn't looking. JUSTIN (closes his eyes for a moment and swallows) I don't want you to stop but if you go on like this I'll come. Right here, right now. BRIAN (smirking) Feel free to. GUS Daddy!
Brian draws back his hand and turns on the bench to look at his son, who's running towards them. Gus is standing next to him. His face is red and he's out of breath.
BRIAN (slightly concerned) Are you okay, Sonny boy? GUS (nods) Daniel has thrown the Frisbee in the tree. I can't get it back. My arms are too short. BRIAN (to Gus) I'm coming. (adding in a whisper to Justin) I will. With you. Today. JUSTIN Is it a promise or just a declaration of intent? BRIAN It's a fact.
He gets up from the bench and follows Gus up to the oak, Buster at his heels. Justin watches them go with a smile. CUT TO: INT. THE HOUSE - BATHROOM Focus on an ashtray, sitting on the washbasin. The camera widens up and pans to the left. Hunter comes into view. He's sitting on the toilet lid and is smoking some pot. Suddenly the door opens and makes him start. He hastily gets up and is just about to stub out the joint in the ashtray, when Sharon pokes her head inside.
SHARON (smiling as she notices the joint) I knew I smelled something. HUNTER (reproachful) Jesus, you scared the shit out of me. (He relaxes and sits down on the toilet lid again) I thought you were Lindsay. SHARON (enters the room and closes the door behind her) She's a real party pooper, isn't she? HUNTER (shrugging) Sometimes. How did you get in here? I thought I locked the door. SHARON (leans against the washbasin) You did. The keys match with all doors. It's the same in our house. If you don't want someone to get in you have to leave the key in the lock. HUNTER Thanks for the information. SHARON The party sucks. Mind if I join yours? (He hands her the joint and she takes a drag) This is really good shit. Where did you get it from? HUNTER (watching her exhaling the smoke) My father has a secret stock for emergencies. SHARON Something tells me it's not secret anymore. (She straightens up and steps in front of him) Well, since we both got nothing better to do, how about killing some time together.
She touches his neck, glides on his lap and holds out the joint to him. Hunter takes a drag, leans back against the cistern and slowly exhales the smoke. Sharon leans in for a kiss.
HUNTER (blocking her approach by putting his hand against her shoulder) I've got a girlfriend. SHARON (with a seductive smile) She's not here, is she? HUNTER (determined) I'm not going to cheat on her. (frowning at her) Get up. SHARON (lets her hips brush against Hunter's dick in slow movements) C'mon. I'm not going to tell her. (bends forward. Whispering in his ear) It can be our dirty little secret. HUNTER (grabs her hips - getting angry) I said get up. SHARON (puts her arms on Hunter's shoulders - in a seductive tone) Make me. HUNTER (looks her in the eye) Didn't they tell you I was a hustler about two years ago? I'm HIV positive.
It works. He's barely finished the sentence when she draws back her arms and comes to sit upright, the expression on her face turns from self-confidence to uncertainty.
SHARON (staring at him in disbelief) You're kidding me. HUNTER (matter-of-factly) My meds are in my bag downstairs. Would you like to see them? (Hastily, Sharon gets up and looks at the joint in her hand, then back at Hunter, fear reflecting in her eyes. Hunter snorts) Don't panic. It can't be passed on by saliva. SHARON (stubs the joint out in the ashtray - angry) You should have told me right away. HUNTER (sarcastic) So you wouldn't have wasted your precious time with hitting on me?
She glares at him, turns on her heels and stalks furiously out of the room. Hunter gets up, takes the key out of his pocket and locks the door. This time he's leaving the key in the lock. CUT TO: BACKYARD - TABLE Justin is still sitting on the bench, hunched over a napkin and is drawing a sketch of Rage. He straightens up and shows the outcome to Richard, who takes the napkin to take a closer look at it.
RICHARD (impressed) He's got a remarkable resemblance to your boyfriend. JUSTIN (playfully moving the pen between his fingers) That's because we based the figure on him. RICHARD Can I keep it? JUSTIN (shrugging) Sure.
Suddenly Michael approaches from the right and puts his hand on Justin's shoulder.
MICHAEL Justin, do you have a minute? JUSTIN (turns to look at Michael - addressing Richard) Excuse me. (He gets up and they take a few steps to the right. Wrinkling his brows) What's up? MICHAEL (heaves a little sigh) It's about the next issue of Rage. I know we agreed on the end of July but with our current financial situation I would prefer it to be published somewhat earlier. JUSTIN (with honest regret) Michael, you know I'd love to help but the art show is going to take place in four weeks and Austin wants me to do three more paintings. I just don't have the time. MICHAEL (failing to hide his disappointment) I understand. It's just that we could use the money. JUSTIN (touching Michael's upper arm in a friendly manner) I know it's a tough time for you. I'm sorry. Maybe if Ben would get a second job…? MICHAEL (shaking his head no) I can't ask him. The whole situation is difficult enough for him.
Suddenly someone plucks at Justin's sleeve. He looks down and is greeted by the smiling face of Gus.
GUS Justiiin… JUSTIN (imitating the boy) Yeees? GUS (with puppy eyes) Can you get us some ice cream? JUSTIN (crouches down so he's level to the boy) Did you ask your mommies? GUS (playfully plucking at the collar of Justin's sweater, while giving him an irresistible look) Can you ask them? JUSTIN (defeated) All right. (Gus beams at him. Justin straightens up and addresses Melanie and Lindsay, who are sitting in a short distance at the other side of the table) Is it okay if I go and get some ice cream for the kids? MEL (holding Jenny Rebecca, who's trying to stand on Lindsay's thighs) Of course. It's in the freezer. LINDSAY (bending her head to the left, past JR) Oh, Justin. Could you bring the dessert too? The fruit salad is in the fridge and I already put the bowls on the table. Maybe Richard could lend you a hand. RICHARD (nods) No problem. JUSTIN (strokes Gus' brown hair and looks down at him) It might take a moment before you get your ice. GUS (serenely) I know.
He turns away and runs back to his playmates, who are currently having fun with Buster. They throw the Frisbee and the dog gets it back. Justin's looking after Gus, who joins the twins, while wrinkling his brows about the kid's odd comment. Shrugging he follows Richard in the direction of the house. Michael, who was still standing next to Justin and seemed completely lost in thoughts, comes back to life. He sighs and sits down on the bench next to Christina.
CHRISTINA (with a sympathetic smile) Problems? MICHAEL Loads. But apart from that everything's fine. CHRISTINA Well, that's the good thing about hard times. (Michael wrinkles his brows) At some point the only way is up. MICHAEL (gloomily) I talked to Reverend Johnson. According to him it's going to get worse. CHRISTINA (with a dismissive movement of her hand) Oh, don't listen to him. He doesn't know anything. MICHAEL (looking at the Reverend Johnson, who's sitting at the far end of the table and has just finished his plate) Is he married? CHRISTINA The reverend? (with a scornful look at the clergyman) No, but he goes for married women. He beds them faster than you can say 'Amen'. MICHAEL (wrinkling his brows) He just gave me a lecture on faithfulness and honesty. CHRISTINA (dryly) Just because he wears a cassock on Sundays doesn't mean he's different from the other representatives of the male gender. No offense, but men tend to care more about their dicks than anything else. I can tell. I live with a specimen for twenty years. MICHAEL (indignant) But he's a clergyman. He should stick to the things he preaches. CHRISTINA (with a meaningful look) It's all a question of interpretation. Last year he had an affair with the wife of Colonel Baxter. She was ten years older than him but it went on for quite a while until he dumped her. It's rumored she had a nervous breakdown. As far as I know she left her husband and moved to her sister in Ohio. Poor Abigail. MICHAEL Does the Colonel know? CHRISTINA (takes a sip from her orange juice) He threatened to kill the reverend but as you may have noticed he's still alive. MICHAEL (shaking his head - to himself) Sex, drugs, death threats and Brian thinks living in the suburbs would be boring.
CUT TO: INT. THE HOUSE - KITCHEN Justin and Richard enter the room. Richard seems to be still curious about Justin's and Brian's sexual life.
RICHARD So you really do it with others? JUSTIN (heading for the fridge) Once in a while. RICHARD (with a hint of envy) Wow, my wife would kill me for just looking at another woman. Apparently being gay comes with some advantages. JUSTIN (opens the fridge - taking out the fruit salad) You bet.
He closes the door of the fridge and places the bowl on the table. Richard steps next to him.
RICHARD (slightly blushing) Well, I was wondering if… maybe you could give me some advice. (Justin looks at him) You know, getting my Chrissie in the right mood so we both could enjoy each others company. JUSTIN (turns his attention back to the fruit salad and starts filling the bowls) I'm not exactly an expert when it comes to women. RICHARD (in eager anticipation) W-What do you do to get your boyfriend going? JUSTIN (straightens up and thinks for a second) Nothing. (Richard frowns) My pure existence seems to be enough. You know, sometimes we're getting hard just by looking at each other. (continuing to fill the bowls) I assume it's some sort of a chemical reaction. RICHARD (sounding a bit resigned - obviously thinking of his own partnership) Sounds like the two of you are really made for each other. JUSTIN (with a short nod) It sure feels like that. I can't imagine to be with anybody else because no one makes me feels the way he does. (smiling to himself) Even though he can be a real bitch sometimes. RICHARD (shrugs) I guess we all have some of those days. JUSTIN I'm not complaining. In fact I miss his cutting remarks and this devilish smirk of his when we're apart. RICHARD (sympathetic) Must be difficult for the two of you. JUSTIN (with a hint of sadness in his voice) It is. (He puts the spoon back into the bowl with the salad) Well, the first plate is done. You can take it outside. I'll bring the second one along with the ice cream for the kids. RICHARD Okay.
He lifts up the plate and leaves while Justin fills the remained bowls with fruit salad. In the background we see the door of the pantry slowly open itself. Change of angle. The camera approaches Justin from behind. He doesn't seem to notice what's going on behind his back. The angle changes back to his front. He puts the filled bowls on a plate. Suddenly two hands come up from behind. One claps his torso, the other presses itself against his mouth. In a blink of an eye, Justin is pulled out of the picture. MEANWHILE IN THE BACKYARD Emmett and Blake are sitting at the table. They're having a conversation with Lena and Chantal about baking muffins.
EMMETT Have you tried using peaches? Peach muffins are simply delicious. LENA (skeptical) I always thought they would fall apart. EMMETT You have to cut the peaches in smaller pieces and they must be as dry as possible otherwise they'll get too heavy.
Ted approaches from behind and puts his hand on Blake's shoulder.
TED (with a nervous look on his face) Hey, hun. I'd like to talk to you. (Blake indicates him to sit down) Alone. BLAKE (uncertain) All right.
The camera follows them as they sit down in a short distance from the others party guests.
BLAKE (worried) Are you okay? TED (grimacing) I'm just a bit nervous. Well, erm… I've been thinking a lot lately and there's something I'd like to ask you. BLAKE (seems surprisingly relieved) I'm glad you made the first move. I should have known that you would notice there was something on my mind. TED (confused) What - What are you talking about? BLAKE (with a guilty expression on his face) I know I put if off to the last minute and this is maybe not the best time to tell you, but I can't wait any longer. TED (with a worried expression on his face) Now you're starting to scare me. BLAKE (drops the bombshell) I'm going to India for one year. We're going to leave in about two weeks time. TED (shocked) What?!
Accidentally, he knocks over a glass with orange juice. Everybody turns to look at they hear the sound of the glass hitting the table top.
BLAKE (lifts up the glass - to Melanie and Lindsay) Sorry, it was my fault. MEL (handing Jenny to Michael, who's sitting next to her) It's okay. Try to soak up the juice with the rest of the napkin. I'll go and get a wiping cloth.
She gets up and heads in the direction of the house.
TED (eyes fixed on Blake - still stunned) What are you going to do in India? For a whole, fucking year?! BLAKE (trying to stay calm) I told you I thought about becoming a yoga trainer. Sylvia knows an Indian yoga master and she says he's amazing. He can teach me things I can't learn here. TED (narrowing his eyes) Sylvia. I should have known. (getting angry) Did you notice that this woman had slowly taken over your life with her voodoo crap? You would jump from a bridge if she tells you so. BLAKE (frowning at him) That's not true, Ted. I don't do it for her. It's something I have to do for myself. I need a new direction in life. Can't you at least try to understand? TED (raising his voice) There's nothing wrong with your life. She just talked you into thinking you need some Asian guru, who tells you that you can breathe your problems away. But don't deceive yourself. He can't heal you. No one can. BLAKE (hurt and angry) Thanks for reminding me. I almost forgot. TED (unhappy) I'm sorry. It came out wrong. I didn't mean like that. BLAKE (coolly) I think I should give you a moment to calm down. If you're ready to have an objective conversation, I'll be over there.
He points at Emmett and the lesbian couple. Disappointed, he gets up from the bench and leaves. Focus on Ted. He's staring at the orange juice dropping down from the table. According to the expression on his face he's deeply shaken by the news. MEANWHILE IN THE PANTY Focus on a wooden shelf with various cans and jars with marmalade, pineapples or vegetables, bags with flour, salt and sugar. Justin steps backwards into the picture and is shoved against the shelf by a very familiar ad exec. Brian presses himself against Justin and a sugar bag drops to the floor as their bodies collide. Hands are groping backs, necks and shoulders while their lips melt together in a heated kiss. They're radiating an incredibly strong sexual energy - as usual. After a few seconds Brian breaks off. Panting, they look at each other.
JUSTIN (trying to sound reproachful, but fails) It was a trap. You told Gus to get me here. BRIAN The kid's pretty smart. (shrugs) Well, he has my genes. JUSTIN (grinning) You're evil. BRIAN (pretending to be offended) And a bitch according to you.
Justin doesn't answer. They share a long, intense look.
JUSTIN God, I missed you.
He grabs Brian's neck and pulls him in for another kiss. Brian lets his tongue sneak into Justin's mouth, which is eagerly awaiting the invasion. After a short, passionate exchange of saliva, Brian presses his forehead against Justin's and closes his eyes for a second, then lowers his nose to the crook of his neck and deeply inhales his smell, while his fingers are busy opening the zipper of Justin's jeans. Justin's right hand slides in Brian's pocket and he takes out a condom and rips open the wrapping with his teeth.
BRIAN (straightens up) Turn around.
While Justin takes hold of the shelf and bends a bit forward, Brian's unbuckles his belt and pulls down his pants. Justin hands him the condom over his shoulder so Brian can slip it on. He gets in position, his right hand takes hold of Justin's hip, the left cups Justin's hand. Brian places a light kiss on the exposed neck in front of him and is just about to push his cock inside Justin's butt as - the door opens. Brian stops. Blinded by the sunlight which is suddenly invading the semi-dark room the boys have to squint. Change of angle with a quick flash. Mel is standing in the open door of the pantry, staring at them in a mixture of shock and disbelief.
MEL I don't believe I'm seeing what I think I'm seeing. JUSTIN (with a guilty expression on his face) Mel. BRIAN (looking as if he's close to attempting a murder) Christ! (He moves aside and leans against the shelf. Addressing Mel - angry) Couldn't you wait at least five minutes? Five fucking minutes?! MEL (points something on the shelf) Shut up and hand me the package with the wiping clothes. JUSTIN (pulls up his pants, then grabs the clothes - remorseful) We're sorry, Mel. BRIAN (stuffs his cock back in his jeans - to Justin) Speak for yourself. I'm not. And by the way what are you sorry for? (glaring at Mel) We didn't do anything, damn it. MEL (holding his gaze) You should keep it this way. JUSTIN (handing her the wiping clothes) You're not going to tell Lindsay, are you? MEL No, because I don't want to be around when she gets to know it. (addressing Justin) I think it would be for the best if you come with me, hopefully she won't notice what was going on in here. (Justin obeys and gets out of the pantry. She turns to Brian, looking at his open zipper) You can join us as soon as you're looking socially acceptable.
Mel closes the door and leaves Brian in the darkness. She opens the door of the fridge and takes out the ice cream while Justin lifts up the plate.
BRIAN (screaming) Fuck!
We hear the noise of shattering glass. Justin takes a worried look at the pantry then follows Mel out of the kitchen. Focus on the pantry. The door opens and Brian comes out, massaging his right hand. Obviously the temporary loss of his temper was quite painful. He steps in front of the sink, takes out a pack of cigarettes, puts one in his mouth and lights it. Frustrated, he looks out of the window and watches the street. Suddenly his face lightens up. Wider angle. Two arms have wrapped themselves around his torso.
BRIAN (smiling) How did you manage to escape the Iron Dyke?
He turns around in expectation to see his blond object of desire, but instead of Justin he's greeted by the sight of a completely different person. Sharon. Brian is so shocked that he takes a step backwards and almost drops his cigarette. Now he's trapped between the counter and this femme fatale, who watches him with a lustful expression in her eyes.
SHARON I had this feeling you would be happy to see me. BRIAN (ironic) I'm thrilled.
She lets her hands run over his chest and takes a look at the bulge showing under his jeans.
SHARON (in a seductive tone) Seems like you're ready to start.
She's just about to touch his basket, when Brian grabs her wrist and shoves her aside.
BRIAN (annoyed) I already told you I'm not into women. SHARON (stubbornly) But every time you see me you have a hard-on. BRIAN (vitriolic) It's going down thanks to you. SHARON (insistent) You are not gay. You just never did it with the right woman. BRIAN (in a pitying tone) Let me guess. That would be you? (Sharon shrugs) Welcome to Fantasy Island.
He snorts and turns away without deigning to look at her. Cedric enters the room and passes Brian, who's on his way out of the kitchen. He's carrying a stack of plates and places them next to the sink. Sharon is leaning against the counter next to him with a very angry expression on her face.
CEDRIC (scrutinizing her) Is everything alright? SHARON (furious) I don't know what's wrong with these Americans? The sexy ones are gay, the straight ones are gay for pay. Hell and I thought it was going to be an exciting afternoon. CEDRIC (pricking up his ears) Which one of them does it for money? SHARON The young one with the dirty blond hair. He told me he was a hustler and got AIDS. God, I almost did it with him.
Cedric doesn't seem to listen to her anymore. He's suddenly lost in thoughts. CUT TO: BACKYARD - UNDERNEATH THE OAK Gus is sitting on a swing, which is tied to a branch of the oak while the twins get him in motion. The camera moves to the right. Michael is standing in a short distance, Jenny Rebecca on his arms and is watching them with a smile.
JENNY (extending her hands - excited) Wing. Woosh. MICHAEL (gently taking one of her hands) Right, it's a swing honey bun. Daddy will swing with you when the boys are done.
Ben approaches them from behind, slips his arm around Michael's shoulders and kisses him on the cheek.
BEN Hey. Everything's okay? JENNY (smiling at Ben) Hi. BEN (touching her cheek with her index finger) Hi, Sweetie. MICHAEL Can you say Ben, Jenny? JENNY (nods - beaming) Hi. MICHAEL (with a crooked grin) The training process isn't finished yet. (Ben laughs) Did you enjoy the afternoon so far? BEN (nods) I had a very interesting conversation with Blake. We talked about Buddhism and the power of belief. MICHAEL (still a bit disgruntled) Well, I talked to the reverend about marriage and he emphasized the importance of faithfulness and honesty, but it turned out he's after married women. Such a hypocrite. BEN (agreeing) Double standards are disgusting. Judging others and pretending to be infallible while you're not is pathetic. MICHAEL (in a fit of boldness) Do you think you should be forgiven if you cheat? BEN It's a serious breach of trust but it depends on the circumstances. MICHAEL (anxiously looking at him) What if I would cheat on you? BEN (keeping a straight face) I would start the divorce proceedings and kick you out of the house.
Michael looks at him in shock. Ben laughs. Jenny watches him with big eyes.
BEN Come on, Michael. I was just kidding. (frowning) You didn't take that serious, did you?
They look at each other and none of them says a word. Ben's searching for something unspoken in Michael's brown eyes until Gus touches Michael's hand.
GUS (pointing at the tree) You can have the swing, Uncle Mike. MICHAEL (absent-minded) Yes, thanks. BEN (clears his throat - to Jenny) Do you wanna swing?
The little girl claps her hand and lets out an affirmative scream just as Hunter passes them and takes us with him over to the table. He sits down and reaches for a bowl with fruit salad. After a short look over the table he grabs the canned whipping cream and fills up the bowl with it. Obviously he wants to balance the amount of vitamins with some carbs. He has just taken the first spoonful as somebody approaches and sits next to him. It's Cedric.
CEDRIC (with a friendly smile) It's delicious, isn't it? HUNTER (chewing) It's alright.
He turns his attention back to the bowl. Cedric watches him eating with a look of insecurity.
CEDRIC Erm… I was asking myself if you're interested in making some money. HUNTER (turns to look at him) Doing what? CEDRIC Playing some strip poker. (Hunter raises his brows and gives him a questioning look) You know what I mean. If we use condoms I won't get infected, right? HUNTER (narrowing his eyes) You've been talking to the vamp, I see. CEDRIC (defensive) She said you're a professional. HUNTER (concentrates on the bowl again) I retired so get yourself a boyfriend and leave me alone. CEDRIC (sounding desperate) Listen, I don't have any gay friends and I don't want to go to the clubs all by myself. Well, I gave the paper boy a blow-job once but apart from that I never really did it with a guy. C'mon, I promise it will pay off for you. According to your appearance you could use some cash.
He puts a hundred dollar bill on the table and shoves it over to Hunter.
HUNTER (raising his voice) Keep your fucking money! It's not my problem that you're a fucking virgin! (Everybody turns to look at them. Cedric's face turns crimson. Hunter gives him a smile) Now, if you don't mind, I'd like to finish my dessert.
Cedric hastily gets up from the bench, grabs the hundred bucks and stumbles a few steps backwards, then hurries in the direction of the front garden. The camera follows him until he runs past Emmett and Ted, who are standing in front of the grill. Emmett's got the tongs in his hand.
EMMETT (in disbelief) India? TED Yes. I do understand that he feels the need to enjoy life to the fullest and make new experiences but since he met this woman, I barely recognize the man I fell in love with. (desperate) What am I supposed to do, Em? I don't want him to leave. EMMETT (with a wave of his tongs) I don't think there's much you could do to stop him and I'm afraid tying him to the bed would feel too much like the gay version of Misery. TED (with a helpless expression on his face) So I just have to let him go? EMMETT I didn't say that. I do think you should express your feelings and tell him that you don't agree with his plans but it's his decision. You can't force him to stay. TED (heaves a deep, unhappy sigh) What a fucking day. (He stares at the meat on the grill and unexpectedly changes the topic) The steaks are not well-done. EMMETT (lifts one with the tongs) I think they're looking good. TED Believe me. They'll need a few more minutes. EMMETT (frowning at him) Mel put me in charge and I say they're fine. TED (extending his hand) Just give me the tongs and I'll show you. EMMETT (holding the tongs away from Ted) No. TED (grabbing them nevertheless) Don't be ridiculous.
They're both start pulling at the ends of the tongs. Emmett wins but as Ted lets go it causes him to stumble a step backwards. He collides with the little table next to the grill. A bottle with culinary oil begins to sway and tips over. There's a hissing sound as the contest flow onto the glowing charcoal. Smoke arises. Quickly Emmett takes a step forward and pulls Ted in a safe distance. Flames are dancing on the coal and the grill almost vanishes in a cloud of smoke.
TED (a bit shocked) Thanks, Em. EMMETT (with a look at the grill - matter-of-factly) Well, I guess they're well- done now.
The others are approaching to see if somebody got hurt. Mel extinguishes the little fire with a bottle of water, just as Blake shows up at Ted's side.
BLAKE (touching Ted's back - worried) Are you okay? TED (nods) Yes, I'm fine. BLAKE (sounding remorseful) I'm sorry. I didn't mean to fight with you. It was a bad time to tell you. TED I think there's no good time to drop such news but my reaction wasn't fair either. Give me some time to get used to the idea. I'm not sure if I can but I'll try.
Blake nods and takes Ted in his arms, relieved that nothing has happened to him. CUT TO: FRONT GARDEN Lindsay, Debbie, Carl, Christina and Richard are standing next to a rosebush. While Richard and Carl seem to be bored the girls are having a little chat.
CHRISTINA (talking about the former owner) Mr. Chase was such a nice guy. We all felt sorry when he died. LINDSAY Did you know he had a wine collection down in the cellar? His son left some of it to us. RICHARD (suddenly interested) Which vintage? LINDSAY (shrugs) I have absolutely no idea. Mel and I didn't bother to check until now. Do you think it might be of value? RICHARD I can tell you if I could have look at it.
Carl looks up to the sky. Dark clouds are looming above, gathering to a dense front. It seems like a storm is brewing.
CARL (approving) I think that's a good idea. I don't want to sound pessimistic but it look like it's going to rain at any moment. LINDSAY (dismissive) That are just a few clouds. They'll drift pass. The weather forecast said it won't be raining today. DEBBIE (dryly) I wouldn't bet my hair on it. CHRISTINA (giving Lindsay a smile) I'd also like see to the wine. Maybe we could try some. LINDSAY (happy for the change of subject) Of course.
She leads them inside. Carl checks the sky again before he enters the house. Obviously he doubts that the Canadian forecasters are right. Change to the cellar. Richard is descending down the stairs followed by the others.
LINDSAY I know little about wine. RICHARD (impassioned) A good drop can taste like a passionate night spent with a beautiful woman. The flavor has a stimulating effect and when it's running down your throat it's almost like having an -
He stops at the end of the staircase, staring at something in front of him. The others turn to look in the same direction. Lindsay's eyes widen in shock, Carl blinks and Debbie raises her brows, while Christina puts her hand against her open mouth. Change of angle. There are three wine racks at the long side of the room and among a couple of packing cases of various sizes is a big wine barrel, sitting on a wooden platform. Justin is bent over the barrel, pants down and clutching the wood with both hands. Brian's standing behind him, driving his cock inside the only ass that matters to him. They're both too close to climax to stop now, from the ecstatic look in their eyes you can tell they've already crossed the line to care about anything but themselves and the release of the dammed up tension within their bodies. Their audience doesn't have to wait long for the finale. Brian comes with a deep, guttural moan. He takes Justin with two last strong thrusts, causing him to writhe and gasp as his orgasm hits his him like a middle earthquake. Brian sinks onto Justin's back, taking him into his limp arms, barely able to utter more than a satisfied 'uhh'.
LINDSAY (utterly shocked) Brian. CARL (stunned) In all my years as a cop I've never seen something like that. DEBBIE This one was a first for me too. CHRISTINA (addressing Lindsay) Would you excuse us? LINDSAY I'm so sorry. I told them to control themselves. (desperate) Don't leave. You didn't have any wine yet. CHRISTINA (appearing to be restless and excited all of a sudden) I'm in the mood for something else. Could you keep an eye on the kids for a few hours? LINDSAY (frowning) Of course, I- CHRISTINA (cutting her off) Thanks.
She grabs the stunned Richard by the arm and drags him upstairs. The man can hardly believe his luck.
RICHARD (beaming like a Jack O'Lantern - to Brian and Justin) Thank you, guys.
Groaning, Brian slowly straightens up, giving Justin the opportunity to move again.
LINDSAY (accusatory) How could you?! You gave me your word. Both of you! BRIAN (with a smug smile) We couldn't help it. It was like a force of nature.
Justin doesn't say anything to defend himself, he slowly reaches down and pulls up his pants, still a bit shaken by the aftermath of his incredible orgasm. Fuming with rage, Lindsay makes the attempt to go to an attack but Debbie takes her by the arm. Before she can say anything, Emmett comes hurrying down the stairs.
EMMETT Lindz, you should come upstairs. Things got a bit outta control. LINDSAY (her voice breaking) What?! EMMETT (keeping it short) The colonel is trying to beat the reverend to death with his prosthesis. They're rolling over the lawn like two freestyle wrestler. The grill was temporarily on fire and it started raining. BRIAN Fuck. My top is still down.
While he's getting dressed, Lindsay sits down on the stairs, passes her hands through her hair and shakes her head.
LINDSAY (talking to herself - devastated) This is a dream. I'm going to wake up at any moment.
Brian passes her as he runs up the stairs in order to save his car from becoming a mobile pool. Debbie puts an arm around Lindsay's shoulders and sits down next to her.
DEBBIE (gives her an encouraging squeeze) Just see it from the bright side, honey. This is a barbeque became some sort of a historical event. CARL (grinning) Apocalypse now.
Debbie gives him a slap on his thigh, while Lindsay buries her face in her hands and heaves a deep, desperate sigh. CUT TO: FRONT PORCH - NIGHT Brian's sitting on the stairs of the front porch and is smoking a cigarette, staring at the empty street, lost in thoughts. Buster's lying next to him, head on his paws. Melanie steps next to Brian but he doesn't look up at her.
MEL She stopped threatening to kill you. I guess that means the tranquilizer are kicking in. BRIAN (sarcastic) Do you want me to do my happy dance? MEL (puts her hands in her pockets) As usual Brian Kinney had his way. BRIAN (turning his head to look at her) How the hell was I supposed to know she would be coming down there? MEL That's not the point. The point is that you always have to push things to the limit. (She leans against the wooden beam behind her) But - as odd as it sounds - I understand you this time. It must be tough to be thousands of miles apart from someone you love, sometimes for weeks or even for month. (Brian stares down at the stairs) I have the greatest respect for the way the two of you are handling the situation. I'm not sure I could do that. BRIAN (shrugs) It's the way things are. (He takes a drag from his cigarette) We simply have to deal with it. MEL (watching the street) Sometimes I wonder if we made the right choice by coming here. I know I was the one who suggested it but now from a more objective point of view it seems like a pretty hasty decision. BRIAN (narrowing his eyes) Be honest with yourself, Mel. Things didn't work out like you expected. MEL (shaking her head) I don't want to come back, tail between my legs. BRIAN (smirking) That could indeed prove a bit difficult due to the lack of a certain part of your anatomy. (Mel rolls her eyes. Brian becomes serious again) Well, I think that means you'll have to stay and deal with the situation. MEL Yeah, I guess. (They fall silent for a moment, then Mel straightens up) Are you coming inside? BRIAN I need to count some black sheep before I go to bed.
Mel shrugs and leaves. Her footsteps subside and we hear the front door shut. Brian stubs his cigarette into the ashtray, which is sitting to his left. Suddenly Buster pricks up his ears. There's a noise coming out of the darkness. Brian wrinkles his brows, probably half afraid that a naked Sharon is going to jump out of the bushes but instead of the suburban Lolita, Justin steps into the dim moonlight.
JUSTIN (approaching him with a Sunshine smile) Whadda you doin'? BRIAN (looking at him with a seductive grin) Enjoying the view. JUSTIN (stops in front of him - hand in the pockets of his leather jacket) Are you aware of the fact that this was the first time you ever broke a promise? BRIAN I told you it was just - JUSTIN (finishing his sentence) A declaration of intent, I know. Whatever it was I just want you to know that I personally enjoyed it.
He sits down next to Brian and kisses him softly on the lips, eyes half-closed.
BRIAN (pointing at his crotch) Do you want a second helping? JUSTIN (shakes his head no) I think I'm satisfied (Brian raises his brows) - for now - but I'd like to go for a walk. (He gets up and extends his hand to him) Care to join me? BRIAN (motioning with his head at Buster) Do you mind if we'd turn it into a threesome? JUSTIN Not at all.
Brian takes his hand and gets to his feet. Justin grabs Brian's waist, while Brian puts his arm around Justin's shoulders. Low Music sets in: William Orbit - Cavalleria Rusticana. We see them walking down the lawn. Brian whistles and Buster comes running after them. They immerse into the light of a lamppost and follow the lane into the night. The camera pans to the right, back to the house, enters through the window of the kitchen, turns around the corner, up the stairs into a JR's bedroom. It passes the crib with the sleeping baby and focuses on a mattress lying on the floor. It's Ben and Michael. We see Michael kissing Ben goodnight. He turns to the other side and closes his eyes. Ben's eyes remain open. He's watching Michael with a pensive expression on his face. FADE TO BLACK Lasgo - Something I don't wanna say I'm sorry Cause I know there is nothing wrong Don't be afraid there is no need to worry Cause my feelings for you are still strong Hold me in your arms And never let me go Hold me in your arms Cause I need you so I can see it in your eyes There is something Something you wanna tell me I see it in your eyes There is something That you hide from me Is there a reason why There is something Something you wanna tell me? I see it in your eyes There is something That you hide for me I can see it in your eyes There is something Something you wanna tell me I see it in your eyes There is something That you hide from me 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 Harris Allan Dean Armstrong Peter MacNeill Executive Story Editor galefan4ever Music Supervision CleverDevil Additional Cast (in order of appearance) Gus - Keegan Hoover Logan Hoover **** Queer as Folk and all its characters (despite the few I created) are property of CowLip and Showtime. No copyright infringement is intended. Author's note: I aware of the fact that this episode didn't do much for the storylines: It was mainly for fun. I hope you enjoyed yourselves while reading it :). As for Emmett's and Ted's little oil/fire incident. According to my source of information (that would be my father :D) oil could produce some flames when it comes into contact with hot coals (I decided against testing it ;)) but I don't know for sure. Anyways, I thought it would be a bit more dramatic this way. We're half way through the season and there are nine episodes left to write. I'd like to thank all my readers, reviewers and my beta galefan4ever *It's a pleasure working with you, Jess - hugs* for sticking with me up to now.
TRAILER EPISODE 6.10
Music - Exhale slowly by Bootsy Mc Queen queer as folk Ted' sitting on the edge of his bed, looking at a picture he's holding in his hands. It shows him and Blake on a sunny afternoon in winter in front of a frozen lake with people skating over the ice in the background. They're standing close to each other, smiling in the camera, their noses reddened from the coldness. Ted's index finger gently strokes over the glass of the picture and he heaves a deep, unhappy sigh. The New York ASC. Lou and Justin are lying on Vince's bed, holding the control pads of the Playstation in their hands. They're both giving Vince an annoyed look because he blocks the view to the TV. Vince, holding up two tickets: "I've got two tickets for a classical concert at the Carnegie Hall. Volunteers to the front." Michael's sitting alone in a booth at the diner. He takes a hungry bite from his sandwich, when suddenly someone slides in the seat opposite in. He lifts his head and nearly chokes on his tuna sandwich, staring wide-eyed at the new guest. Kinnetik. Brian is sitting on his chair in his office. Ted is standing in front of the desk, looking at Rel, the son of former senator Hayward, in annoyance: "I already told you we don't have any vacant jobs." Disappointed, Rel turns to leave. Brian, calling him back: "What are you doing tonight?" Rel: "I'm free for everything." Brian: "Good, because we'll do some kinky stuff." The Opera. Ted is talking to Emmett: "I still can't believe that he really left. He didn't even want me to take him to the airport." Change to Ted, who accidentally collides with a passing black haired guy as he turns to look at someone. He spills his drinks over both their tuxes. Ted: "Oh, my goodness. I'm so utterly sorry." Bruckner/Novotny's. Michael has his back turned towards Ben. He's fumbling with a camera. Ben: "Michael, is there something you wanna tell me?" New York, Carnegie Hall. Justin's leaning against a wall near the back exit, smoking a cigarette, when the door opens and Ethan steps out, accompanied by a blond young women in high heels and a black dress. Girl: "You were brilliant today. Did you see the look on Linus face? He -" She turns to look at Ethan who's suddenly frozen to the spot, staring at Justin, completely taken aback. Kinnetik, Brian's office. Emmett is talking to Brian about Rel. He seems to be angry. Emmett: "Don't you see? You're raising hopes and you won't live up to the expectations." Brian: "Jesus, Emmett. I didn't let him suck me off, he just sorted my bills." Ted's Condo. He's having dinner with the guy from the opera, who he spilled his drink on. The doorbell rings. Ted: "I wasn't expecting any guests." He gets up and answers. His staring at the unexpected visitor in a mixture of shock and surprise. It's Blake. Babylon. Drew is dancing bare-chested with a good-looking brunette, hands on his hips while the arms of his dancing partner rest on his shoulders. The guy's about an inch shorter than Drew, his body isn't striking muscular but well trained, his hair roughly matches the length of Justin's and he's got an incredible, captivating smile. They're swaying to the beat looking deep into each others eyes. Change to them, talking to Emmett. Drew: "Emmett, this is my boyfriend Lloyd." Emmett doesn't seem thrilled to meet him. Six Fuller/Corner of Tremont. Rel was watching the entrance door. He takes a deep breath and steps out of the darkness of his hiding place but before he's able to immerse into the light of the lamppost, he spots something that causes him to stop. The camera changes to a total shot. Swearing, Brian's trying to push his key into the lock of the door. He doesn't notice a certain young blonde in a leather jacket, who's leaning casually against the wall, a duffel bag over his shoulder, watching him with amusement. Emmett is standing in his dark bedroom, staring at a picture of him and Drew, which is stuck between the glass and the frame of a mirror. It's seems to be taken at Debbie's during their happy but short time together. His gaze shifts towards the empty bed. He looks as if he's close to crying. queer as folk Adult content, graphic language, nudity, sexual content SHOWTIME - NO LIMITS