QUEER AS FOLK
EPISODE 6.10 – <b>THE IMPORTANCE OF BEING HONEST</b>
Original Posting date: 08-22-07

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: INDIA - A GARDEN - DAY
<i>Close up of a Foxglove. Sun is bathing its lilac blooms. A white butterfly flutters past it and the camera follows its flight through a beautiful, blooming garden. A high, white house comes into view. Focus on the wide staircase, which leads up to a high terrace. Ted steps out of the living room and approaches the stairs. He's wearing an orange Indian Sari along with some tingling bracelets, carrying a tray with smoldering joss sticks and four jars, filled with rice and some finger food. Gracefully, he descends down the stairs. Close up of his naked feet. The bangle on his left ankle is glistening in the sunlight. Change of angle. Ted crosses the lawn and approaches somebody, who's sitting with his back turned towards us on a stone slab, which is supported by two serpentine stone figures. Change to his front. It's Blake. He's in a meditation posture. Legs crossed, the back of his hands resting on his knees, eyes closed, his face unmoved. Ted kneels at his side and places the tray in front of him.</i>

<center>TED
<i>(with a soft smile)</i>
I've mad you a little snack, darling.

BLAKE
<i>(without opening his eyes)</i>
I'm not hungry.</center>

<i>Ted gives him a disappointed look and sighs. After watching him for a moment, he stretches forth his hand and touches Blake's shoulder.</i>

<center>TED
You've been sitting here the whole day. Why don't you come inside?

BLAKE
<i>(opens his eyes and glares at him - annoyed)</i>
I'm trying to find my inner peace and it would help a lot if you could stop chatting now.</center>

<i>Ted draws back his hand and turns away, looking like a homeless puppy who has just been kicked out of a potential new home. Blake closes his eyes and goes back to meditating. Some birds are chirping while they're sitting next to each other in an awkward silence until Ted turns towards Blake, touches his cheek and starts kissing his neck.</i>

<center>BLAKE
<i>(eyes still closed - snarling)</i>
I told you I'm looking for my inner peace.

TED
<i>(slips his hand into Blake's robes, while maintaining the ministrations on his neck)</i>
I'm just helping you to find it.</center>

<i>Blake opens his eyes again, looking totally pissed. Ted doesn't notice because he's still occupied with kissing down his throat, so he's completely taken by surprise when Blake pushes him down the stone slab. Cut to Ted, falling face out of his bed. He hits the floor with a loud thud.</i>

<center>TED
<i>(groaning)</i>
Uhh… <i>(Rubbing his temples he comes to a sitting position)</i> I knew I shouldn't have eaten the fish.</center>

<i>He scrambles to his feet, sits down on the edge of the bed and takes a look the alarm clock, which is sitting on the nightstand next to him. It says 5:30. Ted moans and rubs his face with both hands. As he looks up again his eye's caught by a framed picture next to the alarm clock. It shows him and Blake on a sunny afternoon in winter in front of a frozen lake with ice skaters. They're standing close to each other, smiling in the camera, their noses reddened from the cold. With a sad expression on his face Ted takes the picture and lets his index finger gently run over the glass. He heaves a deep, unhappy sigh.</i>

CUT TO: INT. LIBERTY DINER - DAY
<i>Close up of a coffee cup. Somebody's listlessly stirring the contents with a spoon. The camera widens up. Ben's sitting on the outer end of a corner booth, staring down at his cup. Michael's sitting at his side, watching him in annoyance. Brian is opposite them, half sitting/half leaning against the wall. He's studying the New York Times while eating one half of a chicken sandwich.</i>

<center>MICHAEL
<i>(clears his throat - addressing Ben, cautiously)</i>
Do you have classes today?

BEN
<i>(lets go off the spoon - frowning at him)</i>
My schedule is stuck on the fridge. Shouldn't be too hard to remember ten lessons per week.

MICHAEL
<i>(in a huff)</i>
Forgive me for asking. I just thought maybe you've got the time to pick up Hunter's tux from the tailor but I can do it during my lunch break.

BEN
<i>(irritated)</i>
No. It's okay, Michael. You earn the money, I pick up the dry cleaning, take out the garbage, do the shopping and vacuum the house.</center>

<i>Brian looks at them over the rim of his newspaper and rolls his eyes.</i>

<center>MICHAEL
I didn't ask you to do it. If you prefer to sit on the couch, watch talk shows and eat potato chips all day - go ahead. But don't-

BRIAN
<i>(lowers the newspaper and straightens up)</i>
Ladies, ladies! <i>(They stop glaring at each and turn to glare at him instead)</i> Would you mind sparing me the morning marital fight? <i>(pointing at his plate with the other half of his sandwich)</i> I'm trying to eat.

MICHAEL
<i>(vitriolic)</i>
If you don't want to listen, get yourself another table.

BRIAN
<i>(matter-of-factly)</i>
That wouldn't help. You're entertaining the whole diner.

BEN
<i>(getting up)</i>
I'll have to go anyway. <i>(He picks up his leather jacket - to Michael - sarcastic)</i> The couch is calling.</center>

<i>Michael narrows his eyes, but doesn't respond to that. He watches him heading towards the door, then turns around just to meet Brian's eyes, x-rating him in a way that makes Michael feel uncomfortable.</i>

<center>MICHAEL
<i>(frowning at Brian)</i>
Don't look at me like that.

BRIAN
<i>(folding his newspaper)</i>
Did I say something?

MICHAEL
<i>(grumpy)</i>
He was the one who started it.

BRIAN
<i>(imitating his voice - in a wailing tone)</i>
He was the one who started it. <i>(wrinkling his brows)</i> Jesus, Michael. You sound like a sulking ten-year-old.

MICHAEL
<i>(sighs with frustration)</i>
That's just because things got complicated lately. He's edgy and hypersensitive. Simply everything I say seems to be wrong.

BRIAN
<i>(shrugging)</i>
What were you expecting? All of a sudden he's out of work and has to rely on your income.

MICHAEL
He's got a job.

BRIAN
<i>(ironic)</i>
Yeah, right. I'm sure teaching fifteen-year-old high school students ten hours per week is like a dream come true.

MICHAEL
It's just until he gets back to University and besides, it's not my fault he lost his job.

BRIAN
No but maybe you should start talking about the real problem instead of fighting over the housework.

MICHAEL
<i>(crossly)</i>
Well, Dr. Love, since you're obviously an expert when it comes to marriage, what is the <i>real</i> problem?

BRIAN
Honesty.

MICHAEL
We are honest <i>(Brian raises his brows)</i> Well, mostly.

BRIAN
<i>(leaning on the table top)</i>
Did he tell you he hates living on your money? Did you tell him about your little extramarital adventure with Andy?

MICHAEL
Ssst… <i>(He takes with a worried look in Debbie's direction, then turns back to Brian)</i> As if you and Justin have always been honest with each other.

BRIAN
It was just a friendly advice. Take it or leave it <i>(shoving his plate with the other half of his sandwich towards Michael)</i>. Here, you can finish the rest.</center>

<i>He gets up and puts on his jacket. Buster, who was lying to his feet, straightens up and looks at Brian expectantly.</i>

<center>MICHAEL
Where are you going?

BRIAN
<i>(taking out his car keys)</i>
I'm invited to an orgy over at Grant off the corner of 6th.</center>

<i>Michael gives him a very-funny look, which causes Brian to smirk. He follows Buster to the door. Michael stares at the sandwich and sighs, then takes a sip from Ben's coffee. Change to Brian exceeding the diner. He walks up to the Vette and has just opened the door of the passengers seat to let Buster jump in, when somebody passes him. Brian turns to look, wrinkling his brows. Change to Michael. He puts down the cup and takes a hungry bite from the sandwich, when suddenly someone slips in the seat opposite in. He lifts his head and nearly chokes on his tuna sandwich, staring wide-eyed at the new guest. Change of angle. Andy is beaming at him.</i>

<center>ANDY
Hey, Michael.</center>

<i>Michael chokes on the sandwich and gets a coughing fit. It takes him a moment before his able to speak.</i>

<center>MICHAEL
<i>(still in shock)</i>
What the fuck are you doing here?

ANDY
<i>(cheerful)</i>
I admit I was hoping for a warmer welcome but I'll settle for what I can get. To answer your question - I'm living here.

MICHAEL
What? <i>(confused)</i> Why? I mean… when?

ANDY
<i>(leans back - casually)</i>
About a week ago. <i>(Noticing Michael's questioning look)</i> Well, my therapist advised me to change my life so I quit my job at the hospital and moved here. I'm running a doctor's practice now with an old fellow student of mine.

MICHAEL
Of all cities you chose Pittsburgh?

ANDY
<i>(shrugging)</i>
It's my hometown. My parents live here and I thought I could rekindle some of the old friendships.</center>

<i>The undertone is undoubtedly seductive as well as the look Andy is giving him.</i>

<center>MICHAEL
<i>(leans on the table top - narrowing his eyes)</i>
If this is about –</center>

<i>He falls silent, because Debbie shows up at their table, attracted by the handsome, unfamiliar guy her son's talking to and she makes no secret of her curiosity. As usual she's dressed in her colorful waitress outfit, her shirt says: Bottoms up!</i>

<center>DEBBIE
<i>(chewing on her gum)</i>
Hey, baby. Who's this cutie? A new face in town?

ANDY
<i>(giving her a charming smile)</i>
Actually an old one. Do you remember me?

DEBBIE
Wait a second <i>(She examines his face, then his butt. It just takes her three seconds)</i> Andy. Of course I remember you. <i>(She puts her hand on Michael's back)</i> I never forget a butt. You were Michael's first real boyfriend.

MICHAEL
<i>(embarrassed)</i>
Ma.

ANDY
<i>(looking directly into Michael's eyes)</i>
Michael is a great guy. It's a shame he isn't up for grabs anymore.

DEBBIE
<i>(laughing)</i>
I bet he wouldn't mind you grabbing his ass.</center>

<i>Andy joins her, but Michael doesn't seem to think it's a laughing matter. He looks quite unhappy.</i>

CUT TO: INT. DEBBIE'S AND CARL'S HOUSE - THE KITCHEN - DAY
<i>The counter's crammed with baking utensils - pans, pots, cans, a sieve, various spoons and cups. The camera pans over to Emmett and Darren. They're crouching in front of the oven.</i>

<center>DARREN
It's looking fine.

EMMETT
<i>(with a hint of pessimism)</i>
Yeah, for right now.</center>

<i>Change to the inside of the oven. We see them peering at a baking tin. The batter is slowly developing a golden brown color. Suddenly a door is slammed shut. They both turn around to look at Rel, who's strolling into the living room.</i>

<center>REL
<i>(entering the kitchen)</i>
Hey, guys. Carl's working in the garden. He said I could use the back door. <i>(with an interested look at the oven)</i> What's in there?</center>

<i>Emmett and Darren straighten up.</i>

<center>DARREN
<i>(proudly)</i>
An experimental fruitcake.</center>

<i>Rel bends down to take a look at their creation, while Emmett starts to clean up the mess.</i>

<center>REL
<i>(screwing up his face)</i>
It looks like a huge, golden Penis. With balls. That's weird.

DARREN
<i>(passing Emmett a mixing bowl)</i>
I would say unique. It's for Zack O'Tool's birthday party.

REL
<i>(leans backwards against the counter)</i>
Who the hell is Zack O'Tool?

EMMETT
<i>(putting dirty spoons into the bowl)</i>
He's a porn legend, honey. He's got a twelve inch dick.

REL
<i>(in disbelief)</i>
No shit.

EMMETT
I'll lend you some of my DVDs. For educational purposes only of course.

REL
<i>(grinning)</i>
Cool.</center>

<i>With a quick movement he comes to sit on the counter.</i>

<center>DARREN
<i>(throwing some empty cans into the garbage can - over his shoulder)</i>
It's half past nine. Shouldn't you be in school?</center>

<i>Emmett reaches for another spoon to stuff into the bowl, but Rel makes a quick snatch at it.</i>

<center>REL
<i>(licking off the batter)</i>
I've got a private tutor but since the exams are over I thought I shouldn't waste my time with further studies of history or math so I told him I wasn't feeling well.

EMMETT
<i>(takes the spoon out of Rel's hand)</i>
Does your father know of your sudden illness?

REL
<i>(rolling his eyes)</i>
Oh, come on. I had to get out of there. I'm sick of being caged like a canary. I wanna go out, have a real life, you know? Including a job. Earning my own money, becoming independent from my father.

DARREN
<i>(takes a quick look at his feet)</i>
Have you ever tried walking in stockings? You've got really nice ankles. Kiki told me they're planning on setting up a new drag show.

REL
I was talking about a real job.

DARREN
<i>(offended)</i>
What does a chicken like you know about the hard work you've gotta invest for giving a perfect performance on stage.</center>

<i>He grabs a wiping cloth and stalks over to the table.</i>

<center>EMMETT
What do you have in mind? Walking people's dogs or becoming a paper boy?

REL
<i>(shrugs)</i>
I thought maybe you'd need some help. I could be your personal assistant. Organizing your appointments, calling the delicatessen, drive the car.

DARREN
<i>(from the background)</i>
We do that all by ourselves. Thanks.

EMMETT
I'm afraid Darren's right. <i>(noticing the disappointed expression on Rel's face)</i> If the order situation stays on the current level I think we'll be able to expand in a few months. Maybe we could find something for you to do then.

REL
I need a job now.

EMMETT
<i>(patting his thigh)</i>
I'm sorry, sweetie.

REL
<i>(slides from the counter - in a huff)</i>
Well, if you don't wanna help me I'll ask at Meathook. I heard they're looking for some new dungeon slaves.

DARREN
<i>(casting him a nasty look)</i>
Good idea. Ask them for a ball gag.

REL
<i>(ignores Darren's remark and leans against the counter next to the sink)</i>
Or I could dance on the bar at Babylon. I'm young and cute. I bet I could make some bucks.

EMMETT
<i>(putting on pink rubber gloves)</i>
Well, you wouldn't be the first one to try that. Let me tell you, it won't work out. Besides, there's no way you could get on the bar. Brian's not Sapperstein. He takes a blow job for granted.

REL
Brian? <i>(Emmett turns on the water)</i> He's pretty hot for someone his age. I heard some guys talking about him. They said sex with him would be incredible. Is it true that he's able to have multiple orgasms?

EMMETT
<i>(adding dish soap)</i>
I really don't want to know.

REL
He runs this ad agency, right?

EMMETT
<i>(pointing at Rel with a foamed pink finger)</i>
Just stay away from him.

REL
I have to go. <i>(He straightens up - walking out of the picture)</i> See you guys later.

EMMETT
<i>(turns off the water)</i>
Rel!

DARREN
<i>(steps next to Emmett - looking after Rel)</i>
Do you think Brian will actually give him a job?

EMMETT
<i>(shaking his head)</i>
No way.</center>

<i>He tries to sound like he's convinced of his statement, but according to the expression on his face he's not really sure about it.</i>

CUT TO: INT. THE NEW YORK ASC - VINCE'S ROOM - DAY
<i>Close up of a TV screen. Two martial arts fighters - one's got the head of a werewolf - are involved in a serious videogame battle on some temple ground. They're kicking and jumping, determined to beat the hell out of their prevailing opponent. Werewolf gives the black haired fighter a hook to the chin.</i>

<center>LOU'S VOICE
Hey, easy. I'm a virgin.</center>

<i>The camera widens up and pans to the left, over four naked feet, two pair of legs, each stuck in a pair of jeans, until Lou and Justin come into view. They're lying on Vince's bed, backs against the bedstead, eyes fixed on the TV, while they're each handling a control pad. A bowl with cookies is placed between them.</i>

<center>JUSTIN
<i>(grinning)</i>
I have my doubts about that.

LOU
<i>(gives his 'real' legs a kick in response and turns her eyes back to the screen)</i>
I swear I've never played a video game before.

JUSTIN
Well, you're either a liar or a fucking natural talent. <i>(grimacing)</i> Uh, great. That was my left incisor.

LOU
<i>(triumphant)</i>
Ha! Come on, give me a smile!</center>

<i>Vince strolls into the room with a ominous smile on his face, hiding something between his back.</i>

<center>VINCE
Hey, folks. I've got great surprise.

LOU
<i>(raising her brows)</i>
You finally cleaned the bathroom, what you promised to do last Monday by the way.

VINCE
<i>(rolling his eyes)</i>
Forget the fucking toilet. It's got nothing to do with boring housework.</center>

<i>He steps in front of the TV and blocks their view to the screen. Justin and Lou give him an annoyed look.</i>

<center>LOU
<i>(indignant)</i>
Hey! I had him in a headlock.

JUSTIN
And I was about to introduce her to my left elbow.

VINCE
<i>(holding up two tickets)</i>
I have two tickets for a classical concert at the Carnegie Hall.

LOU
<i>(mocking)</i>
Yippee. Justin, give him a cookie.

VINCE
<i>(pointing at them)</i>
One of you is going to accompany me. Volunteers to the front.

JUSTIN
<i>(lowers his control pad - giving him a questioning look)</i>
Since when are you interested in classical music?

VINCE
<i>(shrugs)</i>
I've always been an admirer of the fine arts.

LOU
<i>(crosses her arms over her chest)</i>
Says the boy who thinks a mandolin is a new South African citrus fruit. Won the tickets in a card game with your pizza pals from Angelo's?

VINCE
<i>(pokes out his tongue at her)</i>
The new barkeeper at Darcy's gave them to me. He said the two guys are really good and total cuties. Rumor has it one of them might be gay. I'd love to find out if that's true. <i>(with puppy eyes)</i> Come on. It's going to be real fun.

JUSTIN
Why don't you ask Lucky?

VINCE
<i>(gloomily)</i>
Because he's already going. With somebody else.

LOU
<i>(holding up her hands)</i>
Count me out. I'm not going on another stalking trip with you. We ended up in jail last time, remember? <i>(Justin gives her a questioning look)</i> Don't ask.

VINCE
<i>(addressing Justin)</i>
It's a long story. Justin, please. I'll do the dishes for you next week.</center>

<i>Lou snorts. Justin rests his arm on his knee and sighs.</i>

<center>JUSTIN
<i>(giving in)</i>
Alright. I'll go with you.

VINCE
<i>(smiles happily - with a sidelong glare at Lou)</i>
You are a 'real' friend. <i>(He throws a leaflet on the bed)</i> Here's the program.</center>

<i>Justin doesn't pay attention to it because Vince turns around and unblocks their view to the TV. The fight inflames immediately. Justin reaches for a cookie, fighting Lou single-handed. At the same moment his attention gets caught by the leaflet. He blinks in surprise, lowers the pad and stares at the printed picture at the back. It shows Ethan, passionately playing his most beloved instrument: His violin. In the background, Lou or rather Black-Hair kicks Justin - a.k.a. Werewolf - in the gut and sends him flying trough the air, unpleasantly landing on the temple ground.</i>

<center>LOU
<i>(snapping her fingers)</i>
Ha! Gotcha! <i>(turns to look at him)</i> Justin? Are - are you okay?

JUSTIN
<i>(still looking at the leaflet)</i>
Yeah, I'm- I'm fine.

LOU
You know that guy? <i>(Justin nods)</i> Cousin? Classmate? Ex-lover. <i>(Justin presses his lips together)</i> Oh, dear.</center>

<i>The camera moves down to the leaflet. Close up of Ethan's picture.</i>

CUT TO: INT. KINNETIK - DAY
<i>Brian's sitting at his desk, looking at some ads in various magazines which are covering the table top. Focus on a medium sized Prada shoe carton which is noisily placed on the table top. Confused, Brian looks up and directly into Ted's stern face.</i>

<center>BRIAN
That's really thoughtful of you, Theodore but you're a little late. My birthday was about two months ago.

TED
<i>(apparently not in a joking mood)</i>
Well, this is not exactly a present. Doesn't it look familiar to you? Cynthia put it on my desk this morning.

BRIAN
<i>(takes a look at the box)</i>
Oh, right. I remember. <i>(smiling innocently)</i> I told her to.

TED
<i>(tapping on its top)</i>
This box is filled with all your bills and receipts of flights, hotel rooms, meetings and dinners from the last six months.

BRIAN
<i>(shrugging)</i>
I thought you might need them for my statement of expenses.

TED
<i>(puts his hand on the table)</i>
Wrong. <i>(pointing at Brian)</i> You'll need them for your statement of expenses. <i>(He straightens up)</i> I'm not going to work extra shifts tonight. I've got tickets for the opera.

BRIAN
<i>(annoyed)</i>
If you want men in tights watch Robin Hood and besides I could fire your ass if I wanted to.

TED
<i>(crosses his arms over his chest)</i>
Well, you're the boss but I doubt you'll find somebody as versatile as me.

BRIAN
<i>(surprised by Ted's resolution)</i>
Aren't you afraid talking to me like th-</center>

<i>He's interrupted by Rel, who pokes his head through the door.</i>

<center>REL
Brian Kinney?

BRIAN
<i>(frowning at him)</i>
Who the fuck are you?

TED
<i>(to Brian - in a low voice)</i>
The Hayward boy. During the past quarter of an hour he was constantly nagging me and Cynthia about becoming your new assistant. <i>(addressing Rel, who's standing in the doorway, hands in his pockets. He suddenly seems to have lost his self-confidence)</i> I already told you we don't have any vacant jobs so beat it!

REL
<i>(with a pleading look in his eyes)</i>
I could make coffee or take out the garbage. There's nothing I wouldn't do.</center>

<i>Brian doesn't answer, his brain's working fast. Cynthia comes up behind Rel.</i>

<center>CYNTHIA
I'm sorry Brian. <i>(glaring at Rel)</i> He slipped in while I was on the phone. I'll show him out.</center>

<i>She takes him by the arm. Defeated, Rel drops his head and follows her.</i>

<center>BRIAN
<i>(with a sidelong glance at the box)</i>
Cynthia, wait a minute. <i>(They both turn to look at him. Addressing Rel)</i> What are you doing tonight?

REL
<i>(pleasantly surprised)</i>
I'm free for everything.

BRIAN
<i>(gets up from his chair - satisfied)</i>
Good, 'cause we're going to do some kinky stuff.

REL
<i>(beaming at him)</i>
I'm your man.

TED AND CYNTHIA
Brian.

BRIAN
<i>(steps next to Ted and leans against the desk - enjoying their bewilderment - to Ted)</i>
Like you just pointed out I'm the boss. I can hire whoever I want. <i>(addressing Rel)</i> My office, six p.m. Don't be late.

REL
I won't.</center>

<i>He leaves. Cynthia gives Ted a blank look, then shrugs and walks back to her desk.</i>

<center>TED
<i>(turns to Brian)</i>
Do you think that's wise? You and him alone in your office? 

BRIAN
<i>(puts his hand on Ted's shoulder)</i>
Don't worry. I'll leave the door open so I can scream for help in case he makes any improper advances.</center>

<i>According to the look on his face, Ted doesn't seem to think it's a laughing matter.</i>

CUT TO: INT. BRUCKNER/NOVOTNY'S - LIVING ROOM - DAY
<i>Hunter and Lilly are standing in front of the staircase. Hunter is wearing a tux, while Lilly obviously bought a new dress. It's made of claret silk and gives her a very unusual glamorous appearance. She's looking quite beautiful indeed. They turn towards the camera and give us a smile. The release clicks and flash! Somebody's taking pictures of them. Change to them standing in front of the couch. Hunter puts his arm around Lilly's shoulders, but instead of the expected smile, she surprises him with a kiss. Click and flash. They topple over the back of the couch. Change to the small hallway. Hunter opens the door and offers Lilly his hand. Click and flash.</i>

<center>HUNTER
<i>(lets her go - annoyed)</i>
Can we please go now?</center>

<i>Change of angle. Michael is peering through the viewfinder of a camera. Ben comes up behind him.</i>

<center>BEN
<i>(puts his hands on Michael's shoulder)</i>
I think we have enough pictures by now.

MICHAEL
<i>(lowering the camera)</i>
I just want to take the last one in front of <i>(Three pair of eyes cast him an irritated look. Realizing)</i> - I'm acting like my mother, aren't I?

BEN
You just inherited the natural Novotny enthusiasm.</center>

<i>Hunter helps Lilly into her coat like a true gentleman.</i>

<center>LILLY
<i>(addressing Michael)</i>
Did you have a prom date back in high school?

MICHAEL
I went with Brian.

LILLY
<i>(buttoning up her coat)</i>
He was your boyfriend then?

HUNTER
<i>(exchanges a knowing grin with Ben while putting on his jacket)</i>
No, but Michael had a major crush on him.

MICHAEL
<i>(frowning at Hunter)</i>
I think it's time for you to go now. You don't wanna be late, do you?</center>

<i>Lilly laughs. Hunter picks up his duffle bag which was standing next to the door.</i>

<center>HUNTER
<i>(addressing Michael and Ben)</i>
It's so cool you rented a room for us.

BEN
<i>(to Lilly - skeptical)</i>
Your dad's really okay with that?

LILLY
<i>(easy-going)</i>
Since there is no virginity to protect anymore, he doesn't mind. Besides, he knows I can look after myself.

BEN
<i>(mischievously smiling at Hunter)</i>
Well, maybe you could keep an eye on Hunter then.

HUNTER
Very funny.

LILLY
<i>(links arms with Hunter)</i>
Don't worry. I'll make sure he keeps his pants on until the official part is over.</center>

<i>Ben and Michael exchange an amused look. Hunter and Lilly turn to leave.</i>

<center>MICHAEL
Have fun.</center>

<i>The camera follows the teenagers the way down to Stuart's Mercedes which is parked in front of the house.</i>

<center>LILLY
Hey, you wanna drive?</center>

<i>When he beams at her, she throws the keys to him. Hunter catches them and opens the passenger's door for her. The camera retreats and moves back to the house.</i>

<center>MICHAEL
<i>(sighs)</i>
Did you realize he's really growing up?

BEN
Yeah, it seems like yesterday that we found him sleeping on our doorstep.</center>

<i>We hear the engine start with a roar and the car rolls down the street and out of the picture. Michael and Ben return inside the house. Change to the living room.</i>

<center>MICHAEL
<i>(walking over to the coffee table to put the camera back in its bag)</i>
I'm glad he met this girl, even though her father is a total weirdo. She's really good for Hunter.</center>

<i>Having his back turned toward him, Michael doesn't notice that the expression on Ben's face became serious. Michael picks up the fastening of the aperture.</i>

<center>BEN
<i>(out of the blue)</i>
Who's Andy? <i>(Michael holds his breath for a split second, then slowly turns to look at Ben)</i> You dozed off on the couch today, remember? You were tossing and turning in your sleep, constantly saying this name.

MICHAEL
<i>(his voice slightly shaking)</i>
I-I knew an Andy once but that was long before I met you.</center>

<i>Unable to look at his concerned face any longer, Michael turn around again and nervously fumbles with the camera, expecting the bomb to go off at any moment.</i>

<center>BEN
Michael, is there something you'd like to tell me?</center>

<i>The fastening slips out of his fingers and hits the coffee table.</i>

<center>MICHAEL
Shit.</center>

<i>He closes his eyes, then braces himself and turn to look at Ben.</i>

<center>BEN
<i>(fixing his eyes)</i>
I'm wondering what happened between the two of you? You said he should go.

MICHAEL
<i>(for a split second he wavers, but sticks to the lie)</i>
I dated him the summer after graduation and he- he did it with Brian. We broke up. That's all. I have no idea why I was dreaming of him. Really.

BEN
<i>(skeptical)</i>
You never told me of him.

MICHAEL
It was ages ago and there wasn't much to tell.

BEN
<i>(doesn't seem to be entirely convinced)</i>
Alright, if you say so.</center>

<i>Michael forces himself to smile, then turns around and picks up the fastening from the coffee table, while Ben is watching him with a pensive expression on his face.</i>

CUT TO: INT. CARNEGIE HALL - NEW YORK - EVENING
<i>The tiers are filled with people who came to watch the concert. The camera pans to the left, over to Vince and Justin, who are sitting close to the stage.</i>

<center>JUSTIN
<i>(giving Vince an inquiring look)</i>
What did you do to get these tickets?

VINCE
<i>(shrugs)</i>
I told you Ray, the new barman at Darcy's, gave them to me.

JUSTIN
<i>(amused)</i>
Because you've got such a cute butt.

VINCE
No, because I performed the whole scale on his flute and he thought that I was musically gifted. <i>(He points at the front row)</i> Look, he's over there.

JUSTIN
<i>(confused)</i>
Ray?

VINCE
No, Lucky. <i>(We get a quick look at a black haired guy with bronze colored skin and a very handsome face. He's sitting next to a slender guy with brown hair)</i> You see the guy who's with him? God, he's so thin and he looks like a total nerd. I bet he's got balls in the size of two walnuts.

JUSTIN
Don't you think it's a bit pathetic stalking him like this?

VINCE
<i>(after a quick thought)</i>
No, I don't think so. <i>(The lights are switched off. Vince isn't pleased)</i> Hey, how I am supposed to see anything now?

SPEAKER
Ladies and Gentlemen, please welcome tonight's artists. Mr. Linus van Gelderen with his wonderful orchestra and as a special guest: Mr. Ethan Gold.</center>

<i>As the audience applauds, the spotlights illuminate the stage. The curtain is drawn and we can see the two violin players standing in front of the orchestra, smiling and slightly bowing. They're both wearing black trousers and a white shirt with an open collar. Linus van Gelderen is a slender, ash-blond guy about Justin's age. Even though he's not exactly a looker he has charisma, especially when he's smiling. Ethan's standing next to him. He didn't change much, but he got rid of his chin rat and his hair is a bit longer. In contrast to Linus, Ethan's smile lacks of the other man's natural charm. Change to Justin. He looks at Ethan and wrinkles his brows. Back to the stage. Linus and Ethan pick up their instruments and the concert begins.</i>

CUT TO: INT. PITTSBURGH OPERA - FOYER - EVENING
<i>The foyer is crowded with people, clad in evening dresses. They're chatting and sipping at their drinks. Ted and Emmett come into view. They're standing next to a staircase, drinking some sparkling wine.</i>

<center>TED
I hope you're not too bored. I know you just said yes because you took pity on me.

EMMETT
That's not true, Teddy. I don't mind operas even though I don't understand the parts that are in Italian. <i>(He takes a sip from his drink. Ted laughs)</i> How did you like it so far?

TED
<i>(heaves a sigh)</i>
I really wish I could enjoy it but all I can think about is that Blake took off this morning. <i>(shaking his head)</i> I still can't believe that he left. I was hoping he'd change his mind. He didn't even want me to take him to the airport. He said it would just make it harder for him.

EMMETT
Maybe you should see the positive aspects.

TED
<i>(wrinkling his brows)</i>
What could be positive about him spending a whole fucking year meditating in Asia?

EMMETT
<i>(optimistic)</i>
He will eventually realize that you are the love of his life and he never wants to be separated from you again.

TED
<i>(sarcastic)</i>
Or he'll meet some Indian twink and move into a temple in the middle of the jungle.

EMMETT
<i>(frowning at him)</i>
Where's your optimism? Where's your fighting spirit?

TED
<i>(matter-of-factly)</i>
Left me along with my boyfriend. <i>(Emmett takes another sip from his drink and scans the crowd)</i> Oh, I wish he'd never met that awful woman. It's all her fault. She kinda brainwashed him.

EMMETT
<i>(eyes still turned in the direction of the bar)</i>
Speaking of awful women, I'm seeing the harpy.

TED
<i>(confused)</i>
Who?

EMMETT
<i>(motioning with his head in the direction of a cluster of upper-class people)</i>
Mrs. Virginia Hammond, reinstated Queen of the Schickel empire.</center>

<i>Ted turns around to take a look at Mrs. 'harpy' Hammond. Unfortunately a guy with black, curly hair passes him at the same moment. As they collide Ted spills his drink over both their shirts.</i>

<center>TED
<i>(shocked)</i>
Oh, my goodness. I'm so sorry. I didn't see you coming.

GUY
I wasn't looking either. <i>(tugging at his shirt, examining the mess)</i> Shit, I hope Betty's got another shirt for me.

TED
I'll pay for the damage of course.

GUY
<i>(shaking his head)</i>
That's not necessary. <i>(looking down at his shirt again)</i> I think it'll wash out.

TED
<i>(resolutely)</i>
I insist.

GUY
<i>(giving Ted a reassuring smile)</i>
No, really. It's okay. Our costume designer will give me a new one.

TED
<i>(stunned)</i>
You're one of the artists?

GUY
<i>(with a crooked grin)</i>
No supporting role, but I'm working on it. <i>(smiling at Ted)</i> My name's Cesare by the way.

EMMETT
<i>(jumps in - touching his own chest)</i>
I'm Emmett and the guy who spilled his drink over you <i>(He puts his arm around Ted's shoulders)</i> is my friend Ted Schmidt. We really enjoyed the performance so far. It's a great play. <i>(whispering to Ted)</i> Do you say play?

TED
<i>(nervously)</i>
It was - erm - amazing.

CESARE
I'm pleased to hear that. You know, a lot of people apparently just come here because it's some sort of social must. I prefer the part of the audience who came to see the performance because they simply love the music.

EMMETT
Ted's a huge fan of operas. You should see his CD collection. It's impressive.

CESARE
<i>(giving Ted a flirtatious look)</i>
Really? I'd love to see it.

TED
<i>(feeling uncomfortable)</i>
It's not that-

EMMETT
<i>(interrupting him)</i>
How about dinner tomorrow evening, six p.m.? <i>(Ted casts him a look of complete bewilderment)</i> Ted's an excellent cook.

CESARE
<i>(enthusiastically)</i>
That sounds great.

TED
I -

EMMETT
<i>(hands him Ted's business card which he just took out of Ted's pocket)</i>
Here's his card.

CESARE
Thanks. <i>(turning to leave)</i> See you tomorrow then.</center>

<i>He just walked out of the picture, when Ted turns to Emmett.</i>

<center>TED
<i>(furious)</i>
What the hell was that?

EMMETT
<i>(matter-of-factly)</i>
I just hooked you up with an Italian opera singer.

TED
<i>(dryly)</i>
I've noticed. I was there, although you successfully ignored my presence.

EMMETT
What's the problem?

TED
<i>(reproachful)</i>
Didn't you tell me not to give up on Blake just two minutes ago? He's not even gone for twelve hours and you've already arranged a dinner with some cute Italian for me.

EMMETT
I just thought it would cheer you up a bit. You can't sit around all day and mourn about your absent boyfriend. It won't do any harm to have dinner with a good-looking, sophisticated man and I got the impression he really likes you.

TED
Great, why didn't you push me off a cliff right away and spare me the torture?

EMMETT
<i>(in a huff)</i>
Alright, if you don't want to meet him I'll go and tell him the dinner's cancelled.

TED
<i>(vitriolic)</i>
I'm not a child, I can speak for myself. Christ, you really should get yourself a boyfriend, Em.

EMMETT
<i>(raising his brows)</i>
What's that supposed to mean?

TED
Nothing. I'm sorry.</center>

<i>The bell rings to tell the audience that the play is going to continue in a few minutes. Relieved, Ted heads towards the open entrance doors of the hall. Emmett follows him in a distance with a discontent expression on his face.</i>

CUT TO: INT. KINNETIK - BRIAN'S OFFICE - EVENING
<i>Brian is sitting in his chair. Heaps of papers of various colors and sizes are covering his desk. The camera pans down to the floor. Rel is sitting cross-legged in front of a line of stacks, looking at three bills.</i>

<center>REL
<i>(with a hint of disappointment)</i>
When you said kinky I thought you meant something exciting.</center>

<i>Brian's head emerges from above. He's peering over the empty shoe box down at Rel.</i>

<center>BRIAN
<i>(matter-of-factly)</i>
Well, if you could find the invoice from the Four Seasons it would definitely make <i>my</i> heart skip.

REL
I think I saw it. <i>(taking a look at the loose papers, lying in a circle around him)</i> Somewhere around here.

BRIAN
Then keep looking.

REL
<i>(picks up a receipt)</i>
Lube and condoms. Fun. <i>(He puts it on a stack to his left and takes the next one)</i> Condoms and lube. More fun. <i>(Same stack. The next receipt causes him to wrinkle his brows. Addressing Brian)</i> What did you need a gilded dildo for?

BRIAN
<i>(eyes fixed on his computer screen)</i>
That was a gift for one of the clients.

REL
<i>(holding up the receipt)</i>
The handcuffs too?

BRIAN
I got a discount.

REL
<i>(shrugging)</i>
Well, I guess you can also have fun in business.</center>

<i>He checks the date and puts it on a stack in the middle of the line. Cynthia appears in the doorway. She's put on a jacket and is carrying a handbag.</i>

<center>CYNTHIA
Brian, I'm gonna go now. Do you want me to lock the front door?

BRIAN
<i>(looks up from the screen)</i>
No, I ordered Kung Pao Chicken a while ago. The fucking delivery boy probably can't find the entrance again.

CYNTHIA
<i>(smiles)</i>
Okay. Have fun boys.

BRIAN
<i>(with a short nod)</i>
See you tomorrow.</center>

<i>She waves them goodbye and leaves. Brian concentrates his attention back to the screen.</i>

<center>REL
It must be great. <i>(Brian looks at him)</i> Being like you.

BRIAN
Well, it is. Speaking from my own, personal experience.

REL
<i>(with admiration)</i>
You can do whatever you want, have every guy you want. <i>(silently)</i> I wish I could be at least a bit like you.

BRIAN
<i>(gently)</i>
What's wrong with being you?

REL
<i>(frustrated)</i>
I'm insecure and boring. Daddy's little boy, who's always doing what he's told. Nobody takes me seriously. I'm pathetic. <i>(with a depressed look at his arms)</i> I don't even have proper muscles.

BRIAN
Get yourself a membership at the gym and your last problem will be solved.

REL
The gym?

BRIAN
<i>(in a high-pitched voice)</i>
That enchanted place where they have stairmasters, treadmills and those sweet, little barbells. <i>(In his normal voice)</i> Experience shows that building up your muscles also have the pleasant side effect of building up your self esteem. I got the feeling you could really use a reconstruction in that department.

REL
<i>(smiling)</i>
Thanks.

BRIAN
For what?

REL
For being nice.

BRIAN
<i>(frowning at him)</i>
I'm not - nice. I just wanted you to stop wailing and go back to work.

REL
<i>(sees through it - grinning)</i>
Whatever… <i>(Brian turns to his computer. Rel grabs another sheet of paper. He takes a look at it and smiles with satisfaction. Holding up a sheet of paper)</i> Hey, I think I found the Four Seasons.</center>

<i>He's barely finished the sentence when Buster comes up from behind and snaps the invoice out of his hand, carrying it like a trophy in his fangs.</i>

<center>REL
<i>(scrambling to his feet)</i>
Hey, you little monster. Give that back!</center>

<i>Thrilled that he became the center of attention, Buster makes a run for the open door and vanishes around the corner, followed by a swearing Rel. Just a moment later we hear a loud bang, something hits the floor and somebody screams in Chinese. Brian rubs his right temple, shakes his head and gets up from the chair. He approaches the door and turns around the corner. Chinese food is spread on the floor and the delivery man is shouting (probably using a lot of swear words) at an unhappy Rel, while Buster is helping himself freely to the chicken with wild enthusiasm. Brian approaches them with a frown.</i>

<center>REL
<i>(apologetic)</i>
It's not my fault. It was an accident.

BRIAN
I really don't give a shit. <i>(He grabs Buster by his collar, but the dog is totally fixed on this unexpected snack and refuses to give up on it so easily)</i> Stop it! <i>(He drags a reluctant Buster back to his office. They come to a halt in front of his office. Addressing Rel)</i> If the dog pukes all over my loft tonight, I'll let you scrub the toilets for the next three weeks. Now clean up this mess. <i>(to the delivery man)</i> The same again, this time I'd prefer to have it delivered on my desk.</center>

<i>He closes the door behind him. Rel and the delivery man look at each other. The guy gives him a slap on the back of his head.</i>

<center>CHINESE GUY
<i>(with a slight accent)</i>
Thanks a fucking lot.</center>

CUT TO: INT. NEW YORK - CARNEGIE HALL - FOYER - NIGHT
<i>The doors of the hall are swung open and a flood of people pours into the foyer, Vince and Justin are among them.</i>

<center>VINCE
That was… classical. I guess. And the boys. They were really - yummy.

JUSTIN
<i>(amused)</i>
Spoken like a true admirer of the fine arts.</center>

<i>They come to stand in front of a rack with various flyers.</i>

<center>VINCE
<i>(enthusiastic)</i>
Do you think they'd give us a private performance? We could try sneaking in the backstage area and find out.

JUSTIN
You go ahead. I'll wait outside.

VINCE
<i>(takes Justin's hand - disappointed)</i>
Oh, come on, Justin. Don't be such a party-poop.

JUSTIN
<i>(pointing over Vince's shoulder)</i>
Hey, look at that. Lucky is making out with walnut balls.

VINCE
<i>(lets go off Justin)</i>
Where?! <i>(He turns around but Lucky is nowhere in sight. Turning back to Justin)</i> Very funny, you- <i>(Justin is gone. Vince takes a look around)</i> Justin? Dammit.</center>

<i>Change to the outside. The door of the back exit opens and Justin steps out into the mild spring night. He takes out a pack of cigarettes, lights one and stuffs the rest back into his pocket. Leaning against the wall, he takes a drag and closes his eyes for a moment. He's just exhaled the smoke, when suddenly the door opens again. Justin turns to look. Ethan steps out, accompanied by a blonde woman in high heels and a black dress.</i>

<center>GIRL
<i>(chatting in a carefree manner)</i>
You were brilliant today. <i>(Ethan spots Justin and comes to an abrupt halt)</i> Did you see the look on Linus face? He –</center>

<i>She turns to look at Ethan who's suddenly frozen to the spot, staring at Justin, completely taken aback. Justin straightens up.</i>

<center>GIRL
<i>(touching Ethan's arm)</i>
Hey, what's wrong? <i>(Finally noticing Justin's presence)</i> Oh. Who's he?

ETHAN
<i>(more speaking to himself than answering her question)</i>
Justin.

GIRL
<i>(recognizing the name)</i>
Oh, <i>this</i> Justin. <i>(to Justin - easy- going)</i> It's nice to meet you. I heard a lot about you. I'm Melody. <i>(He puts her arm around a still motionless fiddler)</i> Ethan's beard.

JUSTIN
<i>(with a short nod)</i>
Hey.</center>

<i>For a moment there's an awkward silence, then Melody lets go off Ethan.</i>

<center>MELODY
<i>(cheerful)</i>
Well, I bet you guys have a lot to 'discuss'. I'll wait over there and keep a watchful eye on the street. <i>(To Justin)</i> The paparazzi have really been on his tail lately.</center>

<i>She struts out of the picture. The sound of her heels on the sidewalk slowly fades. Justin takes a last drag from his cigarette, lets it drop to the ground and grinds it out.</i>

<center>JUSTIN
<i>(exhales the smoke)</i>
Still playing hide and seek, huh?

ETHAN
<i>(puts his hands in his pockets and shrugs)</i>
It's not that I've got a choice.

JUSTIN
We always have a choice <i>(Ethan remains silent)</i> So you did it. You're living your dream.

ETHAN
Just like you. I read a few articles in the Artforum.

JUSTIN
<i>(puts his hands in pockets of his jeans - shrugging)</i>
Well, the author has a crush on me, so it was probably not very objective.

ETHAN
<i>(sounding a bit nostalgic)</i>
I always knew you would be successful. You're a great artist.

JUSTIN
I can return the compliment. <i>(Looking at the building)</i> I mean, it's the Carnegie Hall. You've got to play with an orchestra.

ETHAN
<i>(shaking his head)</i>
It's not mine. It's Linus'.

JUSTIN
Whatever…

ETHAN
<i>(uncertain)</i>
Erm… Do you wanna grab a coffee? <i>(We see hope reflecting in his eyes)</i> We could talk.

JUSTIN
<i>(in a calm voice)</i>
There's nothing more to say.

ETHAN
<i>(with resignation)</i>
No, probably not. Are you - Are you still seeing <i>him</i>?

JUSTIN
Well, Brian and I are partners, if that's what you wanted to know.

ETHAN
<i>(in disbelief)</i>
He came with you? To New York?

JUSTIN
<i>(calmly)</i>
Some people are able to be apart and together at the same time, but that's something you'll probably never understand.</center>

<i>That hits the bulls eye. Uncomfortably, Ethan takes a look over his shoulder. Melody is sitting in a cab, waiting for him.</i>

<center>ETHAN
<i>(eager to escape the unpleasant situation)</i>
I have to go. The cab is waiting.</center>

<i>He turns around and walks towards the car. Just before he gets in, Justin calls him back.</i>

<center>JUSTIN
Ethan… <i>(He stops and turns to look at Justin)</i> Are you happy?

ETHAN
<i>(in a sad voice)</i>
I try.</center>

<i>He gets into the cab and closes the door. Justin fingers feel for the little item, hanging on the chain around his neck. He takes it out from under his shirt and moves the ring between his fingers, pensively watching the cab roll off.</i>

CUT TO: INT. KINNETIK - MORNING
<i>The camera is lowered to the ground. The entrance door swings open and a happy Buster enters Kinnetik, followed by Brian's legs. The dog makes a beeline to the spot where the chicken accident happened a few hours ago and starts sniffing round the floor. Back to normal angle.</i>

<center>BRIAN
<i>(passing him)</i>
Dream on.</center>

<i>Buster looks after him and sneezes. Brian, who approaches Cynthia's desk.</i>

<center>CYNTHIA
<i>(smiling)</i>
Morning boss. You really look like shit today.

BRIAN
<i>(grimacing)</i>
It was a long night. I need a probiotic yoghurt with fresh strawberries and a really strong coffee.

CYNTHIA
Good idea. <i>(pointing at his office)</i> I think you'll need one.</center>

<i>Brian, who was going through a pile of magazines on Cynthia's desk, turns to look. Emmett is sitting in front of his desk, his legs crossed and an impatient expression on his face. Cynthia takes a piece of paper and writes something down.</i>

<center>BRIAN
<i>(frowning at Emmett)</i>
What the fuck is <i>he</i> doing here?

CYNTHIA
<i>(has finished her writing)</i>
I couldn't stop him. Sorry, Brian.

BRIAN
<i>(sarcastic)</i>
Great. Expenses at night and a fairy in the morning. It has to be a nightmare.

CYNTHIA
<i>(over her shoulder)</i>
Roller boy!</center>

<i>Only a split second later. Ty rolls into the picture, a grin on his face.</i>

<center>TY
<i>(saluting)</i>
At your service.

CYNTHIA
<i>(handing him Brian's order)</i>
Make the boss happy.

BRIAN
<i>(pointing at Buster)</i>
Make him even happier and take the dog with you. He needs to run off yesterday's extra carbs.

TY
No problem. <i>(indicating the dog to follow him)</i> Come on, Buster.</center>

<i>The phone rings. As Ty rolls out of the picture Cynthia picks up the receiver and Brian enters his office. Emmett spots him the moment he passes the doorstep. He gets to his feet and doesn't waste any time to take him to task.</i>

<center>EMMETT
<i>(reproachful)</i>
What did you do to him?

BRIAN
<i>(walking over to his desk)</i>
I don't recall doing anything to anybody. <i>(He puts his briefcase on the tabletop)</i> At least not within the past twelve hours.

EMMETT
I called Rel this morning. He said he spent almost the whole night with you.

BRIAN
<i>(sits down)</i>
Drinking coffee and working on my statement of expenses. <i>(Giving him a meaningful glance)</i> Believe me, I had more exciting nights.

EMMETT
How could you give him this job?!

BRIAN
<i>(annoyed)</i>
He wanted it. Practically begged me.

EMMETT
<i>(insistent)</i>
He doesn't know what he wants. He's like a lost puppy looking for a place he belongs to.

BRIAN
<i>(snorts)</i>
You've watched too many fucking Disney movies.

EMMETT
<i>(passionately)</i>
He's only eighteen, Brian. He came out, had his heart broken and desperately tries to get along in a world, which is completely new to him.

BRIAN
<i>(getting angry)</i>
What?! You're always complaining I'm a selfish bitch and when I show a little sympathy it's also wrong? Could you spare me the to and fro and make up your fucking mind?

EMMETT
<i>(resting his hands on the table top and leans forward)</i>
Don't you see? You're raising hopes and you won't live up to the expectations.

BRIAN
<i>(wrinkling his brows)</i>
Jesus, Emmett. I didn't let him suck me off, he just sorted my bills.

EMMETT
<i>(straightens up)</i>
Don't tell me you're not aware of the effect you've got on young, inexperienced boys. Spending half of the night with you alone in this office made him believe it meant something.

BRIAN
It meant that I finally got my fucking statement done.

EMMETT
<i>(puts a hand on his hip)</i>
I'm serious.

BRIAN
Me too. <i>(Emmett glares at him. Brian heaves a sigh)</i> What do I have to do to get rid of you?

EMMETT
Promise me you'll stay away from him.

BRIAN
<i>(leans back in his chair)</i>
Don't worry, Mama Bear. There's nothing I could be less interested in than the ass of your little pup.

EMMETT
<i>(warning)</i>
I'll be keeping an eye on him. And on you.

BRIAN
You really should get a life, Emmett.

EMMETT
<i>(angry)</i>
Fuck you.</center>

<i>He storms out of the room. Brian looks after him, shaking his head.</i>

CUT TO: INT. TED'S CONDO - EVENING
<i>The opera L'Amore Dei Tre Re is playing in the background. Ted and Cesare are sitting at the table. They're in the middle of the main course.</i>

<center>CESARE
<i>(takes a sip from his wine)</i>
My parents emigrated when I was a little boy, but I've been to Italy a couple of times. It's a wonderful country.

TED
<i>(an enraptured expression on his face)</i>
I know. I've been to Venice once. I'd like to go there with Blake one day.

CESARE
I guess he's the guy on the pictures, right? He's not your brother by any chance?

TED
<i>(nods)</i>
My boyfriend.

CESARE
I was afraid you would say that. It's a pity. <i>(lifting his hand)</i> Oh, don't get me wrong. It's just that lately all the cute guys I met were either married or in a relationship but I haven't given up yet.

TED
<i>(with an encouraging smile)</i>
You're a good looking guy. You shouldn't have any problems finding somebody.

CESARE
<i>(sighing)</i>
Apparently it's not that easy. So, you're boyfriend is okay with you having dinner with other guys?

TED
<i>(a hint of bitterness in his voice)</i>
I can't ask him, he's in India. Looking for his inner peace.

CESARE
He couldn't find it here?

TED
<i>(gloomily)</i>
Apparently not. <i>(The doorbell rings. Ted raises a brow in surprise)</i> I wasn't expecting any guests.</center>

<i>He puts down his napkin and gets up. Cesare takes a quick glance at Ted's butt. Change to the other side of the door. Ted opens and nearly sucks in his breath. He's staring at the unexpected visitor in a mixture of shock and surprise. Change of angle. Blake is standing on the doorstep, carrying a small duffle bag.</i>

<center>BLAKE
<i>(smiling)</i>
Hey, Ted.</center>

<i>Ted opens his mouth but he's too baffled to vocalize his thoughts. Blake drops his bag, puts his left arm around Ted's waist and slides the other one around his shoulder, while kissing him very softly on the lips. Ted closes his eyes for a moment and touches Blake's cheek as if too feel if he is really real. They look into each other's eyes.</i>

<center>TED
<i>(hoarsely)</i>
You're really back?

BLAKE
I wasn't sure if I was doing the right thing and by the time we reached Frankfurt I knew the only place I wanted to be was here. In Pittsburgh. With you.</center>

<i>Ted smiles happily, but the moment Blake picks up his duffel bag, he remembers that they're not alone.</i>

<center>TED
<i>(baring his way)</i>
What- What you're doing?

BLAKE
I'm dead tired, Ted. I barely slept within the past twenty four hours and there's a hunky math student in my apartment, who was supposed to live there for the next twelve month. <i>(Walking past a helpless Ted)</i> You really don't have to worry about putting on new duvets just because –</center>

<i>His eye gets caught by Ted's guest. Quick flash to the table.</i>

<center>CESARE
<i>(with a little wave of his hand)</i>
Hi. I assume you're Blake.

TED
<i>(desperately trying to explain)</i>
It's really not like it seems. I met Cesare at the opera, when I accidentally spilled my drink over his shirt and Emmett –

BLAKE
<i>(turns to look at him, a blank expression on his face)</i>
You don't have to explain. I understand.</center>

<i>He turns on the spot and leaves the apartment without looking back.</i>

<center>TED
<i>(following him)</i>
But you have no place to stay. Blake, wait. <i>(screaming down the hallway)</i> Blake! <i>(He hits the doorframe with his hand)</i> Fuck!

CESARE
<i>(comes up next to him and puts his hand on his shoulder)</i>
I'm sorry, Ted. I didn't mean to cause any trouble.

TED
<i>(rubbing his aching hand)</i>
I know. It's my fault. I fucked it up. Why do I always fuck up all things in my whole pathetic life?</center>

CUT TO: SIX FULLER/CORNER OF TREMONT - EVENING
<i>Rel is leaning in the doorway of the building next to Brian's. He's smoking some weed, while watching the other entrance. He straightens up as the door opens and Brian steps out, dressed for a night at Babylon. Rel takes a last drag from his joint, let it drops to the ground and grinds it out. Back to Brian. He's standing in front of the Vette, searching his pockets for the car keys.</i>

<center>BRIAN
Fuck. I'm getting old.</center>

<i>Frustrated, he walks back to the door. Rel 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. Brian's trying to push his key into the lock of the door. He doesn't notice a certain young blonde in a white leather jacket, who's leaning casually against the wall, a duffel bag over his shoulder, watching him with amusement.</i>

<center>BRIAN
<i>(fumbling with the key)</i>
Fuck this shit.

JUSTIN
Hey Mister, need some help?</center>

<i>Frowning Brian turns his head to the left. The expression on his face turns from 'WHAT THE FUCK…?!' to 'HELLO SUNSHINE'. Justin slowly approaches with a seductive smile.</i>

<center>JUSTIN
<i>(comes to stand in front of Brian)</i>
What's the problem?

BRIAN
<i>(huskily)</i>
Can't insert my key.

JUSTIN
<i>(opens his mouth a bit - guiding Brian's hand, without breaking eye contact)</i>
Just slip it in, <i>(the key enters the lock)</i> give a little push <i>(He gives Brian's hand a shove)</i> and move it.</center>

<i>The lock clicks as they turn the key, eyes fixed at each other. There's such an erotic tension, you almost expect it to discharge in a flash. Suddenly Justin throws his arms around Brian. Their lips collide, their tongues lock. Brian's arms clasp around Justin's back. He lifts him up and moves them a bit to the left, so Justin is pressed against the entrance door. Brian's hand slips under Justin's shirt and pulls it up, brushing over the soft skin. They break the kiss.</i>

<center>BRIAN
<i>(slightly out of breath)</i>
I wasn't expecting you.

JUSTIN
<i>(touching Brian's neck)</i>
That's why they call it a surprise visit.</center>

<i>Round two. While Justin is kissing him again, Brian pushes the door open and they almost stumble inside. The camera moves to the right. Rel is standing next to the lamppost, staring at the spot where Brian and Justin just vanished. He's looking hurt and disappointed. The camera approaches the door. Change of angle. We see Rel peering inside. Back to Brian and Justin. They're in front of the elevator, pants already unbuttoned, still busy with kissing, touching, licking and groping. Brian pulls up the bars with one hand, maneuvers them inside and slams the bars down in front of us. Justin turns around and grabs them with both hands, while Brian is putting on the condom. Rel lowers his head and turns away. Quick flash to the elevator. Justin moans as Brian slips his dick into his ass, gives it a little push and moves it  - back and forth.</i>

CUT TO: INT. BRUCKNER/NOVOTNY'S - THE KITCHEN - NIGHT
<i>Michael is fixing himself a peanut butter sandwich. He's only wearing his pajama pants. He passes the counter and enters the little passage which connects the kitchen to the living room.</i>

<center>MICHAEL
<i>(screaming upstairs)</i>
Do you want a sandwich, honey?

BEN'S VOICE
<i>(coming out of the bedroom)</i>
No thanks.</center>

<i>A door opens upstairs, footsteps are approaching. Hunter emerges at the top of the stairs. He's wearing a pair of dark blue boxer shorts and is looks extremely tired.</i>

<center>HUNTER
<i>(leaning over the handrail - annoyed)</i>
Could you please keep it down. Some people are trying to sleep.

MICHAEL
<i>(amused)</i>
Didn't get much last night, huh?

HUNTER
<i>(grouchy)</i>
I won't tell you. Good night.</center>

<i>He turns around and walks back to his room. Grinning, Michael returns to his plate. Before he screws the lid on the glass, he digs his finger into the peanut butter and licks it off with a satisfied expression on his face. He's just about to put the glass back into the fridge when his cell phone vibrates and the ring tone announces an incoming message. Michael wrinkles his brows and picks up his cell. Close up of the display. It says: 'I'm waiting at the back door. If you don't come outside, I'll come in. A.' Alarmed his gaze shifts to the door.</i>

<center>BEN'S VOICE
<i>(coming from upstairs)</i>
Michael, are you coming to bed?</center>

<i>For a moment Michael doesn't answer, then deletes the message and closes the door of the fridge.</i>

<center>MICHAEL
<i>(shouting back)</i>
In a second. I- I have to take out the garbage.</center>

<i>Hastily he puts on his shoes and Ben's sweater, which was hanging over the backrest of a chair and slips through the door out into the darkness. He seems to have problems to get his bearings because his eyes have to get adjusted to the dark.</i>

<center>MICHAEL
Andy? Where are you?</center>

<i>He suppresses a surprised shriek as a hand comes up from behind and touches his shoulder. Unfortunately he's not entirely successful.</i>

<center>ANDY
<i>(whispering)</i>
Sshh… I'm here.

MICHAEL
<i>(glaring at him)</i>
Are you completely nuts? What the fuck are you doing in my backyard?

ANDY
Tell me and I'll go.

MICHAEL
<i>(confused)</i>
Tell you what?

ANDY
<i>(drawing nearer)</i>
Tell me you don't still think of our night. <i>(Gently grabbing Michael's neck)</i> Tell me you didn't feel something. <i>(kissing his throat)</i> Tell me you want me to leave.

MICHAEL
<i>(half-heartedly trying to push him away)</i>
I… Please… Ben is upstairs…

ANDY
<i>(lifts up his head and looks at him)</i>
I don't care.</center>

<i>Music: Bon Jovi - Dirty Little Secret. He presses Michael against the wall, touches his neck with one hand while he pulls up his sweater with the other and starts kissing his naked chest. Michael is practically dying with pleasure and guilt. He turns his head aside, biting his lower lip while he's looking like he's close to crying. Andy licks his way from the navel up to Michael's neck. Close up of his left hand slipping into Michael's pajama pants. Michael starts panting.</i>

<center>MICHAEL
Andy, please…</center>

<i>As if to shut him up Andy seals his lips with a kiss. For a moment Michael responds to the touch of lips and tongue then his body tension changes. He presses his hands against Andy's shoulder and pushes in earnest now. Andy breaks the kiss and at the same moment they're suddenly illuminated by the light coming out of the living room. The music fades. Blinking, they turn to look at the door. Ben is standing on the doorstep and is staring at them with a stony expression on his face.</i>

<center>MICHAEL
<i>(shocked)</i>
Ben.</center>

<i>Ben turns around without saying a word and closes the door behind him, leaving Andy and Michael in the darkness.</i>

<center>MICHAEL
<i>(rests his head against the wall)</i>
Fuck.

ANDY
<i>(touching his cheek - suddenly looking remorseful)</i>
Michael.

MICHAEL
<i>(in a firm voice)</i>
Please go. Just go.</center>

CUT TO: INT. THE LOFT - SHOWER - NIGHT
Music: Do you wanna touch me - Joan Jett and the Blackhearts
<i>Brian is leaning against the wall, eyes half closed, water's running over his naked chest, which is raising and falling in a quick pace. He reaches down and lets his fingers run through Justin's hair, while he grabs the shower pole next to him with the other hand. We get a total shot. Justin's kneeling in front of Brian, slowly sucking him off. Close up of Justin's fingers groping Brian's butt. Change to them drying each other with the towels, which leads to more kissing and touching. Lips still coalesced, they make their way to the bed. Justin's walking backwards and drops down on the mattress. Close up of Justin's tongue licking Brian's nipple. His hands glide over the soft skin of Brian's torso. Change to Justin lying on his back, Brian is kissing his throat, then lifts up his head and whispers something into Justin's ear, which causes Justin to smile. He snatches a condom from the bedside table. Change to Brian's fingers, clenching the sheets. The camera moves along his arm. He's lying on his stomach, supporting himself on his elbows. Justin is on top of him, working his dick inside Brian's ass in a steady rhythm. Brian lowers his head between his arms. Close up of Justin's hand cupping Brian's. Justin bends forward and kisses Brian's neck, when Brian does something, that causes Justin to throw back his head and gasp in surprise. He fights for control, manages to wrap his arm around Brian's torso and maintain their solid fucking, until Brian does it again. Prepared this time, Justin answers with a few strong thrusts before he finally comes. Brian writhes underneath him. His fingers tense and relax as he collapses on the mattress, brought down by his own orgasm and the weight of Justin's limp body on his shoulders. The music fades. Brian's lying sprawled across the bed, one arm dangling loosely over the edge of the mattress. Justin runs his fingers down Brian's arms and places a kiss on top of his spine.</i>

<center>JUSTIN
<i>(letting his arms rest on Brian's shoulders)</i>
You're really skilled with all your muscles. Admit it, you've been secretly practicing.

BRIAN
<i>(lifts his arm and gives him a warning slap on the butt)</i>
You better shut up if you'd like to have a rerun one day.

JUSTIN
<i>(amused)</i>
Don't worry. I won't tell anyone.</center>

<i>They fall silent for a moment. Brian's eyes are closed. Justin's head is resting on Brian's shoulder blade, while he's pensively letting his fingers run over Brian's upper arm with a sleepy expression on his face.</i>

<center>JUSTIN
<i>(in a calm voice)</i>
I met Ethan yesterday.</center>

<i>Brian opens his eyes but doesn't move.</i>

<center>BRIAN
You picked a hell of a time to tell me that with your cock up my ass.</center>

<i>Slowly Justin lifts himself up and draws back. Brian grits his teeth and flinches a little as Justin pulls out. Brian rolls on his back so he's looking at the ceiling. Just a short moment later Justin settles next to him, placing his arm on Brian's chest.</i> 

<center>JUSTIN
When I promised Vince to go to a concert with him, I had no idea Ethan would be playing there. It was kinda weird seeing him again. We were like two completely different people and I really tried to recall what I once saw in him. I couldn't remember.

BRIAN
<i>(turns to look at him)</i>
So little Ian is still fiddling and playing it straight?

JUSTIN
Yes. <i>(pensively)</i> I felt sorry for him. I think he became a very lonely person.

BRIAN
<i>(dryly)</i>
He probably made friends with his right hand by now.</center>

<i>Justin reproachfully nudges his ribs, what causes Brian to start tickling him. Justin tries to repulse him, squeaking a bit. He manages to grab Brian's hands and pin them down on the mattress.</i>

<center>JUSTIN
<i>(looking him in the eyes - silently)</i>
I'm happy.

BRIAN
<i>(returns his soft gaze for a moment then smirks)</i>
I'll make you even happier. </i>(In a quick motion he lifts up his legs, clasps them around Justin's waist and rolls him on his back so he's on top of him. Devilishly)</i> It's my turn.</center>

<i>Justin grins.</i>

CUT TO: INT. BRUCKNER/NOVTNY'S - NIGHT
<i>The backdoor slowly opens and Michael enters the living room. Ben is nowhere in sight. Everything's silent except for the steady ticking of the clock. Michael looks at the kitchen counter where the plate with his sandwich is still waiting for him. He swallows. Nervously he approaches the living room. Ben is sitting on the couch. He lifts his head and looks at him.</i>

<center>BEN
<i>(bitter)</i>
Did Andy already leave?

MICHAEL
<i>(with a helpless expression on his face)</i>
Ben…

BEN
<i>(in a firm voice)</i>
How long did this go on?

MICHAEL
<i>(silently)</i>
It was just once.

BEN
When?

MICHAEL
The night when Hunter was home late and you told me you might lose your job. <i>(taking a few steps in his direction, but stops when he catches Ben's icy look)</i> I'm so sorry. I meant to tell you. I-

BEN
Then why didn't you?

MICHAEL
I tried, I was waiting for the right moment but somehow it never came.

BEN
<i>(disappointed and hurt)</i>
You lied to me.

MICHAEL
<i>(looking like a whipped dog)</i>
You were so depressed and I-

BEN
<i>(angry)</i>
You fucking lied to me.

MICHAEL
Believe me wish I had been honest with you. <i>(desperate)</i> I swear, I never meant to hurt you.

BEN
Why the hell did you do it then?

MICHAEL
<i>(flat)</i>
I don't know.</center>

<i>Ben stares at him for a moment, his anger fades and is replaced by a disturbing coldness.</i>

<center>BEN
Go. I don't want you to sleep here tonight. I need time to think.</center>

<i>Michael slowly nods, eyes reddened, looking like he's going to cry at any moment. He turns around as if he was an old, tired man, grabs his keys from the coffee table and heads for the door. Before he enters the small hallway, he turns around.</i>

<center>MICHAEL
<i>(taking one last look at his husband)</i>
I'm sorry.</center>

<i>He leaves and a few seconds later we hear the door being shut. The camera moves across the room, passes Ben, who runs his fingers through his hair, leans back and exhales slowly - and moves upstairs to Hunter. He's standing on top of the stairs, hands tightened around the handrail. A mixture of shock and anger is displaying on his face.</i>

CUT TO: INT. BABYLON - NIGHT
Music: Kellee - My love (Luvespunge HHL Remix)
<i>The dance floor is crowded with guys in various shapes and sizes, dancing together or alone, fully dressed or half naked. Emmett is dancing among them but he doesn't seem to be interested in anyone or anything around him. He's just letting the music flow through his body. He's put on eyeliner, a very tight silver blue sleeveless shirt and he used some glittering gel for his hair. A bold-headed, muscular guy approaches him from behind. Emmett becomes aware of his presence only when bold-head presses his crotch against his ass. He turns around and shots him a rejecting glare. Bold-head gets the message and settles for a lovely, curly haired fairy dancing next to him. That doesn't really help lightening Emmett's mood. As he turns away, his eye gets caught by something that causes him to stop dancing. The anger on his face fades and turns into sadness. Quick flash through the crowd. Drew is dancing bare-chested with a good-looking brunette, hands on his hips while the arms of his dancing partner are resting 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 deeply into each others eyes. Back to Emmett, who's still watching them. Suddenly Drew lifts up his head and looks at him. Emmett holds his gaze for a split second, then hastily flees in the direction of the bar. He squeezes himself between a kissing couple and a tall, dark-skinned stud.</i>

<center>EMMETT
<i>(to the barman)</i>
A Cosmo.</center>

<i>A strong hand is placed on Emmett's shoulder and the camera pans to the left. Drew is smiling at him.</i>

<center>DREW
Hello, Emmett.

EMMETT
<i>(acting surprised)</i>
Drew, hey. Haven't seen you around here in a while.

DREW
<i>(shrugs)</i>
I was pretty busy. Did some voluntary work at the GLC.

EMMETT
<i>(sounding a bit too enthusiastic)</i>
Yeah, I heard. That's wonderful.

DREW
So how are you?

EMMETT
<i>(with forced cheerfulness)</i>
Just fabulous. Things couldn't be any better. Business is flourishing and there's really no reason to complain.</center>

<i>Drew's dancing partner appears next to them and slides an arm around Drew's waist.</i>

<center>LLOYD
<i>(kisses Drew's shoulder)</i>
Hey, honey. What's taking you so long? I'm missing you out there.

DREW
<i>(putting his arm around Lloyd)</i>
Emmett, this is my boyfriend Lloyd.

LLOYD
<i>(with a charming smile)</i>
Emmett Honeycutt. <i>(touching his shoulder)</i> Hi. It's really cool to finally meet you in person. Drew told me so much about you, he made me really curious.

EMMETT
<i>(uncomfortable)</i>
Whatever he told you, he probably exaggerated.

LLOYD
Oh, come on. You were the one who helped him getting out of the closet and it's a good thing you did. <i>(running his hand over Drew's biceps while giving him an admiring look)</i> Such a beautiful man really shouldn't be kept from the community.

EMMETT
<i>(sarcastic)</i>
Yeah, maybe I should change my profession and become P.A.'s first official outing counselor.

DREW
<i>(addressing Emmett)</i>
Listen, erm… We wanna go to Woody's, why don't you join us?

EMMETT
Oh, I'd love to but I can't. We're going to do the caterers for a wedding tomorrow.

LLOYD
<i>(thrilled)</i>
That's lovely. Maybe we could have you as our wedding planer.

EMMETT
<i>(stunned)</i>
You two want to get married?

DREW
<i>(evasive)</i>
We just talked about it. I told you we won't do it now.

LLOYD
<i>(sighing)</i>
I know we decided to wait but a man's allowed to dream, right?

EMMETT
<i>(not able to stand it any longer)</i>
I'm sorry, I really have to go. It was nice to meet you.</center>

<i>With a short wave of his hand, he turns around and leaves.</i>

<center>DREW
<i>(calling after him)</i>
Maybe some other time?</center>

<i>Emmett pretends he didn't hear the last question as he paves his way through the crowd. Change of angle. He's coming in our direction and from the look on his face you can see he's heartbroken.</i>

CUT TO: EXT. SYLVIA'S HOUSE - NIGHT
<i>Ted is standing on the front porch of a white house. Close up of a white front door. There's something written in Indian letter on the frame. Ted is practically leaning on the doorbell. Steps are approaching and somebody flings open the door. Silvia appears on the doorstep. The braids are gone and her red hair is falling loosely upon her shoulders. She's wearing a hideous, colorful nightgown.</i>

<center>SYLVIA
Jesus Christ, is there a fi-</center>

<i>She falls silent when she spots Ted, who looks really desperate.</i>

<center>TED
<i>(anxious)</i>
Is Blake with you?

SYLVIA
<i>(puts a hand on her hip - angrily)</i>
First you ring me out of bed in the middle of the night and then I don't even get an apology or at least a good evening?

TED
<i>(impatiently)</i>
I'm sorry, I know it's late. I tried everyone. Colleagues, friends. I just need to know if he's here.

SYLVIA
<i>(coolly)</i>
He doesn't want to see you right now and I can't blame him.

TED
<i>(almost pleading)</i>
I need to talk to him. Please, it's all a misunderstanding.

SYLVIA
<i>(angrily)</i>
A misunderstanding? He gave up this once-in-a-lifetime chance and came back to you just to find out that he's already been replaced by somebody else.

TED
Nothing happened with Cesare. We were only having dinner. <i>(Sylvia doesn't seem to care)</i> I have to see him. <i>(He steps forward and puts his hand on the door to keep Sylvia from closing it)</i> Blake!

SYLVIA
<i>(in a warning tone)</i>
Stop that or I'll call the police. <i>(Ted lowers his hand)</i> I think you better go now.

TED
<i>(takes a deep breath - calmly)</i>
I made a lot of mistakes in my life. I stole, I lied, I was so high on Crystal I didn't care about anything besides the drugs but I learned my lesson. I wouldn't cheat on Blake. I love him.

SYLVIA
<i>(suddenly sounding a bit insecure)</i>
You left him because you couldn't deal with his infection.

TED
I never said I was perfect. But who is? <i>(looking her directly in the eyes)</i> You?</center>

<i>That hits the bulls eye. The expression on her face softens a little.</i>

<center>SYLVIA
<i>(reluctant)</i>
Alright. I'll talk to him but I can't promise anything.

TED
Thank you.</center>

CUT TO: INT. THE NEW YORK ASC - VINCE'S ROOM - NIGHT
<i>Vince and a young guy with light blond hair are lying on the bed, kissing and making out. The trick is stronger built than Vince, but no Muscle Mary even though he seems to work out regularly. They're almost naked, except for their jeans, which are already unbuttoned. Vince's hand glides into the guy's open pants, while rubbing his own dick against blondie's thigh. Suddenly loud music sounds from the floor. Big & Rich - Save a horse, ride a cowboy. Vince brakes the kiss and draws back his hand.</i>

<center>VINCE
<i>(looking at the door)</i>
What the fuck?!

TRICK
I didn't know you were going to have a party.

VINCE
<i>(growling)</i>
Lou. <i>(He jumps from the bed, storms to the door and flings it open)</i> Louisa!</center>

<i>We see the hallway from his point of view. Lou and a black haired guy are doing a line dance. While Lou's wearing jeans and a bra, her date stripped down to his briefs. He is definitely a looker.</i>

<center>VINCE
Turn the fucking crap off! We're trying to concentrate here!

LOU
<i>(doesn't stop dancing - cheerful)</i>
Vincent, my darling. Come, join us! <i>(pointing at her dancing partner)</i> Do you know Jimmy? He's from Texas and a great dancer.

JIMMY
<i>(with a casual wave of his hand)</i>
Hi.

VINCE
<i>(examines his body, then turns to Lou)</i>
Why can't you just fuck your tricks like everybody else?

LOU
<i>(dancing past him)</i>
Because I'm not a gay boy.</center>

<i>In the background we see Vince's trick coming up behind him and curiously peering over his shoulder. The phone rings.</i>

<center>LOU
<i>(addressing Jimmy)</i>
Excuse me.</center>

<i>She walks over to the little table underneath the mirror. Jimmy grabs the baffled Vince by the hand and drags him dancing down the hallway. Vince has no chance but follow.</i>

<center>LOU
<i>(takes the call)</i>
Howdy, stranger. Welcome to the Country House. Tonight’s motto: Save a horse, ride a cowboy.</center>

<i>Change to the loft. Brian is sitting on the couch. He's wearing a blue sweater.</i>

<center>BRIAN
<i>(wrinkling his brows)</i>
What the fuck did you take? It's Brian.</center>

<i>Back to Lou. She's covering one ear in order to understand what's said on the other end of the line.</i>

<center>LOU
<i>(delighted)</i>
Oh, hey. How are you? If you're looking for Justin, he's not here.</center>

<i>In the background we see Vince and Jimmy appearing from the left. Vince stops and shakes his head, what causes Jimmy to shrug. The next moment he grabs Vince's trick and drags him dancing out of the picture. Back to Brian. Total shot. Justin is lying on his stomach, only wearing his pajama pants, head and arms resting on Brian's lap. His eyes are closed and his chest is rhythmically moving up and down. Buster is lying on the floor next to Brian's feet.</i>

<center>BRIAN
<i>(looking down - softly stroking Justin's hair)</i>
I know, he passed out on my couch.

LOU
Sounds like he's having a great time.

BRIAN
<i>(frowning)</i>
Are you drunk?</center>

<i>Change to New York. Lou studies her reflection in the mirror.</i>

<center>LOU
I'm not sure. I think I couldn't drive anymore but since I don't have a car (shrugging) who gives a shit.

BRIAN
<i>(receiver)</i>
I want you to do something for me. I'm interested in this one guy.

LOU
Aren't we all?</center>

<i>Change to Brian. He's still stroking Justin's hair.</i>

<center>BRIAN
It's business. He's working for a small agency in Philadelphia and the boy seems to be fucking brilliant. I saw some of the campaigns he came up with. I want him on the team. Could you convince him to attend an interview?

LOU
No problem. Wait a minute, let me write down his name. </i>(The music gets louder, Justin shifts on Brian's lap and sighs in his sleep. Soothingly, Brian rubs his back. Lou's back on the phone)</i> Okay, I'm listening.

BRIAN
It's Kirk Ackerman. Currently employed by Big J advertising agency.

LOU
I'll do my best. I have to go now. The boys are flirting with my date. Give my greetings to your boyfriend. Hey, I saw that. Keep you hands above the waist!</center>

<i>The line goes dead. Brian shakes his head and hangs up. He looks down at Justin with a soft expression in his eyes. Gently, he takes a strand of hair out of his face. Suddenly there's a knock on the door, Buster jumps up and starts barking. Brian nudges him with his bare foot.</i>

<center>BRIAN
Hey, stop it.</center>

<i>Buster obeys. Justin starts moving, slowly getting back to the waking world.</i>

<center>JUSTIN
<i>(looking at him with sleepy eyes)</i>
What's wrong?

BRIAN
There's somebody at the door.</center>

<i>Slowly, Justin comes to sit upright so Brian can get up from the couch. He approaches the door, where Buster is already waiting. The door slides back and we're greeted by the pitiful sight of Michael, who's standing on the doorstep, looking utterly devastated. He really seems to be at the end of his tether, because he doesn't even notice that Buster is sniffing at his pajama pants.</i>

<center>BRIAN
<i>(raising his brows)</i>
What the fuck happened?

MICHAEL
<i>(in a thin voice)</i>
I don't know where to sleep tonight. I can't go to my mom's and Ted's not at home. Can I stay here?

BRIAN
<i>(without hesitation)</i>
Of course.</center>

<i>He lets him enter and closes the door behind him. Justin is half sitting, half leaning on the couch and looks at Michael as if thinks he might still be sleeping.</i>

<center>MICHAEL
<i>(surprised)</i>
Justin… Oh, I had no idea you were here. I'm sorry. <i>(looking from one to the other)</i> If you want me to go…

BRIAN
Bullshit. You can sleep on the couch.

JUSTIN
<i>(addressing Michael - concerned)</i>
What's wrong? Did something happen to Ben?

MICHAEL
<i>(hanging his head)</i>
He asked me to go.

JUSTIN
<i>(with a questioning look)</i>
Why the hell would he do that?

MICHAEL
<i>(sits down on the couch)</i>
He caught me and Andy in the backyard. I fucked it up. <i>(looking up to Brian, who's standing next to him)</i> You were right. I should have told him right away. <i>(staring at the coffee table)</i> Now I'm going to lose him. He'll never forgive me.</center>

<i>Justin doesn't entirely seem to know what's this all about, but he puts his hand on Michael's shoulder in a comforting manner.</i>

<center>BRIAN
Give him some time to get over it. I'll get you a blanket.</center>

CUT TO: INT. DEBBIE'S AND CARL'S - NIGHT
<i>The door opens and Emmett enters the house, mood on the lowest level. Change of angle. Debbie and Carl are sitting on the couch and watching TV, even though Carl already fell asleep. Debbie turns to look at him from over the backrest.</i>

<center>DEBBIE
<i>(surprised)</i>
You're home early, honey. Didn't get a shot?

EMMETT
<i>(depressed)</i>
I didn't feel like dancing anymore. I think I'll go to bed. Good night.

DEBBIE
<i>(with a concerned expression on her face)</i>
Yeah… Have a good sleep, baby.</center>

<i>Emmett climbs up the stairs. Change to his dark bedroom, the door opens and Emmett enters. He takes off his jacket and puts it on the back of the chair, which is standing in front of his dressing table. His eye gets caught by the mirror. The moonlight is reflected on the surface, illuminating the pictures that are stuck between glass and frame. Some of them show him and Ted or Michael or all three of them. There are even some with Brian and Justin. There's one picture of him and Debbie sitting on the couch, both wearing a hideous bathrobe and they're throwing popcorn at each other. He focuses on a picture of him and a laughing Drew. From the way they look at each other, they seem to be very happy. His gaze shifts towards the empty bed. He looks as if he's close to crying. Music sets in: Sarah Mc Lachlan - Fallen. Slowly Emmett sits down on the mattress, then rolls on his side an lets his fingers run over the cold sheets next to him.


The Loft. The lights are turned off and Michael is lying on the couch, quietly sniffling in the darkness. Change to the bed. Brian's lying on the right side (our POV), back turned towards the living room, one hand is resting on Justin's stomach. His eyes are open. Obviously he can't sleep. Justin turns his head and looks at him, then slightly nods and motions with his head in the direction of the living room.


Ted is sitting in his car, staring at the door of Sylvia's house. Inside, the lights are turned off.


A shadow approaches the door to Emmett's room and Rel steps inside. He comes to stand next to bed and looks down at him.


Michael is still fighting the tears, as a hand touches his shoulder. He looks up at Brian. With a grateful expression on his face he takes the offered hand and gets up from the couch.


Rel slowly gets on the bed. Emmett moves his head to look at him. Rel stretches forth his hand and strokes Emmett's upper arm.


Justin moves a bit backwards to make room for Brian and Michael. Brian settles next to him and covers Michael with the blanket.


Inside his car Ted has put his seat into a resting position. He covers himself with his jacket.


Emmett's hand is resting on Rel's hip, while the boy is gently stroking his back.


The loft. They're all lying back to chest, arms wrapped around each other. First Justin, then Brian and finally Michael. Brian is already half asleep, his hand's resting on Michael's upper arm. The first tear is running down Michael's cheek and drops down on the pillow. The camera retreats down the stairs and leaves them in the darkness.</i>


FADE TO BLACK

<i>Sarah Mc Lachlan – Fallen

Heaven bent to take my hand 
And lead me through the fire 
Be the long awaited answer 
To a long and painful fight 

Truth be told I've tried my best 
But somewhere along the way 
I got caught up in all there was to offer 
And the cost was so much more than I could bear 

Though I've tried, I've fallen... 
I have sunk so low 
I have messed up 
Better I should know 
So don't come round here 
And tell me I told you so... 

We all begin with good intent 
Love was raw and young 
We believed that we could change ourselves 
The past could be undone 
But we carry on our backs the burden 
Time always reveals 
The lonely light of morning 
The wound that would not heal 
It's the bitter taste of losing everything 
That I have held so dear. 

I've fallen... 
I have sunk so low 
I have messed up 
Better I should know 
So don't come round here 
And tell me I told you so... 

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

Guest Starring

Harris Allan
Dean Armstrong
Peter MacNeill
Stephanie Moore
Fab Filippo
Matt Battaglia
Ryan Kelly

Executive Story Editor
galefan4ever

Music Supervision
CleverDevil</i>

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Queer as Folk and all its characters (despite the few I created) are property of CowLip and Showtime. The character of Andrew Stark was taken from the novels Every nine seconds and Never tear us apart by Joseph and Quinn Brockton. No copyright infringement is intended.

Author's note:

I’m sorry for making you wait so long. I had some sort of a writers block but everything’s flowing again now so I hope the next update will be sooner.

The meeting of Ethan and Justin. I don't see why Justin should hold any grudge against Ethan. They've been together, Ethan cheated, they split up. Justin got back together with Brian and doubt he did think of him again. I also thought it would be interesting to see the contrast between these two young men. Justin, who's living his sexuality openly and Ethan, who's been hiding for the past couple of years.

Emmett suddenly felt excluded from his friends, being the only one who's not in a relationship and his encounter with Drew and his boyfriend made him feel extremely lonely. Please note that the scene between him and Rel had no romantic character. They were just giving each other some sort of comfort.

The Justin is topping Brian scene. I don't think Brian lets Justin top him very often, but I do believe it happens once in a while. Well, you've just witnessed one of those rare occasions ;).


<center><b>TRAILER EPISODE 6.11</b></center>

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

<b>queer as folk</b>

Novotny/Bruckners. Ben leaves the bedroom with a packed duffle bag. Michael follows him to the stairs. Michael: "You want me to be honest?" Ben stops and turns around to look at him. "I have no idea why I let him fuck me. Maybe because he's handsome and charming or simply because he wanted me so much. I don't know. I just know that I love you and I don't want you to go." Ben, in a sad but serious tone: "It's too late for that Michael."

Hunter is standing in the doorway of his room, shouting at a shocked Michael: "This is all your fault! For the first time in my life I had a real family and you had to fuck it up. I hate you, Michael."

Babylon during the daytime. Justin is standing on the empty dance floor, his back turned towards the bar, talking with someone on his cell phone. He's got a staggered expression on his face. Justin: "Did they at least tell you why?" Brian comes down the stairs. Justin: "Yeah, me too. Bye." He hangs up. Brian, noticing the look on his face: "Is something wrong?" Justin: "That was Austin. Rubens & Bush just kicked me out of the art show."

Ted and Blake are sitting on a park bench. Blake turns to look at Ted with a serious expression on his face. "I came to a decision."

Emmett and a tall, athletic guy with short cropped black hair are standing at an untouched buffet. Even though he's not exactly handsome, he has some sort of a wild and rough adventurer charm. Guy, with a cheeky grin: "I'm Grant." Emmett glares at him. "I'm not interested."

Babylon during daytime. Brian and Justin are just about to leave, when suddenly Mysterious Marilyn enters the room. She's holding a familiar blonde girl by the hand. "This young lady said she needs to find a man called Brian Kinney."

Emmett and Grant are lying naked in a bed of a spacious camper, half covered by the sheets. They're smoking some pot and obviously just had sex. Grant: "I'm free like a bird. I travel across the whole world, discover all the mysteries of foreign countries - and their men of course." Emmett: "George wanted to show me the world once but apparently it wasn't meant to be." Grant: "Why don't you come with me?"

The gym. Brian is talking to Ben, who's standing next to a bench press, hands on his hips. Brian: "So you stopped loving him?" Ben: "That's not the point. He - " Brian cuts him off: "Simple question. Multiple choice. It's either yes or no. Do you love him?"

Night. Brian is standing in front of a silver car, talking on his cell. Justin steps next to him. Lou's voice, coming out of the earpiece: "Well, he just called to cancel the interview. Obviously a big advertising agency here in New York just offered him a job he couldn't reject. Exactly an hour after I talked to him." Brian: "Fuck." Lou: "The good news is I convinced him to see me when he's in town. If you want my opinion I think somebody deliberately tries to snatch him right from under your nose."

Emmett's room at Deb's. Rel is leaning against the doorframe, watching him pack a large suitcase. "You really decided to go?" Emmett stops packing and looks at him: "There's no reason to stay anymore."

Night. Brian is driving the car. Justin is in the passenger’s seat, staring out of the window: "Hey, we were supposed to turn left here." He looks at Brian, who pretends to have missed that: "Oops, you're right." He smirks. Justin, curiously: "Where are we going?" Brian, mysteriously: "Be patient, Sunshine. It's a surprise."

<b>queer as folk</b>

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