QUEER AS FOLK EPISODE 6.11 – WHERE DO WE GO FROM HERE ? Original Posting date: 09-18-07 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: NOVOTNY/BRUCKNER'S - BEDROOM - DAY Close up of a large, packed duffel bag sitting on the bed. Somebody stuffs a towel in it. Wider angle. Ben is packing his things, a grave expression on his face. Focus on the open bedroom door. Michael appears in the doorway. He looks shocked.
MICHAEL (approaches and stops in front of the bed) What are you doing? BEN (taking a sweater out of the dresser) What does it look like? MICHAEL (cautiously) Can't we just talk about it? BEN (throwing the sweater on top of the bag - bitterly) You had plenty of time to talk to me. It's too late now.
He's about to return to the dresser, when Michael touches his arm and makes him stop.
MICHAEL (softly) Ben… (He turns to look at Michael) It was just this once. I swear. I haven't seen Andy within the past six months.
Ben studies his face, then slowly comes to sit on the bed. All of a sudden he looks tired and exhausted.
BEN (sad) I'd really like to believe you Michael, but I'm not sure if you're telling the truth. MICHAEL (sits down next to him and looks into his eyes) I'm being honest with you. No more secrets. BEN (quietly) You really hurt me. MICHAEL (puts his hand on his shoulder) I know. I'm sorry. It won't happen again.
The expression on Ben's face softens, his right hand touches Michael's neck. He bends forward - Michael closes his eyes - but instead of kissing him, he opens his mouth and licks his cheek. Change to the Loft. Michael is still lying on the right side of the bed, facing the living room. Buster is standing in front of him, licking his cheek while he friendly wags his tail. Moaning, Michael starts moving. A second after opening his eyes he jerks upwards, squeaking in shock, and rapidly gets himself to safety on the middle of the bed - as far away from the dog as possible.
MICHAEL (wiping his face - disgusted) Bah!
Buster is watching him with pricked up ears. He looks like he's wondering if there may be something wrong with this particular biped.
MICHAEL Go away! Shoo! Beat it!
Buster cocks his head, then turns around and descends the stairs to the living room. Relieved, Michael relaxes. Slowly he takes a look around as if to orientate himself. We hear water running and the camera pans over to the steamy bathroom. A naked Justin steps out of the shower and grabs a towel from the rack. Brian turns off the water. Rubbing himself dry, Justin walks up to the washbasin. He bends forward and examines his reflection in the mirror. Brian approaches from behind.
BRIAN (drying his hairs with a towel) Looking for pimples?
Justin and his mirror image poke out their tongues at him. Grinning, Brian places himself behind Justin then lifts his chin to see if he needs to shave.
JUSTIN (cheekily) Looking for wrinkles? BRIAN (giving him a light slap on his naked butt) Watch your mouth. I haven't spanked you in a while. JUSTIN (wrapping the towel around his hips) Could we please have breakfast first? Physical exercises in the morning always make me hungry. BRIAN (wraps his arms around him) You could eat my ass instead of boring cereals.
Justin grins while Brian starts gently biting his neck. The camera follows Brian's hand sliding down Justin's wet chest and abdomen until it reaches the towel. His fingers slip between cotton fabric and the soft skin leading towards his cock, causing the towel to come off. Focus on the mirror. Justin closes his eyes for a moment and takes a deep breath.
JUSTIN (bites his lower lip) Michael's still in the bedroom.
One arm firmly clasped around shoulders and collar bone, the other one caressing his dick, Brian's kissing Justin's throat.
BRIAN (between kissing and nibbling) He's sleeping like a baby. JUSTIN (puts his hand on Brian's arm - looking in the direction of the bedroom - pensively) Do you think Ben will forgive him?
Change to Michael, who's sitting upright on the bed and is listening to their conversation. Back to Justin and to Brian, who has stopped his ministrations and stifles an annoyed sigh. He straightens up and looks at Justin's reflection in the mirror.
JUSTIN (worried) He must have been really angry if he threw him out. BRIAN He'll get over it. (shrugging) He's Zen Ben after all. JUSTIN I hope you're right. BRIAN I'm always right.
Justin gives him a you-are-incorrigible look, then frees himself from Brian's embrace and bends down to pick up his towel - very slowly, fully aware of the effect his exposed butt has on Brian who bends aside to have a closer look. Change to Michael, who doesn't seem to be as optimistic as Brian about the whole situation. Footsteps approach. He quickly lies down again and pretends to be still asleep. Darkness. Michael's POV. We see Justin standing in front of the closet next to his duffel bag. He's putting on his CK's. Michael's eyes linger for a brief moment on his butt, then turn to the ceiling. Change of angle. Justin slips into a pair of jeans. Michael slowly straightens up.
JUSTIN (turns to look at him) Morning Michael. MICHAEL (with a faked yawn) Hey.
Buster re-enters the bedroom and comes to stand next to Justin, eyes fixed on him with a demanding gaze. In the background Brian is brushing his teeth. Justin approaches the bed, rubbing his hair with the towel which hangs around his neck.
JUSTIN (ignoring Buster - addressing Michael) Are you hungry? Since we have to walk the dog anyway we decided to go the Diner. (lowering the towel) Do you wanna come with us? MICHAEL (shaking his head) No thanks. I have to go back home and talk to Ben. JUSTIN I thought you would say that. I hope everything will sort itself out. MICHAEL (giving him a weak smile) Me too. JUSTIN (addressing Buster) How about breakfast for you? (Buster whimpers in delight and expresses his approval. Justin's eye gets caught by Michael who hesitates to get out of bed) What's wrong? MICHAEL (with a uneasy look at Buster) He looks hungry. JUSTIN (pointing at a box of dog cookies which is sitting on the bedside table - trying to hide his amusement) Make friends with him and give him a biscuit. MICHAEL (dryly) No, thanks. My forearm grew accustomed to the presence of my right hand over the years. JUSTIN (smirking) Well then, you better be careful. He really goes for chicken.
Laughing, he heads for the kitchen and walks past Brian who steps out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around his waist. Buster glances at him and wags his tail but decides to follow Justin in expectation to get something tastier for breakfast than Michael's right hand.
BRIAN (looking after Justin, eyes fixed on his butt) Speaking of chicken. Mine grew up to be a really imposing cock. MICHAEL (ignoring Brian's remark as well as his smirk - depressed) He's right. I am a chicken. This whole mess just happened because I'm a fucking coward. BRIAN (opens the drawer, takes out a pair of black CK's and shuts it with a bang - frowning at Michael) Self pity is boring. So get your ass out of my bed and your life back in order. MICHAEL (sighing) It sounds so easy when you say it like that.
Brian is about to reply something but Justin interrupts.
JUSTIN (rummaging in the kitchen) Brian, where did you put the cans this time? BRIAN (annoyed) In the fucking cupboard. JUSTIN Could you specify that? You've got more than one. BRIAN (rolls his eyes and throws his briefs on the bed - heading for the kitchen) Do you want me to draw a map?
Groaning, Michael finally gets up and walks over to the couch. Ben's sweater is lying on the backrest. In the background we see Brian bending down. He reaches into the left cupboard, while Buster is standing next to him in eager anticipation. Michael takes the sweater and presses the fabric against his nose. Eyes closed he deeply inhales the scent. Focus on the kitchen. Justin playfully tugs at Brian's towel, which earns him a slap on the back of his hand. Brian straightens up, grabs Justin's wrist and places a can of dog food in his palm.
BRIAN Voilà. Bon appétit.
At the same moment his towel loosens and drops to the floor. For a split second there's a very surprised look on Brian's face and Justin can't help but break out laughing. CUT TO: INT. DEB'S AND CARL'S - EMMETT'S ROOM - DAY Sunlight is coming through the window, sprawling over the floor and warming the bed as well as the two men sleeping on the sheets. Emmett is lying on his left side, his head buried deep in the pillow, while Rel's lying on his back, his head resting on Emmett's arm. The scene is quite peaceful. You just expect the birds to start twittering. Unfortunately, the tranquility is interrupted by a forceful knock on the door. Emmett groans as Rel rolls off of his arm. The door is swung open.
DEBBIE (barging into the room) Em, hun. Don't you have to get up? It's half past nine.
Close up of Emmett's face. He wrinkles his brow and moans.
EMMETT It's Saturday and I- (His eyes fly open) Shit. The wedding. (He grabs his alarm clock) Not again! Why the hell does this always happen to me?
He scrambles to his feet. Rel slowly comes into a sitting position. Still a bit muzzy, Emmett looks at him and presses his fingers against his temple as if to recall how the boy ended up in his bed.
DEBBIE Well, at least you're already dressed. (Emmett doesn't seem to think it's funny) I'm glad you are. Otherwise I might've gotten the wrong impression. REL (yaws) Hmm… (He has a stretch) It was the best fuck I never had. EMMETT (opening the closet to take out a towel) I have to take a quick shower. REL Can I take one too? (Emmett and Debbie both turn to look at him in surprise) After you're finished - of course. EMMETT (pointing at a heap of colorful towels sitting on a shelf) Take one of those.
He hurries out of the room. Debbie turns to Rel and puts one hand on her hip.
DEBBIE When I let you in last night I had no idea that you would stay over night. Does your father know you're here? REL (scratching his head) It was kinda spontaneous so - no, he doesn't. DEBBIE (insistent) Then I suggest you call him and tell him you're safe and sound. REL (stubbornly) I'm not accountable to him. I'm old enough to decide where I spend my nights. DEBBIE Just because you're able to dress yourself and know how to buy a hot dog doesn't mean you're a grown up. Breakfast in ten minutes. (pointing at him in a warning manner) Don't make me wait.
Rel curls his lips but doesn't contradict. Satisfied, Debbie turns to leave. She is half-way through the door, when Rel calls her back.
REL (comes to kneel on the bed) Debbie! (She turns around to look at him) Erm, I was wondering if… maybe you could use another waiter at the diner.
The phone rings downstairs. Debbie scrutinizes Rel, who looks at her with hopeful puppy eyes.
DEBBIE Bussing tables is hard work. REL I know. DEBBIE (giving him a smile) Well, I'll see what I can do. CARL (shouting from downstairs) Deb! DEBBIE (shouting back) Coming! (addressing Rel) Call your father.
Rel smiles and takes his cell phone out of his pocket. Debbie leaves the room. Change to Carl down in the kitchen.
DEBBIE (coming down the stairs) Who is it? CARL (holding out the phone to her) Hunter. He says Ben is leaving. DEBBIE (wrinkling her brows) What? Where is he going? (She takes the receiver) Honey, what the fuck is going on?
CUT TO: INT. LIBERTY DINER - DAY Music: ABBA - Ring, Ring A depressed Ted is sitting alone at a table. He's staring at his cell phone which is lying on the table next to a cup of coffee. Obviously he hasn't been home yet due to the fact that he's still wearing yesterday's clothes, crumpled up from spending the night in the driver's seat. Judging by the exhausted expression on his face he didn't catch much sleep. His fingers move in an impatient staccato on the table top until he can't stand it any longer. He grabs the phone and pushes the automatic redial button. The music slowly fades out.
TED (after listening a few seconds in silence) Hey, um… It's me again. I know I just called. I forgot to say that I'm really glad that you decided to come back and I- I wish you would talk to me and let me explain. Okay, erm… I guess that's all. Please call me back.
He hangs up just as Brian and Justin enter the picture from the right, Buster in tow.
BRIAN (giving him a friendly slap on the shoulder, which makes Ted jump) Theodore Schmidt. Fancy meeting you here. JUSTIN (sitting down opposite him) Hello Ted. TED Oh, hey boys. (addressing Justin) I had no idea you'd be in town this weekend. JUSTIN (takes of his leather jacket and makes room for Brian) Well, I came announced. BRIAN (sits down) But as usual at the right time. (Justin responds with a grin. Brian turns to look at Ted) You look like shit. Spent the night on a park bench? TED (gloomily) My car actually. JUSTIN Did you run out of gas? TED (sighing) No, luck. Well, it's not like I usually have much of it but right now it feels like all the lucky charms in the world deliberately turned their backs on me. BRIAN (screws up his face) Would you mind sparing me the details? I haven't eaten yet. (to the wait(e)ress, who is passing their table) Can we get some service here?! WAIT(E)RESS (without looking at him) In a minute, sweetie. BRIAN (addressing Ted and Justin - disgruntled) This is not a diner, it's a fucking self-service shop.
He gets up and walks over to the counter to order their breakfast.
JUSTIN (to Ted - in a low voice) Don't worry. He's just grouchy because all he got from me so far was a blowjob in the shower and he couldn't fuck me afterwards. TED (raising his brows) Don't tell me he's got problems with his potency. BRIAN (over his shoulder - warningly) I heard that, Theodore. JUSTIN It was because of Michael. He spent the night with us at the loft. TED (screws up his face - addressing Brian who returns to their table) Isn't that a bit too kinky even for you? Ben didn't mind? BRIAN (takes off his jacket, hands it to Justin and sits down again) Let's just say he wasn't exactly thrilled when he found out Michael fucked his ex. TED (stunned) David? He's in town? JUSTIN No, not David. Andy. (Obviously the name doesn't ring a bell) From high school. BRIAN Michael should have known that a ménage à trois wouldn't work out.
A phone rings. Ted hastily grabs his cell to takes the call. Brian and Justin exchange a look.
TED (hopefully) Blake?
The phone keeps ringing. Ted wrinkles his brows, a baffled look appears on his face.
BRIAN Keep breathing, Theodore. It's mine.
Disappointed, Ted lowers his cell while Brian takes his one out of his pocket and checks the caller I.D.
BRIAN (taking the call) Hey Stuart, what's up? (The blond waiter from 6.01 enters the picture from the left and serves them each a cup of coffee. His basket immediately catches Brian's eye) No, that's no problem at all. I happen to be in the neighborhood anyway. I'll drop by. (The waiter leaves. Brian turns to look at Justin who signals 'Not bad') Alright, see you later. (He hangs up. Addressing Justin while he's pocketing his cell) We have to stop by at Babylon for some paperwork. JUSTIN Okay. TED (has recovered from his disappointment) Babylon has been pretty profitable lately. BRIAN (takes a sip from his coffee) It's about time considering all the money I invested to rise it from the ashes. TED Maybe I could-
Again a cell phone starts ringing. It takes Ted a moment to realize it's his this time.
BRIAN (amused) Aren't you going to take it?
Hastily, Ted grabs the phone but he's so nervous it slips out of his hand like a bar of soap. Fortunately Brian's quick enough and catches it.
BRIAN (handing it to him after taking a look at the display) Your wife.
Ted practically snatches it out of Brian's hand and answers. Split Screen. Blake is sitting in a living room which looks very oriental. Ted opens his mouth to say something but he isn't able to utter a sound.
BLAKE (frowning) Ted? TED (hastily) Yes, I'm - I'm on. BLAKE I got your messages and I'd like to meet you. (in a serious tone) We need to talk. TED (swallows) Where? BLAKE Frick Park. (He takes a look at his watch) At the main entrance in two hours. TED (hoarsely) Alright. I'll be there. BLAKE See you then.
They both hang up. Ted gets the full screen again. He looks really unhappy.
JUSTIN (compassionate) Trouble with Blake? TED (nods - pocketing his cell) He wants to meet me at the park. BRIAN I had no idea Blake's into sex in public places. That's hot. TED (gloomily) Judging from his tone of voice he rather intends breaking up with me than giving me a blowjob on a park bench. (He's trying hard to suppress his surging up emotions. Quietly) Shit.
CUT TO: INT. NOVOTNY/BRUCKNER'S - BEDROOM - DAY Déjà-vu. Close up of a large, packed duffel bag sitting on the bed. Wider angle. Ben stuffs a towel in it and walks back to the dresser, a grave expression on his face. Focus on the bedroom door. Michael appears in the doorway and watches him with a sad look on his face.
MICHAEL (in a small voice) This is the reality, right? I'm not dreaming. BEN (stops and turns to look at him) You know, that was exactly my thought when I saw you getting jerked off in our backyard by your allegedly long gone ex-boyfriend. MICHAEL I told him to stop. BEN (sarcastic) By putting your tongue in his mouth? (Michael opens his mouth to respond but Ben cuts him off) Do you know what the worst thing about cheating is? The lies. He turns back to his bag, stuffs a sweatshirt in and closes the zipper. MICHAEL (approaching him - remorseful) I didn't mean to lie to you. I know it was wrong and I'm sorry. (He touches his arm) Please, don't go. BEN (looks him in the eye - in a sad tone) I think we need some distance. MICHAEL (desperate) This may be bad times but we'll get through it. Together. We just have to work it out. BEN (in firm and calm voice) A relationship should be based on trust and I don't trust you right now, Michael.
Michael looks as if he's slapped him in the face. Ben reaches for his duffel bag.
MICHAEL (going on the offensive) We all make mistakes sometimes. Even you. Remember Anthony? BEN (straightens up) I didn't fuck him and besides I didn't conceal it from you. MICHAEL By writing a novel about it. BEN (angry) The point is I found a way to tell you. I didn't lie to you.
He grabs his back and leaves the room.
MICHAEL (following him) You want me to be honest? (Ben has reached the stairs. He stops in his tracks and turns to look at Michael) I have no idea why I was so attracted to him. Maybe because he's handsome and charming or simply because he wanted me so much. I just know that I love you and I don't want you to go. BEN (with a sad expression on his face) It's too late for that, Michael.
In the background a door slowly opens and Hunter steps out of his room. Neither Ben nor Michael notices him.
MICHAEL (defeated) Where are you going to stay? BEN I'll find a place.
He turns around and descends the stairs. Michael's fingers tighten around the handrail while he's watching Ben go.
HUNTER Aren't you going to do something? (Michael turns to look at him) You can't just let him leave. MICHAEL (with resignation) Apparently there's nothing I could say or do that will make him stay. HUNTER (glares at him - furious) 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!
Michael looks like he's suffering from a blow to the stomach. Hunter storms back into his room and slams the door shut with such a force you wouldn't be surprised if it came off its hinges. Shaken by despair and helplessness Michael leans against the handrail, staring over to the bedroom as if he wishes to wake up at any moment. CUT TO: INT. BABYLON - STUART'S OFFICE - DAY Stuart is sitting at his desk, studying the screen of a laptop in front of him. He's talking to someone on the phone while he's using the mouse to scroll down the page.
STUART (wrinkling his brows) All I'm asking is two more weeks. I know. Just tell him he'll get it. (The door opens and Brian enters the office. Stuart makes a quick mouse click and shuts the top of the laptop) I expect you to stick to the agreement.
He hangs up and gives Brian a smile.
BRIAN Problems? STUART (picks up a pen and leans back in his chair - moving the pan between his fingers) Our supplier charged too much for the vodka last time. I just reminded them of the special terms we agreed on. BRIAN (drawing a chair right in front of the desk) You really got them by the balls, huh? (He takes a seat) I like that. STUART They signed a contract so they have to keep to it. BRIAN Speaking of signing. (Holding out his hand to him) You said there were some papers screaming for my attention.
Stuart hands him the pen and reaches for three documents that were lying next to the laptop. Change to the basement. Justin is standing in front of the bar. He's talking to a bold, muscular bartender who's filling up the glass racks with bottles of alcohol. In the background Buster is running around the dance floor, sniffing and inspecting everything.
BARTENDER (over his shoulder) I have a cousin who lives in New York. He does sculptures. (He turns around) His name's Laurence Price. JUSTIN (shaking his head) Never heard of him. BARTENDER (shrugs) I'm not surprised. All his creations are totally hideous. He did an enormous vagina once which looked like a triangular dumpling on a spit. My uncle got all exited and said it was the most wonderful thing he'd ever seen. Not exactly a compliment to his wife if you ask me. JUSTIN (laughs) Well, I guess art will always be controversial. BARTENDER (reaches for the next two bottles - giving Justin an interested look) What kind of stuff do you do? JUSTIN Paintings and drawings mostly but I also work with a computer one in a while. I experimented with combining the different techniques on a few - (His cell phone rings) Sorry. (He nods to the bartender, turns around and takes the call) Hey, Austin. What's up? (walking across the empty dance floor over to Buster) I'm in Pittsburgh. (He crouches down and tickles the dog between his ears) Why? What's wrong? (He lifts up his head and lowers his hand) What? (Getting to his feet - Stunned) But they said they wanted me. Jesus, I almost did twenty paintings for you to pick from (presses one hand against his neck. Desperate) Did they at least say why? (In the background Brian is descending the stairs) Yeah, me too. - Bye.
Justin hangs up, his fingers tighten around his cell phone. He approaches the bar, where Brian is waiting for him. The barkeeper seems to be gone.
BRIAN (noticing his agitation) Is something wrong? JUSTIN (still shocked) That was Austin. Rubens & Bush just kicked me out of the art show. BRIAN They can't fucking do that. JUSTIN (bitter) Obviously they can. Austin said he has no idea what made them change their minds. Allegedly they took in another artist. (He bangs his fist against the bar) Fuck! BRIAN (puts his hand on Justin's upper arm - soothingly) Hey, hey. Calm down. JUSTIN (full of disappointment) I worked so hard for this. BRIAN (pulls him closer) I know.
Justin closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. He straightens up and looks at Brian.
JUSTIN Maybe I was deceiving myself. There are so many talented artists out there I might be just a mediocre amateur who fell for flattery of family and friends. BRIAN (emphatically) You are a fucking genius. Don't let anyone ever tell you otherwise. Besides, what the hell do they know about art? They never got a blowjob from you.
Justin gives him a little smile. Brian returns it then touches his neck and bends forward to give him an encouraging kiss. In the very same moment Buster lets out a howl of joy and heads for the entrance. Brian and Justin turn to look. It's Mysterious Marilyn. She's holding a blond girl by the hand who's carrying a white cane. Even though the girl's hair is a bit longer by now, her blue, motionless eyes are still the same. Mysterious Marilyn comes to a halt next to the bar, while Buster is excitedly greeting his little friend. Shirley pats his head and smiles. MYSTERIOUS MARILYN Hello boys. This young lady here says she needs to find a man called Brian Kinney. CUT TO: INT. NOVOTNY/BRUCKNER'S - BEDROOM - DAY We see Michael lying on the bed, his back turned towards us. Change of angle. Debbie is standing in the doorway. She looks at him for a moment, then enters the room and approaches the bed. Slowly, she sits down next to him on the mattress. Her son keeps staring against the wall. Debbie remains silent, which quickly earns her Michael's attention.
MICHAEL (turns to look at her) Aren't you going to say something? I expected some furious reproaches in combination with a slap on the back of my head served with a flaming speech about the importance of faithfulness and honesty. DEBBIE (touches his back - smiling) Do you remember when you climbed on old Jeremiah's apple tree? You were about eight years old. The apples weren't ripened and you got such a bad diarrhea you thought you were going to die. MICHAEL (screws up his face) I vaguely remember. Surprisingly, you didn't say it served me right. DEBBIE (softly) Well, sometimes life teaches you a lesson which needs no further comment. You never tried to steal an apple again.
Michael studies her warm, gentle face for a moment then comes into a sitting position and puts his arms around her shoulders. Debbie kisses his cheek and rubs his back. They remain in this position for a minute. The only noises are Michael's sniffing and the movement of Debbie's fingers, soothingly stroking his shoulder blades.
MICHAEL (hoarsely) I fucked it up, mom. I lost him.
Debbie straightens up and takes his chin between her thumb and her index finger.
DEBBIE Michael Charles Novotny, you're not an eight-year-old anymore. If you want him back stop lying idly on the bed and wasting your time feeling sorry for yourself.
Michael frees himself from her grip and gets up.
MICHAEL What am I supposed to do? Nobody can stand to be around me. (gesturing in the direction of the hallway) Ben left me, Hunter hates me. I'm the last person they want to talk to right now. DEBBIE (comes to her feet) You might lose if you fight but if you don't fight at all you've already lost. MICHAEL (confused by her odd remark) Where did you get such wisdom from? DEBBIE (tries to recall) I can't remember. (shrugging) Maybe I read it on some sticker. MICHAEL (looks at her for moment then kisses her on the cheek) I love you, ma. Thanks for kicking my ass. DEBBIE (gives him a light slap on the cheek) You're welcome, baby.
CUT TO: INT. DEBBIE'S AND CARL'S - LIVING ROOM - DAY Brian is leaning against the couch and takes a impatient look at his watch. As he lifts his head his eye catches a medium sized plastic replica of the Cheshire Cat from Alice in Wonderland, grinning at him from the top of the refrigerator. He wrinkles his brows and shakes his head in disgust. His attention shifts to Carl who's coming down the stairs.
CARL (holding up a brown leather case) I got them. (He hands it to him along with the keys) Registration papers and the keys. BRIAN (pocketing the papers) Thanks, you'll get your car back in a few hours. CARL (accompanying him to the door) This blind girl really came all the way here on her own just to see you? BRIAN (shrugging) For some reason I have this magnetic attraction for runaways. CARL Did she tell you what's wrong? BRIAN (opens the door then turns to Carl) No, she just said she wants me to talk to her sister. Don't kids know how to use a fucking telephone nowadays? CARL (with an unhappy look in the direction of the kitchen) Well, at least you don't have to do the dishes. BRIAN She's really turning you into a housemaid, huh? (Carl frowns at him, definitely not pleased by the remark) Where is she by the way? CARL At Michael's place. I don't exactly know what's going on there but obviously Ben moved out. BRIAN (frowning) What? CARL Hunter called. He was really upset. BRIAN (pensively) Hmm… Well, erm… thanks again. (smirking) I won't keep you from doing your duties any longer.
Carl screws up his face as Brian slips out and closes the door behind him. Change to the outside, we see him walking down to Carl's car, a cell phone pressed against his ear.
BRIAN Hey, it's me. (Closing the gate behind him) It'll take me a bit longer than expected. I have to see someone before we can go. (He reaches the car and opens the door) I'll pick you up in about forty minutes.
He gets into the car. Change to the Liberty Diner. Justin and Shirley are sitting at a booth opposite the counter, Buster is lying to their feet. An empty plate is sitting between them on the table. Justin shuts his cell phone and stuffs it back into his pocket.
JUSTIN We have to wait a little longer. Do you want another sandwich? SHIRLEY (turns her head in his direction but her eyes seem fixed on something in the distance) No, thanks but can I get a hot chocolate? With cream? JUSTIN (smiling) Sure. (He turns toward the counter) Kiki, could we get a hot chocolate and a coffee, please? KIKI Coming up in a flash, honey. JUSTIN (draws his attention back to the girl) Shirley, can I ask you a question? SHIRLEY Of course. Unless it's got something to do with math. I'm really bad with numbers. JUSTIN (smiles then gets serious again) How did you get here? SHIRLEY (shrugging) I robbed my piggy bank and called a cab while Megan was doing the shopping. You just have to tell the driver where you want to go and he'll take you there. JUSTIN Didn't he wonder why you were traveling alone? SHIRLEY (with an innocent smile) I said I wanted to visit my aunt. JUSTIN Very clever. You still don't wanna tell me what happened?
Shirley shakes her head no. Justin sighs and leans back on the bench. For a moment nobody says a word. Justin plays with a napkin, lost in thoughts.
SHIRLEY (out of the blue) You are unhappy. JUSTIN (looks up - hesitantly) Yes, I got some bad news today. All of a sudden some people don't like my paintings anymore. SHIRLEY Are you going to do something about it? JUSTIN (wrinkling his brows) What do you mean by that? SHIRLEY If they don't like them why don't you show them to somebody else? KIKI (places the chocolate on the table so that her fingers are touching the mug) Here, sweetie. Your chocolate.
Justin watches her feeling for the handle, pensively wrinkling his brows. CUT TO: THE WEDDING - BUFFET - DAY Emmett and Darren are standing on a sunbathed terrace in front of a buffet table. The surrounding trees are decorated with red and white ribbons. Darren is holding a clip board in his hands while Emmett inspects the prepared food. He nods and takes a look at his watch.
EMMETT The guests will arrive in about an hour. (He looks gives Darren an inquiring look) Did we forget something? DARREN (glancing at his clip board) The drinks are cooled, the musicians and the waiters are ready. According to the list we are prepared. EMMETT (pleased) Good. DARREN Okay, I have to go and put my make-up on. Shanda Leer will be great today. She always feels inspired when love in the air. EMMETT (unenthusiastic) I'm sure she's going to be fabulous. DARREN (surprised by his muted reaction) Is everything alright? EMMETT Oh yes, I'm fine.
Darren doesn't seem to be convinced but walks out of the picture nevertheless. Emmett looks after him for a moment then turns back to the buffet. Two small figures of marzipan in the middle of the table catch his eye. It's obviously a gay wedding. Instead of the bride there's a second groom. Emmett heaves an unhappy sigh. Suddenly someone clears his throat. Emmett turns to the right. Quick flash to a tall athletic guy with short cropped black hair who's leaning casually against the trunk of cherry tree. Even though he's not exactly handsome, he has some sort of a wild and rough adventurer charm.
GUY (scrutinizing him) Ex-lover or a reject? EMMETT (frowning at the intruder) None of the above. If you are not one of the waiters I must ask you to leave. GUY (walking up to the table) Since I happen to be an invited guest I guess I'll stay. (He gives Emmett a broad grin. Taking a look at the buffet) As long as there's enough food.
He reaches for one of the canapés but before he's able to pick it up, Emmett gives him a slap on the back of his hand.
EMMETT Don't you dare! Normally I don't prejudge people but in your case I'll make an exception. You have obviously no manners, never heard of wax or a shaver and I bet your whole body hasn't seen a piece of soap in the past six month. GUY (drawing nearer) Do you wanna find out? EMMETT (turning up his nose - disgusted) Thanks, but no thanks. GUY (unimpressed by the rejection) I'm Grant. EMMETT (vitriolic) I'm not interested.
Grant grins and gives him a flirtatious look. Emmett glares at him, which seems to amuse Grant all the more. Emmett averts his gaze but his eyes quickly find their way back to the rough party guest. Grant grabs a canapé and stuffs it into his mouth. He gives Emmett an unmistakable look, while he lets his index finger slowly slip out of his mouth. Change to a big modern grey camper. We hear ecstatic moaning. Cut to the inside with focus on the wide bed. Emmett is sitting on Grant's lap, hands on his shoulders, riding his cock with abandon. One hand on his back, the other on his dick, Grant is jerking him off in the same rhythm Emmett's moving his hips. Climax. Emmett drops backwards on the mattress, Grant collapses on top of him. After a moment of heavy panting Grant rolls over.
GRANT (getting rid of the condom) I normally don't prejudge people either but you when I saw you I knew you're a nelly bottom. EMMETT You definitely have no idea how to compliment a lady but you really know how to handle your machete.
Grant straightens up and reaches for a little cardboard box, which is lying on the window pane behind him. Emmett drapes the sheets over him and comes into a sitting positions, arms resting on his knees. Grant lights a joint.
GRANT (handing it to him) It's really good shit. I got it from my last visit to Brazil. EMMETT (remembering something Michael once mentioned about Brazil) You haven't been to the beach, have you? GRANT (wrinkling his brows) No, I visited some friends in the north of Sao Paulo. EMMETT (takes a drag from the joint - impressed) Seems like you really got around. 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 (exhales the smoke and gives the joint back) George wanted to show me the world once. (sad) Apparently it wasn't meant to be. GRANT (touches Emmett's shoulder) Why don't you come with me? EMMETT (surprised by the suggestion) With you? Are you serious? GRANT (passionately) Where do you want to go? (He points at a world map which is pinned on his refrigerator) Japan? Italy? Africa? I can take you everywhere. Places where no package holiday tourists ever get. Just pick a country or a city you'd like to see. EMMETT (uncertain) I don't know. GRANT Is there something or someone who keeps you here?
Emmett looks at him and doesn't answer. Grant holds out the joint to him. Emmett bends forward and takes another drag. CUT TO: FRICK PARK - DAY An inline skater rolls into the picture from the right. The camera follows him passing two old ladies, a woman wheeling a baby carriage and stops as Michael comes into view. He glances nervously at his watch then takes a look to the right. Change of angle. Two arms slide around his chest from behind and Andy's face appears next to his ear.
ANDY (in a sexy voice) You're all alone?
Michael jerks back as if glowing iron burned his skin. Andy gives him a puzzled look.
MICHAEL (reproachful) Are you crazy? You almost gave me a heart attack. ANDY (holding up his hands) I came unarmed. (Michael calms down) Geez, you're really jumpy. MICHAEL (frowning at him) I just don't like it when people sneak up on me. ANDY You asked me to come here, remember? I got your message. MICHAEL (takes a deep breath as if to brace himself) I need to talk to you. ANDY (slides his hand around Michael's waist) I would like to do something else instead. (His hand grabs Michael's butt) My apartment is just two blocks away. MICHAEL (frees himself from him) Would you please stop that and just listen. ANDY (surprised by Michael's resoluteness) Alright. MICHAEL I was never good at making decisions. Maybe that's due to the fact that there were always people who made them for me. My mom, Brian, David. It was easy to let them be in control but I came to understand that they can't live my life for me. ANDY (reaching for his shoulder) Michael. MICHAEL (lifts his hand) No, let me finish. You were right, Andy. It wasn't just sex and I did feel something that night but whatever it was it wasn't love and even if Ben breaks up with me now I'd still choose him. I consider you man enough to respect my decision.
For a moment Andy doesn't respond but the realization sinks in quickly.
ANDY (in a hoarse voice) I never meant to hurt you, Michael. I just thought there might be a chance that you would change your mind. MICHAEL It's my own fault. I should have set things straight right from the start. I'm sorry. (Andy looks at him with a sad expression on his face) Goodbye.
He's about to leave but Andy holds him back.
ANDY Michael. (Michael turns to look at him) Will I see you around? MICHAEL (calm) Most likely but I hope you understand that we can't be friends. At least not right now. (Andy nods slowly) I wish you wish you all the happiness here in Pittsburgh and I hope that you also find that special someone one day. ANDY Me too.
He watches him go, the disappointment plainly visible on his face. The camera follows Michael then switches to a cyclist who's passing him by. He takes us with him for a few meters until we reach Ted and Blake, sitting next to each other on a park bench.
BLAKE Thanks for coming. TED (nervously) I'm glad you called me back. I don't know if Sylvia told you that I was looking for you last night. BLAKE (in a disturbing calm voice) She did but I had to figure out some things before I could talk to you. TED (hastily) It was all a terrible misunderstanding. We met Cesare at the opera as I accidentally spilled my drink over his shirt and Emmett suggested that- BLAKE (touches Ted's arm to stop the flood of words) You don't have to explain. It doesn't matter. TED (seriously worried) What do you mean by that? BLAKE I came to a decision. (Ted looks like he's awaiting his death sentence) I've known you for quite a while now and even though we didn't have the best start you were the first person who ever believed in me. You probably don't know this but you were the one who saved me. You gave me the strength to break out of my addiction. TED (hoarsely) You gave that strength back to me. BLAKE (sounding unhappy) I'm sorry, Ted. (Ted lowers his head) I'm sorry for running away. (Ted looks up at him in surprise) Time is precious. I shouldn't waste it seeking something I already found. I hope it's not too late to ask for a second chance. TED (stunned) You're not breaking with me? BLAKE (with a smile of uncertainty) Actually I'd like to move in with you. Provided you still want to be with me.
It takes a moment for the news to sink in. Ted's face lightens up. Obviously he's too surprised to say anything because he grabs Blake's shoulder and expresses his agreement with an intense kiss. An old lady walks past them with a piqued look, shaking her head in disapproval.
TED (breaks the kiss) Does it sound mushy if I tell you that I love you? BLAKE I don't mind some mushiness once in a while. Besides I've seen 'Gone With The Wind' three times.
Ted gives a happy laugh and resumes kissing him. CUT TO: INT. THE GYM - WORKOUT ZONE - DAY We pass a muscular guy lifting the dumbbells to harden his already iron biceps, two gym bunnies having a chat instead of doing their sit ups and a black guy working out on a pull-down machine. Ben comes into view. He's lying on a bench press, lifting up a barbell, sweating and groaning. Change to his POV. Steps are approaching and a second later Brian's face blocks the view to the ceiling. He's not dressed for sporting activities. At least not this kind of sporting activities.
BRIAN (in a strict tone) We need to talk.
Change of angle. Ben frowns at him, but lifts up the barbell and places it onto its supporting stand. He comes into a sitting position. Brian throws a bottle of water to him.
BRIAN Drinks are on me. BEN (reaches for his towel) How did you find me? BRIAN Well, it was either here or the next convent and I figured you would rather be in the mood for punching something than silently praying with the sisters. BEN (dubbing the sweat from his brow) Did Michael send you? BRIAN (testy) Do I look like a fucking Postillion d'amour? I didn't tell him I was going to see you and you won't do either because, strictly speaking, it's none of my business. BEN (draping the towel around his neck) This is something we agree on for a change. I hope you don't mind my asking, why the hell do you butt in? BRIAN (puts one hand on the barbell) In my role as Michael's best man I feel obligated to tell you when you start acting like two fucking heterosexuals. BEN (sarcastic) I took note of your concern. Now if you don't mind I'd like to finish my training. Have a nice day.
He puts the water aside, lies down on the bench press and reaches for the barbell but Brian holds it down. Annoyed, Ben gets up from the bench again. He looks as if he might turn into The Incredible Hulk at any moment.
BRIAN (unimpressed) He made a mistake. So what? People do. It's part of human nature. Besides you have to admit Andy really has a nice ass. I'd fuck him if I hadn't done him already. BEN We both know it wasn't just about sex and apart from that he betrayed my trust. BRIAN (looking him in the eye) So you stopped loving him? BEN (evasive) That's not the point. He – BRIAN Simple question. It's either yes or no. Do you love him? BEN (heaves a sigh - in a calm voice) Of course I love him but that doesn't change what he did. I cannot trust him anymore. BRIAN (lets go off the barbell) Trust can be regained and let me tell you running away won't solve your problems. BEN (vitriolic) What the fuck do you know? You have no idea how I feel. BRIAN (stares at him; his jaw tenses - in a very low voice) I've been cheated on once. (emphasizing) I know what it feels like. You should give him a second chance. Think it over.
He turns around and leaves. Ben watches him go with a pensive expression on his face. CUT TO: EXT. STUART'S APARTMENT - STAIRCASE Lilly comes up the stairs, clad in an old parka and a pair of bell-bottoms. She's carrying a paper bag. Obviously it was her turn to do the grocery shopping. She takes out her keys, barely able to see anything because of a big leek, which is hanging out of the bag and is blocking her view. Hunter, who was sitting on the floor, scrambles to his feet.
HUNTER Hey.
Lilly's startles, her head flips in Hunter's direction and she almost drops the keys.
LILLY (reproachful) Jesus, Hunter. You scared the shit out of me. HUNTER (approaching her) I'm sorry. I was waiting for a while, I guess I fell asleep. LILLY Are you stalking me?
Instead of an answer Hunter takes her in a tight embrace and surprises her with a kiss. Lilly has to hold the rustling bag with both hands to prevent its content from falling down to the floor.
HUNTER (nuzzling her neck) I missed you.
He lets her go.
LILLY (puts the key into the look) You were the one who said he needed some time to recover. Not me. HUNTER (leans against the doorframe) Can I stay here tonight? I don't want to go home. LILLY (opens the door - worried) What's wrong? Trouble with your fathers?
They enter the apartment. Hunter closes the door behind them.
HUNTER (following Lilly into the kitchen) Ben moved out because Michael fucked some guy and didn't tell him. LILLY (surprised) Oh.
She puts her shopping bag on the counter top. Hunter frowns at her. She's obviously not as compassionate as he expected her to be.
HUNTER If they really break up I swear I'll never talk to Michael again. LILLY (looks at him while unpacking the bag) Don't you think you're overreacting? HUNTER (leans against the refrigerator) I'd get myself an apartment. LILLY (gently shoves him aside to put a lettuce into the vegetable compartment) You couldn't afford renting a single room. HUNTER (staring at the door of the fridge) I can get a job. LILLY (shuts it and looks at him) Or buy yourself a broken car and sleep in the backseat. You know, you really make a great drama queen. HUNTER (in a huff) Thanks for your condolences. LILLY (sarcastic) I wasn't aware that somebody died. HUNTER (getting angry again) You don't understand. It's the first place, the first place that ever felt like home. I don't want to lose it. (Lilly wrinkles her brows. She looks hurt. Hunter calms down) I'm sorry. I didn't mean to take it out on you. LILLY (in a low voice) I also had a place I called home once but I was forced to leave because of something my father did. I forgave him for that because I love him and I know that everybody makes mistakes. You are lucky. You don't have to run away anymore. Please go home and sort things out.
She gives him a weak smile, then turns away and continues unpacking her shopping bag. Hunter watches her in a mixture of confusion and worry. CUT TO: EXT. THE GUIDING EYE - AFTERNOON Focus on a medium sized single family house, next to a building that looks like a small barn. Flowerpots are standing next on each side of the entrance and there's a sign hanging above the door that says 'THE GUIDING EYE'. Change of angle. Gravel sprays as Carl's car comes to a halt next to the stone steps, nearly hitting a container with bellflowers. Smirking, Brian gets out of the car. He's wearing sunglasses and is grinning like the Cheshire cat himself. He opens the door to the backseat and takes Shirley's hand to help her getting out. Buster follows, while Justin stays in the car. Brian grabs the door with his left hand, puts his elbow on the roof and smirks at him across the backseat.
JUSTIN (arms crossed over is chest - without looking at him) Stop grinning. BRIAN (amused) I can't help it. I'm still picturing it. JUSTIN (turning to look at him) I didn't mean to tell you. I knew you would be like that. SHIRLEY (appears next to Brian - trying to cheer him up) You don't have to be ashamed. I bet you have a nice voice. BRIAN (in agreement) She's right. You know I love it when you use your vocal cords. JUSTIN (trying to defend himself) It was karaoke night. Stephen paid an extra three hundred and fifty. I needed the money. I couldn't say no, okay? (Frowning at Shirley - grouchy) It's all her fault. I still don't know how she managed to make me say it. BRIAN (puts his hand on Shirley's shoulder as if he wants to say 'Well-done' - addressing Justin) Come on, Cher. Stop pouting and get your sweet ass out of the car.
Justin shots him an angry glare but obeys. Shirley slips her hand in Brian's, who shuts the door and looks at Justin again not even bothering to suppress his display of amusement.
JUSTIN (vitriolic) Would you stop grinning already?
Instead of respecting his partner's wishes, Brian starts humming the melody of Cher's 'Shoop Shoop Song'. Justin bravely tries to ignore it. They've almost reached the stairs when Megan opens the door.
MEGAN Shirley!
Overwhelmed with relief, she gets down the stairs and takes her sister in her arms, glad that she's safe and sound. Buster joins them to greet Megan, totally thrilled to see her again.
MEGAN (lets Shirley go) Promise me you'll never, never do this again. (She straightens up and looks at Brian and Justin) Thank you so much for calling and bringing her home. SHIRLEY (cheerful) See, I got Brian. He will help us. BRIAN Provided that he gets to know what the problem is. MEGAN (nods - motioning with her head in the direction of the house) Maybe we should go inside. (She takes her sister by the hand - to Justin) I'm sorry. I haven't introduced myself. I'm Megan. JUSTIN (briefly shaking her outstretched hand) Justin. I'm Brian's partner. MEGAN (confused) Partner? SHIRLEY As in boyfriend. MEGAN (looks from one to the other - slightly blushing) Oh. SHIRLEY (addressing Brian and Justin) She wants to have one too, you know.
Megan's face turns crimson. The boys exchange an amused smile.
MEGAN (glaring at her) I told you to stop listening to my conversations.
Embarrassed, Megan takes her sister by the hand and leads her up to the house. Brian gives Justin a slap on the butt.
BRIAN (smirking) I'm so glad I got you babe. JUSTIN (hissing) One more word and your cock will never make it up my ass again.
CUT TO: EXT. TED'S CONDO - STAIRCASE - AFTERNOON Close up of the door. We hear low classical music. A hand enters the picture from the left and knocks firmly. The camera widens up. It's Emmett. He's wearing a light green jacket over his black turtle neck sweater. Voices rise from the other side of the door. Emmett frowns, obviously not sure what to make out of it. Ted opens, beaming like a jack-o-lantern. He's just wearing a checked pair of shorts.
TED (cheerful) Hey, Em. EMMETT (suspicious) Hey, Teddy. TED The right person in the right place. (He grabs Emmett's hand) Come in, we need your opinion.
Before he's able to protest, Ted drags him into the apartment and closes the door. Change of angle.
EMMETT (worried) Is everything alright. You-
He spots Blake, who's sitting at the dining table, which is covered with a lot of papers. His choice of garment matches Ted's. He's almost naked apart from a pair of briefs. Obviously they're just taking a break from their reunion sex marathon.
BLAKE Hello, Emmett. (pointing at a bottle, standing next to him) Do you want some wine? EMMETT What's going on here? TED (comes to stand behind Blake) Like I said we need your opinion. (He reaches for a magazine and lifts it up. It shows curtains in various colors and shapes) Should we take the cream or the orange ones for the living room? EMMETT (wrinkling his brows) You wanna redecorate? TED (puts the magazine down, touches Blake's shoulder and looks at his lover) Do you want to tell him? BLAKE (smiles at Ted, then turns to Emmett) Ted and I are planning on renovating the farm. TED Blake wants to set up his own therapy program there. BLAKE I'll try to convince two other counselors from my working place to join the project. TED (thoroughly happy) The best thing is we're also going to live there. We decided to move in together. Isn't that great news? EMMETT (now entirely confused) Yes, fabulous news. Congratulations. (He looks from Blake to Ted) When- I mean I didn't - (wrinkling his brows, addressing Blake) Aren't you supposed to be in India? BLAKE (exchanging a smile with Ted) I came back somewhat earlier. TED (holding up the magazine again) So what do you think? EMMETT Cream. Orange may have been hip two years ago but things change. (to himself - gloomily) Obviously. BLAKE (addressing Ted - triumphant) See, I told you. TED (seductively) Maybe we should go to bed and discuss it again.
He bends down and kisses Blake. That's more than Emmett can take.
EMMETT (with a sad wave of his hand) I should go. The world's waiting for me.
Ted and Blake barely notice him leaving. They're occupied with kissing and touching, still on cloud nine. CUT TO: INT. THE GUIDING EYE - KITCHEN - AFTERNOON Brian, Justin and Megan are sitting at a small kitchen table, drinking coffee while Shirley feeds Buster and a yellow Golden Retriever some dog biscuits. She giggles a little whenever the dogs lick her hand.
MEGAN I really don't want to bother you with my problems. BRIAN (giving her a spit-it-out look) It was important enough for your sister to come all the way to the city so since we're already here you might just as well tell us. JUSTIN (with an encouraging smile) Maybe we can help. MEGAN (sighs) I'm afraid there's not much you could do. They're going to tear down the house. As it turned out there are dangerous cracks in some supporting walls due to dampness which crept in over the years. The owner informed us it's in a state of disrepair. You see, we live on donations and can't afford to buy a house which means we have to rent. There's only one week left till we have to move out and it's nearly impossible to find a new place in such a short time.
Brian leans back in his chair and presses his index finger against his lips, thinking.
JUSTIN What about a temporary solution? MEGAN (gloomily) That would probably work for Shirley and me but there still the dogs to consider. We have eleven of them in training at the moment. We can't keep them in a motel room. We need something bigger. BRIAN (with a movement of his hand) Like a farm for example? MEGAN I don't even dare to dream about such a place. BRIAN (straightens up) I have to make a phone call.
He gets to his feet, while taking out his cell phone and comes to stand next to the stove in the background.
BRIAN Hey Theodore, it's me. (He frowns) What the hell did you take? - Listen, do you still have that farm you told me about? JUSTIN (addressing Megan - optimistic) Don't worry, if somebody can sell ideas to people it's Brian. He can be very convincing. MEGAN (watching Brian) He's a really nice person. JUSTIN (in a low voice) He is but don't tell him that you've noticed. BRIAN (into the phone - ironic) Are you planning on a second Beefland Ranch? If you ask me you've watched Buckleroos one time too many. Dean Phoenix won't come knocking at your door. (He turns to look at Justin and Megan) Yeah, whatever. Good luck.
He hangs up and from he look on his face you can tell he doesn't have good news. Shirley enters the picture and steps next to her sister. The dogs disappear underneath the table.
BRIAN All of a sudden Theodore Schmidt is determined to become a peasant boy. MEGAN (disappointed) That's okay. Thanks for trying. SHIRLEY (addressing Megan - reproachful) You'll give them away now, right? I heard you talking to Beth. You want to give them to an animal home. MEGAN (touches her shoulder - unhappy) I don't want to do it but I don't have a choice. BRIAN Hold back the tears. I may have another solution. (to Justin) Can I talk to you for a moment?
Justin nods. He gets up from the chair, gives Megan a reassuring smile and follows Brian into the hallway. They come to a halt in front of a staircase.
JUSTIN I think I know what you have in mind. BRIAN It's not beneficial for the house to be vacant anyway and they could use the stables for their pack of hounds. Besides it would be only temporary. JUSTIN (nodding in agreement) I'm all for it. I'd just like to remind you that your temporary arrangements tend to become permanent. BRIAN Like with you? (Justin gives him a self-satisfied smile. Brian puts his arm around his shoulders and shrugs) I guess it could be worse.
Justin pinches his nipple through the fabric of his shirt, causing Brian to flinch. CUT TO: INT. NOVOTNY/BRUCKNER'S - LIVING ROOM - EVENING Focus on the TV. Somebody is watching The Fast And The Furious. The camera sways to the left. Hunter is half-sitting, half-lying on the couch. We hear the front door open. Hunter keeps staring on the screen, ignoring Michael, who enters the room. He looks exhausted.
MICHAEL (taking off his jacket) Hey.
When Hunter doesn't respond, Michael takes a deep breath and steps next to the couch.
MICHAEL Since we both have to live in this house I suggest we clarify the situation. Shout at me, tell me I acted like a jerk but don't pretend I'm non existent. HUNTER (still not looking at him) Where have you been? MICHAEL (takes a deep breath and exhales slowly) I met Andy at the park. I told him it was a one-time thing. Then I went looking for Ben. HUNTER Did you find him? MICHAEL (shaking his head) No. HUNTER (finally turns to look at him - icy) Then keep looking.
He gets up and heads for the kitchen. Michael looks after him then takes a step aside and sinks on the couch with a suppressed groan. We hear Hunter rummaging in the fridge followed by the closing of its door. Change of angle. Hunter leaves the kitchen, carrying a bottle of orange juice. He's about to got upstairs but stops to turn to Michael.
HUNTER I'm sorry for what I said before. I don't hate you. I was just angry. I didn't mean it. (An expression of relief and hope appears on Michael's face) But don't get me wrong. I'm still mad at you.
He walks upstairs and leaves a smiling Michael in the company of Vin Diesel and Paul Walker, who are racing along L.A.'s nightly streets at high speed. Just as they cross the finish line we hear the front door open again. Michael straightens up and turns to look over the back of the couch. A short moment later Ben enters the living room, carrying his duffel bag. Their eyes met. Ben comes to a halt. There is a certain longing in the way they look at each other, just as if they wish they could go upstairs and fall asleep in each others arms like nothing has happened.
MICHAEL (uncertain) Did you- Did you forget something? BEN Yes. (He puts down his duffel bag) I forgot that I wasn't always honest with you either. I was close to destroying our relationship when using steroids but you gave me a second chance. MICHAEL (getting up from the couch) Of course I did. (He approaches Ben but stops in a short distance) I believed we were strong enough to make it. I still do. BEN (in a sad voice) We can't carry on like it never happened. MICHAEL (hoarsely) I know. BEN I'll sleep on the couch. MICHAEL You should take the bed. Since I'm the one who's responsible for this whole mess, it's only fair. BEN (shaking his head) No, it's fine. I'll just go upstairs to get myself a blanket.
Michael doesn't object. Ben picks up his bag and goes upstairs. Michael looks after him. According to the expression on his face he's torn between disappointment and relief. CUT TO: EXT. THE GUIDING EYE - EVENING Megan, Shirley and the boys are standing in the doorway. Buster is sitting next to Shirley, who's tickling him between his ears.
MEGAN I still don't know what to say. BRIAN (in a business-like tone - definitely uncomfortable with the emotional atmosphere) I'll arrange everything. You can move in on Friday. MEGAN Thank you.
In a wave of gratefulness she throws her arms around them, causing Justin to smile and Brian to awkwardly screw up his face. As Megan lets them go, Shirley touches Brian's arm.
SHIRLEY (smiles - her eyes are turned straight ahead) I'll make you rose-hip tea next time you come for a visit. JUSTIN (with a suppressed grin) That's his favorite.
His cockiness earns him a light nudge in the ribs.
BRIAN (briefly strokes Shirley's hair) Take care. JUSTIN (to Megan) Thanks for the coffee.
He descends the stairs and heads for the car. Brian is just about to follow him but Megan holds him back.
MEGAN I was going to call you before this whole mess happened to talk about Buster.
The expression on Brian's face hardens. He looks at the dog who's standing at his side, watching him with pricked up ears.
BRIAN (turns his eyes away) Of course. He's your- MEGAN (handing him a large envelope) His papers. Since he's going to stay with you, I thought you should have them. (Noticing that Brian is about to contradict) Don't try to tell me you don't want to keep him. I'm not blind but I know when you're lying. BRIAN You are quite bossy for a girl your age. I bet you have all the boys going down on their knees for you.
For the second time of this day Megan's face turns crimson and Brian walks out of the picture with a smirk. Change of angle. Justin gets in the passenger's seat while Brian approaches the car, Buster at his heels. His cell phone rings.
BRIAN (takes the call) Tell me you have some good news for me? LOU'S VOICE (earpiece) Maybe we should start with bad ones. I managed to get an appointment with Kirk. He was very interested in meeting you. BRIAN (opens the door and lets Buster jump in the car) If that's bad new I wonder about the good ones. LOU'S VOICE Well, he just called to cancel the interview. (He gets into the driver's seat) Obviously a big advertising agency here in New York just offered him a job he couldn't refuse. Exactly an hour after I talked to him. BRIAN (hitting the steering wheel with the palm of his hand) Fuck.
Justin frowns, surprised by his little outburst of anger.
LOU'S VOICE The good news is I could convince him to see me when he's in town. If you want my opinion I think somebody deliberately tried to snatch him right from under your nose. (Brian closes the door) I guess it's unnecessary to ask you if you have any enemies. BRIAN (starts the engine) Just try to make him attend an interview and leave the rest to me. LOU'S VOICE I'll do my best.
Brian hangs up, pockets his cell and fastens his seatbelt.
JUSTIN Trouble? BRIAN (turning the car) You know, I'm used to people stalking me - who could blame them - but I got the feeling there's someone after me who likes to play dirty games. JUSTIN (dryly) I thought you're also used to that. BRIAN (with a quick sidelong glance) Is this a subtle way of telling me you want me to tie you to the bed tonight? JUSTIN Only if it's not too much trouble. BRIAN Not at all.
Pleased, Justin leans back in his seat. Change of angle. The car leaves the driveway and gets on the street. Back to the inside.
JUSTIN (serious) I decided to fly back tomorrow. I have to find out what's going on. If they don't change their minds I'll look for another gallery. Maybe Austin can use his contacts to help me. BRIAN (willing to help) Do you want me to fuck a gallery owner for you? JUSTIN I really appreciate the offer but I have to do this on my own. Without fucking anyone. BRIAN (shrugs, then notices in the brightness of the headlights that they're approaching a crossroad) Speaking of fucking. Since we have a few hours left-
He turns right. The car leaves the main road.
JUSTIN (wrinkling his brows) Hey, we were supposed to turn left here. BRIAN (in feigned consternation) Oops, you're right. JUSTIN Where are we going? BRIAN (mysterious) Be patient, Sunshine. It's a surprise.
Justin eyes him suspiciously. CUT TO: INT. DEBBIE'S AND CARL'S - EVENING The next suitcase gets packed. Emmett is sitting on his bed next to a pile of clothes. He's looking at some pictures he took from the mirror of his make-up table. We hear somebody approaching the room. Emmett lifts his head and quickly stuffs the pictures between a sweater and a pair of jeans. Rel appears in the doorway and stops in surprise as he spots the suitcase.
REL When I got your message, saying you want to say goodbye because you're going to travel around the world with Indiana Jones, I thought you were high. EMMETT (folds a pink t-shirt and puts it into the suitcase) I'm as clean as one can be.
Rel leans against the doorframe and watches him.
REL You really decided to go? EMMETT (with resignation) There's no reason to stay anymore. REL (passionately) That's not true. All your friends live here. EMMETT Ted and Blake are so happy together it could almost make you puke and all they care about is the interior design of Old Mc Donald's chicken farm. I left two messages on Michael's voice mail but I haven't heard from him for about a week. And Brian and Justin - well, I really doubted they would survive this long distance relationship but guess what? They're doing just fine. Don't get me wrong I'm happy for them it's just- REL (approaching the bed) Justin? He's blond, right? (Emmett wrinkles his brows) Never mind. (He sits down next to Emmett) Well, there's still Debbie. You always told me how much fun you had staying up all night and watching TV together. EMMETT The couch got a bit too cramped since Carl moved in. (gloomily) Believe me, no one will even notice that I'm gone. REL I will. (He nudges him with his shoulder) Didn't you tell me once you should always look on the bright side of life? EMMETT I just wanted to make you get out of bed. REL (watches him - pensively) Are you in love with that India Jones guy ? EMMETT (turns to look at him) No. REL Why do you want to go with him then? EMMETT (shrugs) He can show me the world. Take me everywhere I want. Rome, Tokyo, Rio de Janeiro. REL (matter-of-factly) In other words everywhere but Pittsburgh. Because all your friends have a boyfriend but you. EMMETT I'm fine with being single. It's just that once in a while I miss waking up in the morning, cradled in the strong arms of my lover. REL I don't think the men in Paris or Rome will be any different from the guys here. They just speak another language. EMMETT (raises his brows in surprise) You're pretty wise for a chicken. REL (smiling at him) I had a good teacher. You know, you can always sleep in my bed whenever you feel lonely. EMMETT (touched) That's sweet but I'm afraid your father could get the wrong impression. REL Would you mind if he would? EMMETT (eying him suspiciously) You're not thinking what I think you're thinking, are you? REL (turning up his nose) Hell no. (Emmett seems to b relieved.) Can I kiss you? EMMETT (staring at him in bewilderment) What?! REL (absolutely determined about it) C'mon, it won't do any harm if we give it a try. Just to make sure. Otherwise I may end up having a crush on you one day. EMMETT (looks into his puppy eyes and sighs) I must be out of my mind. Alright, go ahead.
They close their eyes. Rel moves closer to Emmett, puts one hand on his thigh and leans forward. Their lips touch. Emmett opens his mouth a little but makes sure that there's no way Rel could slip his tongue in. Rel carefully tastes him but stops after a few second. Opening his eyes, he slowly straightens up.
REL (screwing up his face) Uh… That was odd. Felt like kissing my brother. I'm sorry, I'm afraid you're not my type. EMMETT (amused) Seems like it's my lucky night. REL Exactly. (He takes Emmett's hand and gets to his feet) C'mon, let's go out dancing. There are plenty of hot men who'd love to get in our pants. Indiana can go and find himself another Marion.
Emmett hesitates for a moment but gives in then. Rel smiles and drags him off the bed. While they leave the room the camera pans over to the open and half packed suitcase. There's a photograph showing between the clothes. It's the one of Emmett and Drew. CUT TO: EXT. BRITIN - TERRACE - POOL - NIGHT Close up of Justin's grey hooded sweatshirt lying next to Brian's dark blue shirt in the grass. The camera moves to the right, pans over a sock, a pair of jeans and ends with a pair of white and black CK's lying on the edge of the pool. Steam is rising from the water. The camera stops when Brian and Justin come into view. They're making out in the corner of the pool. Justin is standing with his back against wall, arms wrapped around Brian's shoulders. Brian is supporting himself with one hand on the edge of the pool while the other one is moving somewhere between them in the water. They're kissing - parting lips to reunite their tongues - until Brian straightens up and reaches for his jeans, which are lying behind Justin's head in the grass. He takes a condom out of its pocket and rips it open with his teeth.
JUSTIN (watching him slipping it on) You are aware of the fact that we can't celebrate orgies in the garden anymore? BRIAN (supports himself with his hands on the wall next to Justin's head) That's a pity. I already invited a bunch of horny hunks for a beach night next weekend. JUSTIN (letting his wet fingers run over Brian's naked chest) You have Gus next weekend. The girls are going on their belated honeymoon, remember? BRIAN Damn! Looks like I have to reschedule.
Justin presses his naked body against Brian's and puts his arms around him. He kisses his neck.
JUSTIN (quietly) I'm glad that we came here. BRIAN (grabs Justin's waist) I thought it was about time we take a dive in the pool. JUSTIN (sexily) Then dive in me, Mr. Kinney. Make us rearrange our top ten.
Brian hasn't to be told twice. Music sets in: ATB - Ecstasy. He lifts Justin up like he did in 1.03 and lets him slowly glide down, biting and licking his abdomen on the way. His tongue dwells on his nipples until his mouth finds Justin's. The moment their tongues meet he guides his dick inside Justin's ass, causing him to suck in his breath for a few seconds. Justin's grip on his shoulders tightens. They kiss slowly, tongues teasing. Brian's nipping at Justin's bottom lip, giving him time to get adjusted. After a few seconds Justin straightens up and starts moving, before he resumes kissing Brian. Wider angle. We see Buster lying on the grass, panting and watching over them, while they're producing little waves, which are ruffling the surface of the water, slightly splashing around their united bodies. FADE TO BLACK ATB – Ecstasy Have you ever noticed, That I'm not acting as I used to do before? Have you ever wondered, Why I always keep on coming back for more? What have you done to me, I'll never be the same I'll tell you for sure I'll never be the same I'll tell you for sure I'll never be the same I'll tell you for sure You really are my ecstasy, My real life fantasy Not that I'm complaining, A more beautiful vision - I have never seen If you don't mind me saying, A lifelong ambition to fulfill my dream What have you done to me, I'll never be the same I'll tell you for sure I'll never be the same I'll tell you for sure I'll never be the same I'll tell you for sure You really are my ecstasy, My real life fantasy, oh yeah You really are my ecstasy, My real life fantasy, oh yeah (There can be no other while we still have each other) (There can be no other while we still have each other) You really are my ecstasy, (There can be no other while we still have each other) My real life fantasy, oh yeah 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 Ryan Kelly Executive Story Editor galefan4ever Music Supervision CleverDevil galefan4ever **** 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 know I promised to update sooner and I’m sorry for not keeping it. RL was so stressful, I barely had time to work on it. I hope I won’t need four weeks again to post the next episode. I know Ben is a very gentle and understanding person but I thought he wouldn't take the whole Andy incident very well. I guess trust is very important to him because he paid a high price for trusting the wrong person once. Besides, it's probably not a very pleasant experience to catch your husband with his ex. For everyone who might wonder about Justin being Cher: It was karaoke night at Satellite in NY. The owner of the bar is a Cher fan and he paid Justin for being dressed like her and singing a few songs. When Brian says 'I'm so glad I got you babe’ he's referring to the song 'I got you babe' by Sonny and Cher. He was just teasing him. During the telephone conversation with Ted, Brian mentions Buckleroos. It's a gay porn epos which takes place at the Beefland Ranch and Dean Phoenix is a porn star who had a leading role in the movie. And no - I haven't watched it. I just saw a documentation. As for B/J letting the girls move into Britin. Well, Debbie once said Brian's biggest organ was his heart and I think she's right.
TRAILER EPISODE 6.12
Music - Exhale slowly by Bootsy Mc Queen queer as folk Pittsburgh International Airport. Justin and Brian are hurrying through the terminal, Justin is carrying a duffel bag. He's out of breath. Justin: "How much time do we have left?" Brian takes a look at his watch. "Thirty minutes. Maybe forty." Novotny-Bruckner's. Debbie and Michael are sitting on the floor in the living room. Debbie looks over to the kitchen, where Ben is standing in front of the open fridge, Jenny Rebecca on his hip. She turns to Michael: "He's still sleeping on the couch?" Michael, saddened: "He says he's not ready yet." Debbie: "Men. They need three seconds to get an erection but it takes them an eternity to swallow their pride." The loft. Lindsay, Brian and Justin are standing in front of the counter. The boys both wear nothing but a pair of jeans, their hair and skin wet from water. In the background Gus is playing with Buster. Lindsay: "Read him a bedtime story but don't give him anything to drink before he goes to bed. Don't let him watch so much TV. When you get outside make sure he puts his jacket on. Oh, and don't feed him fast food even if he's nagging you about getting a burger. Brian, dryly: "Is he at least allowed to breath?" The GLC. Emmett and Drew are in a room that gets decorated for an event in the evening. They're standing next to a table with a huge bowl of punch. Drew: "The coach extended the weight training. He wants us to get as hard as the iron in our name. I think I'm doing pretty well. You wanna feel?" Emmett looks at him, completely dumbstruck. The loft. Brian and Justin are sitting next to each other on the bed. Gus is lying behind them, completely covered by the blankets. Justin: "It's really depressing. I tried small galleries as well as big ones. I got rejected by all of them. Maybe somebody put a hex on me." Brian: "Did you read those Harry Potter books again? I told you they wouldn't do you any good." Justin: "I know it sounds crazy but Austin suspect there's somebody behind all this." The farm. Ted and Blake are painting the walls of the living room. Blake: "Sylvia told me she would like to join the project." Ted, vehemently: "No way. This woman won't cross my doorstep." Mel and Lindz are sunbathing at a pool. Lindsay reaches into the bag next to the sun-lounger and takes out her cell phone. Mel turns to look at her. She's wearing sunglasses. Mel: "Barely twenty four hours have passed. Give them at least the chance to do something you can worry about." Novotny-Bruckner's. Ben and Michael are in the kitchen, clearing out the dish washing machine. Ben looks at Michael: "I really enjoyed the last week. It felt good to be a family again." Michael returns his smile then touches his hand: "Ben… I want you b-" Zap! All lights go out. Suddenly Michael and Ben are left in the complete darkness. Brian is standing on the ice of a skating arena. He's wrinkling his brows while his eyes are panning over the skating crowd as if he's looking for someone. Justin appears next to him. He's holding Gus by the hand. Justin, slightly worried: "Is something wrong? Brian: "I just thought I saw somebody who looked familiar to me. queer as folk Adult content, graphic language, nudity, sexual content SHOWTIME - NO LIMITS