QUEER AS FOLK EPISODE 6.02 – SOMETIMES, THERE'S MORE THAN THE EYE CAN SEE Original Posting date: 04-03-07 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: BACK ALLEY OF WOODY'S - NIGHT Music: The mission by DJ Tomcraft Brian, dressed in a black leather jacket, is leaning against a brick wall. He's getting a blow-job. Close up of his face, looking down. Cut to Justin. We see him from behind, kneeling in front of a crotch, his head's doing sucking motions. Cut to Brian - moaning. Cut to Justin - sucking. Brian reaches down. Hands are grabbing Justin's hair. Climax. Brian's face twists, then relaxes. Justin slowly gets up. A blonde head emerges from below, a hand slides over Brian's chest, but surprise - it's not Justin. Split Screen: On the left - Brian's trick nuzzles his neck and approaches his face to kiss him. On the right - Justin's trick pulls him in for a kiss. Brian stops Blondie by putting his hand against his shoulder and turns his face away. Justin frees himself from his trick's grip and shakes his head.
BRIAN Sorry, restricted area. JUSTIN No, that's.. off-limits.
Their tricks seem a bit baffled by their behaviour, but they both don't object when they're turned around to face the wall. Brian and Justin are fumbling with the condoms, then off we go. Close up of the trick's faces. They're moaning. CUT TO: THE PAVEMENT OF LIBERTY AVENUE - DAY The camera moves close to the ground, it's quite shaky. A lot of feet and legs are passing by. A mailbox comes into view. The camera stops and examines an old wrapping of a chocolate bar. It starts to move again and turns to the right. A door opens in front of us. We're inside the Liberty Diner, passing the legs of the bar stools and end up in front of the counter.
BRIAN (strict) Hey! Come over here.
We see Brian from below. He's wearing a coat and a suit. Obviously he's on his way to work. Debbie's head emerges above the counter, she looks down at us.
DEBBIE Look, who we've got here. Such a sweet boy. (addressing Brian) He's definitely not one of your usual tricks.
The angle changes in a quick flash and now we see the dog from above, sniffing around.
BRIAN (watching the dog over his shoulder) Yeah, well. (He turns to Debbie) It's just a temporary thing. DEBBIE (sarcastic) Isn't it always?
Brian gives her a very-funny look.
BRIAN (takes a seat and then his coat off) I want a coffee and a croissant. A bowl of water and two slices of turkey for my companion. DEBBIE (puts her hand on her hip) If you offer me a politer order, I'll serve you with a smile for free. BRIAN (folds his arms and leans onto the counter) I thought that's included in the price.
In the background we see Michael enter the diner.
DEBBIE (leans onto the counter opposite Brian) Only for special guests. MICHAEL (taking a seat next to Brian, who turns to look at him) Quick, I need something to eat. It's an emergency. DEBBIE (straightens up - concerned) Sweetie, what's wrong? MICHAEL (taking his jacket and his scarf off) I know I agreed to go with Ben's new diet schedule, but if have to drink one more of his carrot shakes I'm going to die. BRIAN (to Debbie) A carrot shake for Mrs. Bruckner. MICHAEL (frowning at him) Nice to see how much I mean to you.
In the background Debbie picks up a coffeepot.
BRIAN (shrugs) I'm just doing you a favor. You don't want to end up like some hypocritical heterosexual who doesn't have the guts to say 'Fuck the carrot, I want the meat'. DEBBIE (matter-of-factly) That's no surprise coming from you. You're always going for the meat.
She places two cups on the counter and pours some coffee into them.
BRIAN (smiling) Well, I guess I will never be a vegetarian. DEBBIE (puts the coffeepot aside) Then I better go and get the turkey, before you start chewing on the costumers.
Brian smirks. Debbie walks over to the serving hatch.
MICHAEL (grabs his cup) By the way, you're not entitled to give me some advice on my relationship considering the way you've treated Justin lately.
He takes a sip.
BRIAN Wasn't there something more interesting on the news? MICHAEL (reproachful) I didn't know what to tell him when he asked me what's wrong with you. BRIAN (taking a newspaper out of his portfolio) Apart from the fact that it's none of your fucking business, I talked to him on Friday. MICHAEL (astonished) You did? (A whimper; Michael turns to look. We see the dog sitting on the floor, cocking his head) What - What the fuck is he still doing here? I thought you've got rid of him. BRIAN (unfolding the paper) I was busy. MICHAEL Doing what? (When he catches Brian's meaningful smirk he raises his hand) Forget the last question, I can guess the answer. BRIAN (pretends to concentrate on the paper) If it puts your mind on a rest, I'm going to take him to the vet today. MICHAEL (relieved) Oh.. good. It's kinda weird having him around.
The camera sways to the dog, who's lying on the floor. Change to Brian. His jaw tenses and he does not look happy. CUT TO: INT. NY APARTEMENT-SHARING-COMMUNITY - DAY Justin's sitting on the corner bench at the breakfast table, reading the newspaper. He's wearing a navy blue sweater and Blue Jeans. There's a coffee mug and an empty plate sitting on the table. Lou, dressed in black cotton trousers and a cream angora sweater, is standing in front of the counter, fixing herself a toast with peanut butter. She's wearing her hair in a French braid. Vince enters the kitchen in a pair of grey pyjama pants. His hair's a complete mess.
LOU (giving him a cheerful smile) Morning, darling. How'd you like your coffee? VINCE (jawing) Black. (He sits down on the bench next to Justin and screws up his face) Bah. Somebody smells of sex.
Justin looks up from his reading and gives him a glance which says hold-the-remarks. Lou carries the coffee mug and her plate over to the table.
LOU (puts the mug in front of Vince) Can't be me. I was celibate.
Vince grabs the mug. He and Justin cock a brow at the same time.
LOU (shrugging) Fell asleep in front of the TV.
She sits down on the chair opposite to Vince.
VINCE (turning to Justin) Was he cuter than me? JUSTIN (takes a sip from his coffee mug and shrugs) Just a trick. Black hair, firm ass. I hardly remember. LOU (smirking) Don't tell me you don't remember his cock.
She takes a bite from her toast.
JUSTIN (leans back against the bench) It was dark, you know. LOU (chewing) You don't say. JUSTIN (grinning) About eight inches, cut.
Lou laughs, Vince seems to be pissed.
VINCE (sharply) Does that boyfriend of yours know? JUSTIN (with a smile - folding the newspaper) As a matter of fact he does.
Vince frowns.
LOU (drinks from Vince's mug and turns to Justin) Vince's just jealous, you know. VINCE (protesting) That's not true.
He puts his mug out of Lou's reach.
LOU (with a sidelong glance at Vince) He's got a crush on you.
She gives Justin a wink.
JUSTIN (surprised) Does he?
He casts Vince a glance of interest.
VINCE (a little too passionate) No.
He tries to kick Lou under the table to shut her up.
LOU (nodding) Just a tiny one. (She demonstrates it with her thumb and her index finger) Vince's got a crush on every guy, who he has anal intercourse with. (She leans on the table top) But mysteriously only the pitchers, never the catchers. VINCE (pokes out his tongue at her) At least you can't say I'm not showing interest in ballgames.
She smiles, blows him a kiss and gets up. Justin laughs.
LOU (takes something from the counter and turns to Justin) By the way, look what I found in the mail.
She's holding a brown envelope of medium height in her hand.
JUSTIN (surprised) For me? LOU (turns the envelope to check again) It's got your name on it. VINCE (bends forward to have a better look) Who's it from? An art gallery? A famous artist? (He snaps his fingers) Brad Pitt. LOU (reprimanding) Don't be nosy. That's impolite! JUSTIN (extending his hand) Would you please be so kind and hand over the letter to me? LOU (curtsying) As you wish. JUSTIN (taking the letter from her) Thank you very much. LOU (to Vince - shielding her mouth with her right hand - whispering) It's from his sweetheart. VINCE You're kidding me. JUSTIN (examining the sender's return address) No, she isn't. (to Lou) But calling Brian a sweetheart is like calling you a nun. LOU (pretending to be offended) Who says I'm not? Every night I go to bed I say my little prayers like a pious Catholic is supposed to. VINCE (folds his hands) Almighty Father, today I sought enlightenment, but I failed. (Lou takes Justin's newspaper) Tomorrow I'll try again, but I'm afraid it's impossible without the assistance from a nine inch dick. Amen. LOU (gives him a slap with the newspaper) Watch your mouth, smart-ass. VINCE (rubbing his shoulder) Ow.. JUSTIN (smiles and turns to Vince) How'd you know? VINCE (shrugging) It's the same thing I pray for every night. LOU (pointing at the letter) So, aren't you going to open it? JUSTIN (ironic) Shall I read it aloud?
He stands up and turns to leave the kitchen.
LOU (folds her arms) We're just curious. VINCE (with an inquiring look) Yeah, who is this guy you're so crazy about? JUSTIN Don't you know? Curiosity killed the cat.
He leaves.
LOU (to Vince) Don't worry, Sweetie. I've got the feeling we're going to meet his darling in person soon.
CUT TO: INT. JUSTIN'S TWO-IN-ONE STUDIO/BEDROOM Justin enters the room and walks over to a long table with a framed canvas, a tin of brushes and various bottles. He studies the envelope, weights it in his hands, then takes one of his brushes and rips opens the flap. It contains a plane ticket for a flight with Liberty Air. Close up of Justin's face, he's frowning. Quick flash to his fingers, feeling something solid inside the envelope. As he tries to get it out a gleaming device slips through his fingers and drops to the ground. It creates a clear noise as it hits the floor. Justin bends down and picks it up. It's a chain with a very special pendant: His wedding ring. While Justin's looking at it with a mixture of astonishment and awe, we see it slowly turning and glistening in the morning light. CUT TO: INT. BABYLON - SMALL OFFICE - DAY Ted's sitting in an armchair behind a desk. He's wearing a grey suit, a crimson shirt and a matching tie.
TED (with a encouraging smile) So.. (He glances briefly at the papers in front of him) Gordon. What qualifies you for the job?
Cut to a thin, blonde guy sitting opposite Ted. He's got a narrow beard along his jawline and a lot of rings stuck through his ears and his nose. He's wearing a leather outfit including a dog collar with silver spikes.
GORDON (speaking slowly) Well, I designed the 'Chamber of pain' for Dungeon-Master Don and I organized the last Whipping-Contest at Meathook.
He gives him a really weird smile. Cut to the next guy in a blackish-blue, skin-tight lycra-shirt. He's got a goatee, a lot of muscles and a bald head.
DRILL INSTRUCTOR (chewing gum) Need a new job, you know. Worked as a personal trainer for movie stars at a gym down in L.A. Got fired because of this little incident with the weights. Still don't get why he made such a fuss. It was just two broken toes, not the whole fucking foot.
Next please! His hair's quite short and dark brown. He's clean shaven, wears a white shirt and a velvet blazer. As he smiles we can see a small rhinestone sparkling from his right incisor.
PRINCESS SPARKLE (effeminate) I'm an expert when it comes to parties. Every year they practically beg me to organize the Fairy Ball. Oh, and did you see John and Marilyn at last year's pride march? I designed their wedding dresses.
Guy number four. He seems to be Italian. Black, curly hair, brown eyes. He wears a white shirt, a black jacket and a silver necklace.
DREAMDANCER (casually leaning in his chair) We should talk about money first. In addition to my monthly pay, you have to bear the costs for my expenses. I want a company car, a mini-bar in my office, a personal assistant and a 20 percent share of profits… Oh, and I just work from nine to eleven, since I prefer to spend the night with dancing instead of working.
Cut to Ted sitting alone in the office. He rests his elbows on the table, buries his head in his hands and growls with frustration. Taking a deep breath he straightens up, takes a folder and his keys from the desk and gets up. Ted heads for the door. He's just about to reach for the doorknob, when suddenly the door opens and a handsome, brunet guy walks in. His athletic body's clad in leather pants and a white shirt with an open collar. He's got a folder in his hand.
MR. HANDSOME Ted Schmidt? TED (a bit lost for words) Erm.. Yes..
He gives him a once-all-over, obviously pleased with the view.
MR. HANDSOME (with a charming smile) Stuart Walters. I'm really sorry I'm bursting in without an appointment, but I just have to apply for this job. TED (completely taken aback) Oh.. erm.. Well, ..Stuart. That's no problem. Please, have a seat.
He points at the desk.
STUART (walking over to the chair) Thanks. TED (following him) I-I think I've never seen you around before.
They both sit down.
STUART I just moved to Pittsburgh a few weeks ago. That's why I badly need a new job, you see.
He hands him the folder.
TED But you do have a place to stay, don't you? STUART (nods) Yes, we moved in a little apartment a few blocks from here. TED (curious) We..? (Stuart cocks a brow) I'm sorry. That's none of my business. STUART (pointing at the folder) If you take a look at my resumé you'll see that I've worked for several night-clubs similar to Babylon. I was in charge of the staff, the dancers, the finances… TED (flipping through the pages) The Lure, HardCore, The Liar.. Seems you worked for the club-scene along the whole East Coast. STUART Oh, I wouldn't say that. TED (shuts the folder) All your references say that you did a great job…I hope you don't mind my asking (He gives him a questioning look) Why did you quit all these jobs? STUART (evasive) For personal reasons. TED (suspicious) Are you planning on leaving town again? STUART (leans onto the tabletop) Look, Mr. Schmidt. TED Ted. STUART Ted.. You need someone you can entrust with this job and you can't deny I'm more than qualified for the position. So let's just give it a try and if you're not satisfied you can fire me. He gives him a charming smile. TED Sounds fair to me. (He nods briefly) Alright, you can start first thing tomorrow morning. I'll set up the papers and tell you everything you need to know. (He gets up and extends his hand) Welcome aboard, Stuart. STUART (shaking his hand) I promise, you won't regret this decision. See you tomorrow then.
He heads for the door.
TED Oh, there's one more thing. (Stuart turns to look at him) Even if it might be tempting sometimes, there are no personal entrance-tickets or any other special treatment in exchange for sexual favours. STUART (smiling) Oh, you really don't have to worry about that. TED (gives a disbelieving snort) With a guy like you? You must be kidding. STUART If there'll be any offers of that kind I assure you they'll be futile… I'm straight. TED (stunned) You're what..?! STUART Is that a problem? TED Oh, no.. No, no.. Not at all.. I was just surprised (frowning) What makes a straight guy work as a manager of a gay dance-club? STUART (shrugging) Straight - gay. What difference does it make as long as the customers are satisfied?
Ted gives him a doubtful look. He suddenly seems to feel very uncomfortable with his choice. CUT TO: INT. HAYWARD MANSION - DAY Ronald and Emmett are walking through the hall. There's a wide staircase opposite the front door, framed by two sculptures of greyhounds sitting on each side. Ronald's wearing a navy blue suit, Emmett beige cotton trousers and a crimson/cream-coloured shirt.
EMMETT (looking around with awe) Wow! This house is a dream! RONALD (pointing upstairs) On the first floor is Mr. Hayward's private office, a meeting room and second dining room.
Emmett's attention gets caught by a small African wooden sculpture, that is sitting on a sideboard next to him. He lifts it's bast skirt to take a peek.
RONALD (with a wave of his hand) The parlour is over there on the right. (Emmett's still checking out Woody's woody. He leans forward to have a better look) Mr. Honeycutt? EMMETT (jerks back and meets Ronald's questioning look) Parlour - on the right, yes.. That's absolutely fabulous. RONALD (motioning towards a corridor to his left) Please follow me. I'd like to show you the kitchen. EMMETT Oh, I'd love to see the kitchen. (He follows Ronald through a semi-dark corridor) When I was a little boy living in Hazlehurst I used to help my grandmother when she was cooking. She always let me lick the chocolate cream off the spoons…
They enter the kitchen. It's huge. The walls are lined by countertops with sinks, drop-in ranges and knife blocks. Several cupboards, extractor hoods and a dishwasher. There are a T-shaped countertop in the middle of the room. It's seems like a kitchen out of Better Homes and Gardens.
EMMETT (impressed) Oh my god. This - this is amazing.
A short, chubby guy walks over to them. Curly, brown hair is showing under his hat. He's got a friendly expression on his face.
RONALD Mr. Honeycutt, may I introduce you to Wilbert Percy? He's our chef and in charge of the whole kitchen staff. WILBERT (extending his fleshy hand) Nice to meet you, Mr. Honeycutt. EMMETT (taking the offered hand) Oh, just call me Emmett. FEMALE VOICE (from the left) We don't use to fraternize with each other in this household, Mr. Honeycutt.
They all turn to look. A lean woman in her early sixties is standing close to them. Her short blond hair's already turning grey. She's wearing a white blouse, a knee-length blue skirt and has got a pinched expression on her face.
WOMAN (coolly) We prefer to keep a certain distance. RONALD (clears his throat) Mr. Honeycutt, this is Alberta Higgins. She's the heart and soul of the house. EMMETT (trying hard to maintain his natural cheerfulness) Nice to meet you, Alberta. ALBERTA (icy) I just informed you about our social manners, Mr. Honeycutt. I usually do not repeat myself. EMMETT (getting angry) Well, in my experience you need a team to win a game.
Ronald and Wilbert watch the scene with growing uneasiness.
ALBERTA (vitriolic) I really don't want to know what kind of games you are playing, Mr. Honeycutt and I can assure you this is not the kind of playing field you're familiar with. EMMETT (crossing his arms over his chest) That's interesting, Alberta. What kind would that be? ALBERTA You don't really want me to talk about your life-style in front of this gentlemen, do you? EMMETT Considering we've known each other for about two minutes, I wonder how do you know so much about my personal life. ALBERTA (malicious) Well, I watch TV. EMMETT (narrowing his eyes) The home-shopping channel? ALBERTA A decent man wouldn't kiss a Football Star during the news. EMMETT Oh, you're right. A decent man would do it during the weather forecast. RONALD (cutting in) Erm.. Mr. Percy, why don't you show the store-room to Mr. Honeycutt?
Emmett and Alberta are looking at each other with a deathly glare. CUT TO: INT. KINNETIK - BRIAN'S OFFICE - DAY Brian's sitting at his desk. There are two printed designs lying in front of him. He picks them up. The angle changes to his point of view. The first design shows an LCD display. There are two breasts in a black bra on the screen. Delicate fingers are about to open the fastener. The slogan says 'Yakawa - The fourth dimension.' The second one shows the same LCD display, but this time with a well rounded butt in tight blue jeans. A male hand pulls them down, so the flesh becomes visible. The slogan says: 'Yakawa - Explore new horizons'. Between the designs we see the blurred form of the dog in the background. Suddenly the door is pushed open. Change of angle. Cynthia rushes in.
CYNTHIA (exited) You won't believe it. BRIAN (still studying the designs) Yeah, no more spelling mistakes. Never thought I'd see the day. CYNTHIA (puts her hands on the table-top) Guess who's just called. BRIAN (drops his hands and looks at her - annoyed) Is that the one-million-dollar question? I want to use my telephone-joker. Who? CYNTHIA Christian Kane, CEO of 'Sylver Perfumes Incorporate'. BRIAN (leans back in his chair) From Chicago? CYNTHA (nods) He wants us to run the campaign for their new fragrance. BRIAN National? CYNTHIA (sits down on the desk) Isn't that great news? BRIAN (pensive) Hm.. CYNTHIA What?.. What are you worrying about? BRIAN I wonder why they want us to run this campaign. CYNTHIA (shrugs) Obviously they got to know that we're one of the best in the business. Why shouldn't they? BRIAN (he leans on the table-top) Because… They have an own creative department and usually don't hire agencies. CYNTHIA (with sparkling eyes) Whatever the reason.. This will earn us at least five hundred thousand. Maybe more. BRIAN (cautious) We'll see. CYNTHIA (still in high spirits) Anyway, I wouldn't mind a little increase of my salary. BRIAN (matter-of-factly) I wouldn't mind some coffee either. CYNTHIA (getting up from the desk) You're a real bitch today. BRIAN (smiling) Well, it's that time of the month again. CYNTHIA (pretends to be offended) Coffee's coming up in a flash. Hope you don't mind if I spit in it.
Brian grins and Cynthia leaves. He looks over to the dog, who's lying on a blanket in the corner of the room. He's chewing on a bone. Brian's glance shifts from the dog to the telephone and back again. He presses the back of his fingers against his mouth, then reaches for his head-set, puts it on and dials.
BRIAN I'd like to speak to Mr. Greenwood… Just get him on the damned phone… (After a short moment) Dr. Greenwood? It's Brian Kinney. Listen, about the dog…
CUT TO: INT. THE GYM - DAY Michael and Ted are sitting on two exercise bicycles. Ted's got a towel around his neck, he's wearing a white polo-shirt and blue track pants. Michael's dressed in short spandex pants and a grey muscle shirt.
TED (wipes the sweat from his forehead) I finally found the perfect guy for the job and it turns out he's straight. MICHAEL Maybe he just hasn't come out yet. TED (shaking his head) Nah.. He seemed pretty credible to me. MICHAEL (concentrating on something in front of him) I admit it's a bit unusual… God, I could eat his ass right now. TED (turns to Michael - puzzled) What did you just say?
He follows his gaze. Quick flash to a guy, who's standing in a distance, lifting the barbells. We see the muscles of his buttocks tighten through his pants.
MICHAEL (with hungry eyes) It looks a bit like two huge pork chops, don't you think? TED Could you please keep focus? I've got a real problem here. How am I going to tell Brian? BRIAN (coming up from behind) Tell me what? TED (nearly falling off his bicycle) B-Brian..
Michael turns to look at him, quick flash to Brian's left. The dog's with him.
MICHAEL (disapproving) How did you get him in here? BRIAN (smirks and looks over to the guy at the reception) Somebody owed me a favor.
He walks over to the treadmill, snaps his fingers and the dog jumps onto it.
MICHAEL (sourly) Why's everyone wagging their tail, when Brian Kinney comes along? TED (frowning) You're not jealous because of this dog, are you? MICHAEL I'm not jealous. It's just that I don't get it. He told me he was going to take him to the vet and then kept him for more than four days. TED (shrugs) Maybe he likes him. He's housebroken, obedient and happy when he's chewing on a bone.
Michael gives him a very-funny-look. Suddenly Emmett emerges from the left and throws his towel on the cycle next to Ted's. He's got an extremely pissed-off expression on his face.
MICHEAL Hey, Em.
Emmett gets on the cycle and starts pedalling hard, staring straight ahead.
TED (cautiously) Is everything all right? EMMETT (snorting) I thought dragons were extinct. TED Actually their existence has never been scientifically proven. It's a myth. EMMETT (looking at them) Not anymore. I just had an encounter with one of their descendants. (Michael and Ted exchange looks) Alberta Higgins. The Wicked Witch is a cheerful, warm-hearted personality compared to her. TED (stops pedalling and leans back in his saddle) Something tells me your first day wasn't a big hit. EMMETT An ingrown toenail would have been more fun. MICHAEL (compassionate) You're not the only one who had a bad day. Ted's afraid to tell Brian he hired a straight guy for Babylon. TED (glaring at Michael) And Michael's jealous because of a dog. EMMETT (surprised) A dog?
Ted points over to Brian, who jogs on the treadmill. On the one next to him is the dog, running as well.
EMMETT (giving his friends a questioning look) Since when does Brian have a dog? MICHAEL (to Ted) I'm not jealous. I just wish he would get rid of him.
He stops pedalling and slips off his cycle.
EMMETT (laughing - addressing Ted) It's because of Monty the pug. Debbie told me she had this friend who owned a pug. And every time she came to visit the nasty Monty used to bite into little Michael's heels when nobody was looking.
Ted and Emmett are laughing, while Michael takes his towel off the cycle.
MICHAEL (muttering) Christ, cant' this woman keep at least some things to herself.
He walks over to the work out zone.
TED (calling after him) Watch your heels, Michael.
Ted lets out a growl, followed by a bark. Emmett laughs. CUT TO: NY CENTRAL PARK - DAY Justin's walking along a lane, lost in deep thoughts, hands in his pockets. People are passing by, a skater, a couple with a dog, a jogger. On the left an elderly woman in worn-out clothes comes into view. She's sitting on a bench, an aisle with a canvas in front of her. She's wearing cut off wool gloves and shabby boots. Justin passes her.
ELDERLY LADY Excuse me?
Justin stops in his tracks and turns to look at her. She gives him a friendly smile.
ELDERLY LADY (indicating him to come over) I need an opinion.
Justin slowly approaches and comes to stand beside her. From his point of view we see she's drawing a couple of trees, which are standing in a short distance. They've lost already a lot of their leaves and the bare branches stick out in the sky.
JUSTIN (pointing at the remaining leaves) I think the leaves from the left one could use a bit more yellow. ELDERLY LADY (look at him and smiles kindly) The eye of the master. I've got this feeling you're an artist? JUSTIN (nods) It's why I came here. ELDERLY LADY (delighted) Ah, a kindred spirit. (warmly) Please, have a seat. JUSTIN (sits down next to her) I like the picture. ELDERLY LADY (looking at her painting) It's a bit sad, actually. Letting the leaves go with the last breeze to face the winter. JUSTIN That's why I like it. ELDERLY LADY (interested) Are you doing landscapes, too? JUSTIN (shaking his head) No, I'm more into people and modern art. ELDERLY LADY Well, I prefer to do just landscapes. I like trees. They've got time. They're not hastily rushing from one place to another. And a tree's never bitching about that you did it's trunk's too thick or his branches too short. JUSTIN (laughing) I admit that's a real advantage. ELDERLY LADY By the way, I'm Moira. JUSTIN Justin.. MOIRA Nice to meet you, Justin. (They fall silent for a moment. Justin takes the chain with the ring out of his pocket and lets it run through his fingers) So, Justin. Which one are you? The tree or the leaf? JUSTIN (looks up - a bit melancholic) My tree's in Pittsburgh. MOIRA I see… A boyfriend or a girlfriend? (mischievously) I would say a boyfriend. JUSTIN (with a surprised expression on his face) How did you know? MOIRA I've got a lot of time, Justin. I have time to watch and to listen. And if you do that long enough you can look inside a person and you know what's in their hearts. JUSTIN (bends forward and rests his elbows on his thighs) So what's in mine? MOIRA (ignoring his question - pointing at the chain) Did he gave you the ring? JUSTIN (opens his hands and looks at the ring) Yes. MOIRA You don't seem to be happy about it. JUSTIN I just don't know what it means. This was supposed to be my wedding ring. You see, Brian's not the guy who's into marriage and monogamy. I knew that from the very beginning, even if a part of me was always kinda hoping that maybe one day we'll… get married, you know. But then he proposed and bought this incredible country manor just for me. MOIRA Sounds very romantic to an old-fashioned girl like me. You two must've been very happy. JUSTIN (straightens up) Yeah, we were. Until we realized that it came with a price, that we didn't want to pay. So we decided that our love doesn't need to be proved. We agreed on that and now he sent me the ring. MOIRA Maybe it just means that he misses you. JUSTIN (uncertain) Do you think so? MOIRA (takes the chain out of Justin's hand) Let's see how it feels like. (He bends towards her and she puts the chain around his neck. Justin leans back) Looks good on you.
Justin lets his fingers trail along the edge of the ring.
MOIRA Dreams are precious, Justin. You may not be married and live in a country house, but that doesn't mean you didn't get what you wished for. Keep this ring as a symbol of your dreams. A reminder of the things that really matter. JUSTIN (enclosing the ring with his fingers) Have you ever been married, Moira? MOIRA Once. (She looks at her painting, then back to Justin) You said a bit more yellow for the left one, right? JUSTIN (nodding) Yes, a bit more yellow.
He slips the chain underneath his sweater, zips up his jacket and gets up from the bench.
MOIRA If you happen to be around again.. I'm always glad for some advice. JUSTIN (puts his hands in his pockets) So am I. MOIRA Actually the winter's not necessarily the coldest season, you know. As long as you keep the fire burning.
She looks at him mischievously. Justin smiles one of his Sunshine smiles. CUT TO: INT. HAYWARD MANSION - KITCHEN - DAY The door to the backyard is open, a bearded man with a Pirates baseball cap enters. He's carrying a clipboard. The kitchen-staff is busy preparing a meal.
MAN (addressing a girl who's carrying a box of carrots) Excuse me, I'm looking for Mr. Honeycutt. GIRL (pointing over to the center of the room, where Emmett's talking to Wilbert Percy) He's over there.
The camera approaches them. Mr. Baseball cap enters the picture from the left.
MAN Excuse me. Mr. Honeycutt? EMMETT (turns around with a friendly smile) That would be me. MAN Albert's Delicacies. We're delivering the food you've ordered. EMMETT (delighted) Oh, that's fabulous. You're just in time. WILBERT (spotting one of his cooks pouring pepper into a pot) What you're doing, you moron? (to Emmett) Excuse me. I have to save the soup.
He walks over to the stove with a pissed-off expression on his face.
MAN (turning Emmett's attention back to him) Where do you want it? EMMETT (gesturing) The meat and the fish in the coolers, the wine down in the cellar. MAN All right. (He hands him the clipboard and a pen). Please sign the packing slip.
Emmett takes the pen and signs. The guy tips his head and leaves.
ALBERTA (entering the kitchen from the hallway) What's going on here? EMMETT (rolls his eyes and turns around) I'm trying to organize a dinner party for the senator, since this is what they pay me for. ALBERTA (takes up position in front of him) Mr. Honeycutt, as long as you work for Mr. Hayward, you've got to respect the rules of this house. EMMETT (puts his hands on his hips) Well, I'm afraid my copy of Alberta's little rule book must have gotten lost in the mail. ALBERTA (disgruntled) We use to obtain our food from a selected circle of suppliers. EMMETT (gives her a charming smile) It's not too late to change a habit, Alberta.
A boy about Hunter's age approaches them. He's got long dirty blond hair, which covers most of his face. He wears a loose sweater and baggy trousers.
BOY (hands buried in his pockets) Nana, Dad's looking for you. ALBERTA (touching his arm) Just a minute, honey. One catastrophe at a time. BOY He says it's urgency level one. EMMETT (with a nasty smile) Are you required to clean some dirty underwear? ALBERTA (holding up her index finger as a warning) No box is going to enter this kitchen until I'm back.
She storms off. Emmett pokes out his tongue at her.
BOY (to Emmett) Sorry for interrupting. EMMETT (picking up a cucumber from the countertop next to him) Good thing you did. I was close to beating her to death. BOY (with a crooked smile) She takes a little bit of getting used to. EMMETT (frowning) I'd rather get used to a corn. BOY By the way, I'm Rel. EMMETT Oh, you're the Senator's son, right? (Rel nods) I'm Emmett… Sorry for the things I said about Miss Cactus. REL (shrugging) Oh, that's okay. She can be a bit bossy sometimes, but she's got a really big heart. After my mother's death she practically raised us on her own. EMMETT Us? REL My older brother Tom and me. EMMETT (surprised) I didn't know the senator had two sons. REL (with a raspy voice) He's not living with us anymore. He…
His voice trails off. Quick flash to the back door. A guy similar to the model from the Coca-Cola-Light spot enters the kitchen. Short, black hair, designer stubble. A grey shirt covers his muscular chest, tight worn-out jeans outline his big basket. He's carrying a box of wine bottles on his shoulder. Cut to Emmett and Rel staring at him open-mouthed. When he walks by they turn to look after him, admiring his well-rounded butt.
EMMETT (presses his hand against his chest) Holy… REL (leaning against the counter) .. shit.
Their eyes meet. While Emmett realizes, Rel blushes.
REL (bewildered) I've gotta go.
He flees the kitchen.
EMMETT (to himself) Now, that's interesting.
CUT TO: INT. KINNETIK - LATE AFTERNOON It seems to be a stressful day. Telephones are ringing. We see two guys sitting behind a computer screen, caught up in a heated discussion about the background of an ad they're working on. Ty, the inline skating courier, rolls into the picture from the left and drops a paper bag on the desk.
TY Meals on Wheels, boys.
He nearly crashes into Cynthia, who's on her way to her desk, carrying a folder and a coffee. Ty ducks, makes a quick move to the right, while he slings his arm around her hip and turns her like she was a humming top. The coffee spreads over the folder and her blouse.
TY Oops.. Sorry!
Cynthia's speechless. She's standing there, open-mouthed, holding the dripping folder and coffee mug away from her. Ted joins the picture from the left. He's got his headphone on.
TED (annoyed) Don't do that to me, Jerry. (He frowns as he discovers the coffee mess) You're the third this week.
He takes the wet folder out of Cynthia's hand, who gets over her immobility and turns around. She puts the empty mug on her desk.
CYNTHIA (muttering) I'm going to kill him. This time I'm going to kill him. TED (into the receiver) Of course it's not your fault. (He puts the folder aside, takes off his jacket and hands it to Cynthia) Uhm.. Okay, then. Get well. Sooner rather than later.
He cuts off the connection.
CYNTHIA (inspecting her ruined blouse) Jerry too? TED (sighs) Either it's the flu or they infected each other with a bad case of gonorrhoea. CYNTHIA It's the flu. I had dinner with Martin last Sunday. (She winks) Thanks for the jacket. She leaves and a brunette guy with a pair of glasses turns to Ted. He shows him some papers. GUY Mr. Schmidt, please have a look at this. TED (taps him on the shoulder) In a minute. There's one thing that has to be done first. (He looks over to Brian's office and braces himself) What's the worst thing that could happen? (A quick thought later) He could bite my balls off and spit them into his out tray.
He takes a step in the direction of Brian's office. The telephone on Cynthia's desk starts to ring. Ted comes to a halt, he grimaces, then turns around and picks up the phone.
TED Kinnetik Advertising agency.. Yes, speaking. (Close up of Ted's face. His smile slowly fades and the expression on his face hardens. The camera swirls around him in a quick flash. Change to his point of view. We see everything in slow-motion. Quick flash back to Ted. End of slow-mo) T-thanks.. I-I'll be there as soon as I can.
He slowly puts the receiver down.
BRIAN (exceeding his office, looking down at some papers) Cynthia, I need the confirmation from The Advocate. (He looks up) Jesus, Theodore. You look like shit. TED (absent-minded) I have to go.
He leaves in the direction of his desk.
BRIAN (points to the right) Erm, the bathroom's over there. (Cynthia enters the picture and takes up position at Brian's side. She's wearing Ted's jacket) Do you know what's wrong with him? CYNTHIA (shrugging) My guess.. the flu.
CUT TO: INT. MICHAEL AND BEN'S HOUSE - EVENING Ben's sitting on the couch, writing on a notepad. It's probably his next novel. He's got his glasses on and seems very concentrated. In the background we see Michael with a laundry-basket (So much for I'm not a housewife *lol*).
MICHAEL (trying to sound casual) Erm.. I'm gonna check upstairs to see if Hunter has any dirty clothes. BEN (hardly listening, completely caught up in his writing) Mm-hm. MICHAEL I could do you instead of the laundry. What do you think about some heavy butt action? BEN Mm-hm.
Michael seems satisfied. He climbs the stairs, but stops twice to check if Ben's still on the couch. Cut to the door of Hunter's room. Michael knocks. One time - pause - two times - pause - one time. A few seconds later Hunter pokes his head through the door.
HUNTER The coast is clear? MICHAEL Crystal clear. I could have asked him for a waterbed he would have mm-hmmed his blessings. (to himself) Damned, why didn't I? (Hunter lets him in) Where is it? HUNTER (motioning with his head) Desk. Lowest drawer. (Noticing the cloth-basket) What's that for? MICHAEL Oh, just my alibi. (He puts the basket aside, walks over to the desk and pulls the drawer open) Did you get Captain Crunch?
He starts rummaging through the contents.
HUNTER (coming up behind him) Along with some cheese crackers, jelly doughnuts, a turkey-sandwich, onion-flavoured chips and several chocolate bars. (Michael decides on the sandwich). I even snatched two lemon-bars when Debbie wasn't looking. MICHAEL (reproachful) I didn't say you should steal - especially not at the diner.
He has a bite.
HUNTER (sitting down next to him) Come down, dude. She didn't catch me.
He unwraps a chocolate bar.
MICHAEL (with his mouth full) Lucky for you, otherwise she would've made you regret it. Believe me, I know from personal experience. HUNTER (chewing) By the way, you owe me ten bucks. MICHAEL (swallows) Ten? HUNTER (shrugging) I had to pay for some of this stuff, you know. MICHAEL (takes another bite) All right, it's worth every cent. BEN (shouting from downstairs) Hunter! Telephone!
They both startle.
MICHAEL (nearly choking) Go, go. (He motions him to get up) Before he comes up.
Hunter scrambles to his feet, but nearly falls, because his left foot got caught in the strap of his school bag. It's contents empty on the floor.
HUNTER Fuck! BEN (obviously coming up the stairs) Hunter! MICHAEL Forget it.. Just go.
Hunter leaves and Michael starts to put Hunter's things back into the bag. Cut to Hunter and Ben, meeting on the stairs.
HUNTER Who is it? BEN I don't know since you don't introduce us to any of your friends. HUNTER That's because I don't have any.
Cut to Michael and the bag. He suddenly hesitates and picks up a blue flyer from the floor.
BEN (into the phone) Sorry, Lilly. Obviously you've got the wrong number… HUNTER (snatches the phone out of his hand and passes Ben to get downstairs) Hey.. Yeah, it's me… Just my dad trying to be funny.
Ben watches him disappear with a smile. Cut to Michael, studying the flyer, frowning. He looks up when the door opens. Ben's standing on the doorstep.
BEN (crossing his arms) I see you found something more interesting than just dirty clothes. MICHAEL (frowning) You could say so. BEN (approaches and crouches in front of him - sighing) Why didn't you just tell me, that you don't want to do my special cleansing treatment? MICHAEL Because I'm a jerk… What do you make out of this?
He shows the flyer to Ben. It says: Problems at school? Trouble with your parents? Lovesick? Maybe we can help.
BEN (takes the flyer - surprised) A teenage helpline? I thought things were fine at school. MICHAEL Maybe it isn't about school. Maybe it's about us. BEN (pensive) That doesn't make sense. He said he wanted us to be his fathers, the adoption's in progress and everything's fine. MICHAEL Then what does he need the number of a helpline for?
They look at each other, completely at a loss. CUT TO: INT. ALLEGHENY GENERAL HOSPITAL - EVENING We see Ted hurrying down a corridor. He reaches the reception desk. There's a young, blonde woman sitting behind, filling out some papers. Her name tag says Chapman.
TED (out of breath) Excuse me. (She looks up) I've just - I've got a phone call. They told me my partner's had an accident. I - I need to see him.. I.. NURSE CHAPMAN Please calm down, Sir. You don't look very good. TED (close to freaking) You wouldn't either if you've got such news. NURSE CHAPMAN (sympathetic) Take a deep breath and exhale slowly… (Ted does so) Okay, now tell me your name. TED I'm Ted. Ted Schmidt. Where's my partner? NURSE CHAPMAN (patient) I'll tell you provided that I get to know his name. TED Oh, right.. It's Blake Wyzecki.
She rolls over to her computer and starts typing.
TED (nervous) Why's it taking so long? NURSE CHAPMAN (concentrating on the screen) Our computer system isn't exactly Speedy Gonzales, I'm sorry. (She discovers what she's looking for) He's on ward five, third floor, room 213.
When she looks over to the counter, Ted's gone. Cut to Ted, getting out of an elevator. He hurries down the corridor, hastily checking the room numbers. When he reaches the 213, grabs the doorknob, but hesitates to enter. He closes his eyes, takes a deep breath and opens the door. We see Blake sitting upright in a hospital bed. He's wearing one of these horrible nightgowns. His face is a bit pale and he's got a bruise above his left temple. When he spots Ted, a weakly smile flits across his face. Change of angle.
TED (approaching the bed - softly) Hey.. (He sits down on the bed and pulls him into a tight embrace. He kisses his cheek) I was scared shitless when they called me. BLAKE (closes his eyes for a moment - whispering) I'm sorry.
They loosen the embrace, but Ted's hands remain on Blake's.
TED (extends his right hand - caressing Blake's cheek) You're okay? BLAKE I'm fine. TED (lets his index finger trail along the bruise, Blake flinches) What the hell happened? BLAKE (quietly) I've made a mistake. (He takes a deep breath) Jonathan was late for group and I went looking for him. I shouldn't have, but I knew he wasn't doing well. It was important for him to attend the meetings. I found him in his room, curled up on his bed. He was shivering and sweating. (He swallows) I should have gotten help, but I didn't.
Close up of Ted's hands tightening around Blake's. Cut back to Ted's face. His jaw tenses.
BLAKE (presses his lips together, then goes on) It happened so fast, I can hardly remember. When I touched his shoulder, he turned around and attacked me. He was like a raging animal. I recall lying on the floor, thinking I should have known he was using again. TED (looking at him with eyes open wide) Did nobody tried to help? BLAKE Yes, but when they tried pulling him off of me, he suddenly got this syringe. (With a shaky voice) Before they could stop him he thrust it into my side. TED (shocked) Oh, god… (He's sitting there, frozen, staring at Blake. Slowly realizing what it possibly means) Did he..
He doesn't bring himself to finish the sentence.
BLAKE They don't know yet. (Close to tears) I'm scared, Ted. TED (embracing him) Everything's going to be okay… Don't worry, baby. Don't.. You'll be fine - Y-you'll see..
The door opens and they both turn to look. It's a doctor. He's in his late forties, his brown hair's already turning grey. He's holding a clipboard in his hand.
DOCTOR Oh, I see you've got a visitor. BLAKE (touching Ted's arm) Dr. Barton, this is my partner Ted Schmidt. TED (gets up and shakes his hand) Dr. Barton. DR. BARTON (with a serious expression on his face) It's a good thing, you're here to support him, Mr. Schmidt. I'm afraid I don't have good news for you.
Blake and Ted exchange anxious glances.
BLAKE What is it, doctor? DR. BARTON (he takes a quick glance at the clipboard) I've got the results of your blood test.. You know, that Mr. Thayer's positive? BLAKE (tensed) Yes.. DR. BARTON The examination of the syringe has revealed that he used it before. (Blake closes his eyes for a moment) Mr. Wyzecki, I am really sorry to tell you that he's infected you with H.I.V. TED (flat) No. (He sinks onto the bed) It can't be. You must be mistaken. DR. BARTON (shakes his head) There's absolutely no doubt… But it's not a death sentence. In this early stage the chances for a successful treatment are very good. I'll come by again later to talk about your medication. BLAKE (hoarsely) Thanks, doctor.
With a brief nod, Dr. Barton leaves the room. Ted's sitting on the bed, looking down at his hands.
TED (muttering) It's not fair. It's just not fair. (He turns to Blake) It should've been me. Not you. I put myself at risk when I was using. It should've been me.
Music sets in. Sarah Brightman - No one like you
BLAKE (touching his shoulder) No. (He gives Ted a softly smile) I'm glad you're healthy… I love you.
Ted looks at him, lost for words. He takes Blake's face in his hands and kisses him on the mouth. They embrace again. The camera slowly retreats. CUT TO: INT. THE LOFT - EVENING We see Brian standing behind the kitchen counter. He's opened a can with dog food and pours it into a silver bowl. Cut to the dog, who's standing beside him. He watches his every move, wagging his tail. Brian puts the fork into the sink and turns to the dog.
BRIAN (holding up the bowl) Sit. (The dog's panting. He obeys and smacks his lips) Good boy.
He puts the bowl down and the dog immediately fells upon it. The doorbell rings. Brian frowns. Reluctantly he walks over to the intercom.
BRIAN (pushing the button) Yes? FEMALE VOICE Mr. Kinney? BRIAN (grouchy) Yes. FEMALE VOICE It's Megan Porter. We've got your address from Dr. Greenwood. We came to pick up our dog. BRIAN (morose) Come up.
He presses the door-opener and walks back to the dog.
BRIAN (crouches in front of him) It's time, Buddy. Your folks are here to take you home.
He strokes him for a moment, then gets up. Somebody knocks at the door. He walks over and opens. There's a young woman about twenty years old, standing in the doorway. Her blonde hair's fixed in a ponytail. She's wearing glasses, blue jeans, a light blue polo-neck jumper and a black quilted jacket. Next to her is a blonde girl, holding onto the older ones arm. She may be ten or eleven years old. She's got a bob, wears a green overcoat and a blue scarf. Something about her is unusual. It's her eyes. They seem kind of fixed.
MEGAN (courteous) Good evening, Mr. Kinney. I'm Megan and this is my sister, Shirley. BRIAN (definitely not thrilled) Hi. SHIRLEY (still not looking at him, smiling shyly) Hi. BRIAN (with an irritated look at Shirley) Well, come in. MEGAN Thanks.
Brian steps aside and let's them enter. Shirley still doesn't let go of her sister's arm, who's leading her inside. Then Brian realizes that the girl's blind.
BRIAN (motioning towards the kitchen) He's over there. SHIRLEY (turning into the right direction, although her eyes still seemed to be fixed on something in the distance) Buster! Come here.
The dog stops eating and jumps to her. Shirley lets go of her sister's arm, kneels on the floor and embraces the tail wagging dog, who starts licking her face, whimpering with joy. SHIRLEY (laughing) Stop it, stop it. I missed you, too. Cut to Brian watching the reunion with a hardening expression on his face.
MEGAN We've almost given up hope to ever see him again. Shirley was so sad, when he disappeared two month ago. BRIAN (scratching his head) Yeah, well. He's got this little injury on his right front paw. The vet prescribed a salve, so you should take it with you. MEGAN Of course. BRIAN And some Cheerios as well. He really likes them. Worked pretty well, as I tried to lure him into the bathroom. MEGAN (smiling) He's totally crazy about sweets.. and bitches in heat, sadly. I assume that's why he ran away. I really should've had him castrated long ago. (Brian grimaces) Sorry, I tend to forget that men are usually a bit tense to this topic.
Her gaze moves to the picture of the naked guy, she blushes slightly.
BRIAN I'll get the salve.
He walks over to the bedroom.
MEGAN (clearing her throat) That would be fine (to her sister) Come on, Shirley. We want to go.
She helps her getting up.
SHIRLEY (shaking her head) No, we can't take him with us. MEGAN What is that supposed to mean? Sweetie, we came all the way here to get him.
Brian comes back from the bedroom with the tube and hands it to Megan.
SHIRLEY But he doesn't want to go. MEGAN (to Brian) How much do we owe you, Mr. Kinney? BRIAN Brian… And it's okay. I don't want any money. MEGAN (smiling) That's very generous. Thanks (She takes her sister's hand and turns to leave) Come on, Buster. SHIRLEY I told you he doesn't want to go.
Instead of following them, Buster walks over to the counter and lies down, resting his head on his front paws.
BRIAN He's a fucki- (catching Megan's disapproving look) He's just a dog. He.. SHIRLEY (interrupting him) He isn't just a dog. He's my friend. And friends want each other to be happy, don't they? BRIAN (murmuring) I guess so. SHIRLEY (with a satisfied smile) Then he should stay here and look after you. He's very good at that, you know. MEGAN But what about you, Shirley? SHIRLEY (shrugging) I've got Rocket now. He needs a friend too. BRIAN (cutting in) Sorry, but I- I can't keep him. I don't have time for a dog. I don't even like him. SHIRLEY (smiling) Now you're lying. I can see it. BRIAN (glares at the girl - turning to Megan) Look, this is absurd. He's your dog. Just take him and get him out of here. MEGAN (pensive) My parents died in the car-crash, in which Shirley lost her sight. Buster was the first dog I trained for her. He's quite unusual for his breed. From the very beginning they had this connection. I admit it sounds crazy, but it's almost like she's talking to him. BRIAN (annoyed) Yeah, that sounds crazy. And besides you didn't even know me. What makes you believe I won't sell him to an experimental lab?
Shirley walks over to Brian and touches his hand. Brian flinches. She motions him to bend forward, so she can whisper something in his ear. At first he refuses, but then gives in. Unfortunately we can't hear what she's telling him. When he straightens up, he's got a annoyed expression on his face. Shirley smiles with satisfaction.
BRIAN (sighing) All right.. I'll keep him.. But only for a while. MEGAN What did she tell you? BRIAN Never mind.. Now, you should go, before I change my mind. MEGAN (shrugs) I didn't expect things to turn out like this, but.. well. BRIAN Believe me. I didn't either. MEGAN (roaming her pockets) Here. You can reach me under this number. I'm working at a training-center for seeing-eye dogs.
She hands him a card and a red collar.
BRIAN (pointing at the collar) No, thanks. I don't mind SM in general, but this is a bit over the top. MEGAN (blushing) It - It's just because of the dog tag. BRIAN (innocently) Of course.
He takes it from her. Buster comes over and nudges Shirley's hand with his muzzle.
SHIRLEY (petting his head) I know you'll be doing a good job. (to Brian) By the way I like your smile, … Brian. BRIAN I didn't smile. SHIRLEY (gives a little laugh) You can't fool me.. I saw it.
Brian's looking at her, a smile's slowing forming on his face. CUT TO: INT: BABYLON - NIGHT Close up of a glittering ass, it's butt cheeks are parted by a silver string. It turns around so we can have a look at the full silver package. The camera winds up. Our silver boy is performing on a platform with the assistance from a golden boy. Goldy rubs his crouch up and down Silver's thigh, while letting his finger's glide over his chest. They're in the center of the dance floor, which is crowded with dancing guys. Cut to a shirtless and pretty hairless guy, whispering something in the ear of his dancing partner. He leaves the dance floor, taking us with him over to the bar. One of the barkeepers comes over. Our dancer points at one of the bottles on a glass rack on the wall.
GUY Two.
He holds up his index- and his middle finger. The camera sways to the left. Michael and Ben are standing at the counter. Ben's wearing a tight sleeveless shirt and black pants. Michael's dressed up in a black leather pants and a v-shaped t-shirt.
BEN We should just go ahead and ask him, what do you think? MICHAEL (plucking at his pants) I think I shouldn't have put on these pants. They're too tight. BEN (leans back to take a look at Michael's butt) They look great on you. I like your ass wrapped up in skin-tight leather. MICHAEL (with a forced smile) Thanks, I will remember this, as soon as I get the feeling in my balls back. (Sighing) It pinches with every move I make. BEN (grabs his butt - Michael flinches) You're never complaining when I pinch your cheeks. MICHAEL (laughing) That's because I'm preoccupied with the soaring pleasure caused by your cock up my ass.
He starts kissing the crook of Ben's neck.
BEN (smiling) You know, we're getting a little off-topic here. MICHAEL (stops - a bit disappointed) Yeah, right… (resolutely) We can't ask him. He'll think we were snooping. BEN He'll understand. MICHAEL (raising his brows) I wouldn't if I was him, would you? BEN (shrugs) I don't know. EMMETT (emerging from the left) Hey, boys. MICHAEL Hey, Em. BEN How's Ted? MICHAEL Yes, I tried to call him for the last three days. I always get his voicemail. EMMETT (shrugging) I wanted to have lunch with him yesterday. He cancelled at the last minute with the inventive excuse. Too much work. BEN (understanding) It was a shock. We ought to give him time. EMMETT You know, Blake and I never got along famously, but I wished there was something I could do. MICHAEL (puts his hand on his shoulder) When he or Ted needs someone to talk to, we'll be there for them. EMMETT (looking over to the dance floor) At least they've got some real friends, who care for them.
Quick flash through the dancing crowd. We see Brian among them, swaying to the beat, his arm wrapped around another hottie's waist.
MICHAEL Oh, get off his back. He's got his own crisis to deal with. EMMETT Still finding excuses for him? BEN (puts his arm around Michael's shoulders) Michael's right. Don't take it out on him. EMMETT Do married couples have to agree on everything? (with a smile) It's really annoying. MICHAEL (wraps his arms around Ben's waist) Envious? EMMETT (tipping at the mentioned parts of Ben's body) Pecs, abs, biceps and a brain. Believe me, darling. I would kill for less.
Michael laughs and kisses Ben. Cut to the DJ behind the turntables. His right ear is covered by a headphone, he's busy looking through his CD's. The camera bends over the counter. He notices us and takes the headphone off. He gets his ear close us, listens and nods. The camera retreats and focuses on the dancing crowd. Suddenly the lights starts flashing with the first beats of Amy Stuart's Knock on Wood. We see Brian, swaying to the music. Back to the boys.
MICHAEL (looking over to the stairs, which are leading from the DJ pulpit back down to the dance floor) Isn't that…? EMMETT (turning to look) Who? BEN (nodding) Yeah, it's him.
We're descending down the stairs, diving deep into the mass of sweating, male bodies. Brian's back comes into view. A hand touches his neck. Quick flash to Brian's front. He turns around, while Justin comes up from behind, his hand still resting on Brian's shoulder. The surprise on Brian's face turns into a smirk. Justin lets his hand glide down Brian's arm. The camera sways around them, Brian reaches for Justin's waist and pulls their bodies together just in time with the beat. Justin grabs Brian's neck, who lifts him up and they end up with an intense Long-time-no-see-kiss. The boys are watching the scene from behind, smiling. Michael drags Ben along with him and they join the crowd. Back to Brian and Justin. They are still kissing. Brian puts Justin down and they start dancing crotch to crotch, eyes fixed on each other. Justin frees himself from Brian and playfully starts to retreat. He takes his shirt off and throws it at Brian, who catches it in midair. Justin lets his fingers trail down his chest to his waistband in an unmistakable manner. Brian indicates him with his index finger to follow him. Justin doesn't need telling twice and we see them disappear among the dancers. CUT TO: INT: THE LOFT - NIGHT Close up of the Loft-door. It's pushed open. Brian and Justin stumble into the semi-darkness, arms tightly wrapped around one another, occupied in claiming each other's lips and tongues. Brian drops his leather jacket onto the floor. Buster appears next to them, whimpering and wagging his tail. Justin breaks the kiss and turns to look.
JUSTIN (surprised) Hey, who's this? BRIAN Say hello to my new subtenant. JUSTIN (frees himself from Brian and crouches down to pet Buster) Hey.. You're a real beauty. BRIAN (snorting) Dogs and babies. The ultimate method to steal the show from you. JUSTIN (over his shoulder) What's his name? He does have a name, doesn't he? BRIAN (closing the door) Buster. JUSTIN Why didn't you tell me you've got a dog? BRIAN (walking over to the kitchen) You didn't ask. So, you came all the way over here just to pet the fleabag? JUSTIN (straightens up - slowly approaching) Well, actually I was hoping to pet some other things.
He touches Brian' crotch and starts rubbing it slowly, while looking up to him. He opens his mouth a bit.
BRIAN (enjoying the sensation of Justin's moving fingers) You were? JUSTIN (nodding) Mm-hm.. I've got a raging hard-on, you know. Thinking of you during the whole flight. BRIAN No hot flight attendant to lend you a hand? JUSTIN (shaking his head) Just a stewardess with big boobs. BRIAN (grabs Justin's basket, who draws in one breath) Maybe I should take care of it. What do you think? JUSTIN (grabs Brian's hand) I think we've had enough foreplay. Let's get to business, Mr. Kinney.
Music: Novaspace - Beds are burning Justin pushes Brian against the refrigerator and gets down on his knees. Holding up his shirt with one hand, Justin kisses his way from chest to navel. He unzips the fly. Close up of Brian's eyes looking down - Close up of Justin's eyes looking up. Brian leans his head against the refrigerator, eyes half-closed. His hands are grabbing Justin's hair, who's sucking him off - Brian pulls him up and they share an intense kiss. In a quick triple sequence, he softly pushes Justin, who moves backwards towards the bedroom - They're kneeling on the bed. Brian's wearing just his jeans now. Justin takes his shirt off and places himself on Brian's thighs, while the camera's spinning around them. Brian wraps his arms around Justin and attacks his throat, licking and kissing the sensitive flesh. Justin bends his head to the right to give him better access - Brian flips Justin onto his back, who grabs the bedpost above his head with both hands, and strips off Justin’s together with his underwear in one quick motion - Brian's bending over Justin's body, his jeans are gone. He bites one of his nipples. Justin arches his torso and closes his eyes - The camera comes up from the ground. We see an empty condom wrapping lying on the beside table. Brian gets in position and Justin wraps his legs around his waist. The camera rises up and starts circling again. Triple sequence of Justin throwing back his head as Brian enters him - Close up of their locked hands, rocked by short, eager thrusts. Justin opens his mouth, his tongue slips out and is devoured by Brian's hungry lips. He’s steadying himself with both hands on the mattress, while Justin grabs his ass – Brian’s lying on his back, Justin’s atop of him. Brian lifts himself up so they’re upright again. They kiss, rocked by the movements of their united bodies. Justin's taking the lead now, he's working in a steady rhythm, one arms wrapped around Brian, who's hand is moving between Justin's thighs. Brian's eyes are half-closed - Justin jerks back his head as Brian speeds up the pace to bring it home. The camera encircles them till we only see their faces - eyes locked. The last triple sequence - they reach the peak. Riding the wave of orgasm, Justin arches his back, while Brian presses his forehead against the crook of Justin's neck. The music is cut off. Justin's still sitting on Brian's thighs, his limp arms are resting on his shoulders. Brian lifts up his head and kisses him on the temple. They're both completely out of breath.
JUSTIN (panting heavily) Well, I was.. going to ask you.. if you missed me (swallows) but I guess… you've already answered that. BRIAN (chest heaving up and down) You know… I've always.. been a man of action.
Affectionate Justin lets his hand run through Brian's hair, down his neck, over his chest to the chain. His fingertips touch the ring (Yep, Brian's wearing it too :)).
JUSTIN (bends forward - whispering in his ear) Thanks for the ticket. BRIAN I hope you enjoyed the flight. JUSTIN (smiling) I always do.
They share an intense kiss. Justin lifts his butt, so Brian can pull out.
JUSTIN (laughing, as Brian gets rid of the condom) Jesus, Brian. You erupted like a volcano. BRIAN (bends down his head to inspect their bellies) And I obviously got your polar ice cap to melt.
Justin looks down. They both lift their heads and their eyes meet.
JUSTIN (smiling seductively) I guess we need a shower.
Brian smirks. FADE TO BLACK. Celine Dion - Sorry for love Forgive me for the things that I never said to you Forgive me for not knowing the right words to say to prove That I will always be devoted to you and me And if you can't feel that in my love Then I'm sorry for not giving you enough But I'm not sorry for my love I'm not sorry for my touch The way I made your hands tremble and my heart rush I would do it all again Wouldn't take back a thing 'Cause with you I've lived a thousand lives in one And I could never be I could never be Sorry for love And we all make mistakes No matter how hard we try But hearts can only break when sorry comes around When sorry comes around I'm not sorry… for my love **** Directed by CleverDevil Story by CleverDevil Developed by Ron Cowen & Daniel Lipman Based on the British Series Created by Russel T Davies Starring (in alphabetical order) Robert Gant Randy Harrison Gale Harold Scott Lovell Peter Paige Hal Sparks and Sharon Gless as Debbie Guest Starring Harris Allan Dean Armstrong Stephanie Moore Executive Story Editor galesfan4ever Music Supervision CleverDevil **** Queer as Folk and all its characters (despite the few I created) are a property of CowLip and Showtime. No copyright infringement is intended. Author's note: I'm afraid all the Blake and Ted fans out there are hating me right now *ducksandshieldshead*, but it's actually not my fault. Ted was talking so tough in 2.07 about not dating a guy who's positive, I just had to put him to the test. Making a decision in theory is far easier than doing it in reality. Especially when it concerns a person, you're already in love with. Since it takes me some time to update, I decided to make a mailing-list. If you’re interested to get an e-mail as soon as a new episode is up, please contact me and I add you to the list.
TRAILER EPISODE 6.03
Music - Exhale slowly by Bootsy Mc Queen queer as folk Cynthia and Brian are looking at a bunch of Kinnetik employees, pressing themselves against a desk. Buster is standing in front of them. Cynthia: 'Please be so kind and whistle back your beast, so we can all get back to work.' Justin and Lou in the kitchen. Justin: 'Why can't you just be happy for him?' - 'Because I'm a cold-hearted, overprotective bitch.. I just don't want him hurt.' Hayward mansion. Rel watches a sports car leave the driveway. He whispers: 'I love you'. Emmett comes up behind him. 'He has no idea, does he?' He puts his arm around Rel's shoulders. 'Have you ever heard of a place called Liberty Avenue?' Ted and Blake in the kitchen. Blake wants to give Ted a massage, but he steps aside and takes one of the pots from the stove. 'We should start eating, before it gets cold.' Ben and Michael in the living room. Hunter's standing on the stairs. Michael asks: 'What kind of a project?' Hunter seems tensed. 'Who are you? The Spanish Inquisition?' Brian's office at Kinnetik. Brian and a handsome black haired guy in a suit are standing at the door. He says: 'You were highly recommended.' Brian: 'By whom?' The guy gives him a mysterious smile: 'An old friend.' Liberty Diner. Rel, Emmett and Debbie are sitting at a table. Emmett says: 'We're on a love mission.' Debbie, interested: 'Who's the target?' Emmett: 'Josh, the handsome car mechanic.' An art exhibition. Justin's talking to Simon Caswell and a middle-aged man with a old-fashioned hat. The guy puts his hand on Justin's shoulder: 'Simon has been talking about you for weeks. He's completely enthusiastic of your work. He made me really curious.' Michael and Ben are standing behind the kitchen counter. Ben's holding a pipe wrench. An elderly, brunette woman is standing in dining room. 'My name is Geena Larson. I'm working on your application for the adoption of James Montgomery.' Lou, Vince, Brian and Justin in the hallway of the NY ASC. Lou's covering Vince's mouth with her hand. 'Welcome to New York, Brian. We really hope you'll enjoy your stay.' Brian puts his arm around Justin's shoulder. 'Oh, don't worry. I will.' Ted and Michael are sitting on the edge of a bed. Michael: 'Show him that you're there for him.' Ted - desperate: 'That's the problem, Michael. I can't.' Michael walks from the front door back into the living room to Ben and Hunter, asking: 'What the fuck was that?' Hunter: 'Just me, being polite.' Michael: 'Don't do that again. It makes my skin creep.' Justin and Brian at a Greek restaurant, two dishes with a burning content are standing on the table in front of them. Justin: 'I should've known, it' going to be hot.' Brian: 'And the night hasn't even started yet.' queer as folk Adult content, graphic language, nudity, strong sexual content SHOWTIME - NO LIMITS