Subtitles by explosiveskull
Wow.
Can't believe you found these things.
- Were they in that drawer? - Yeah.
They should have been in the drawer.
They were in the drawer with the desk by the thing.
Yeah, like I said.
- But I didn't... - Show the camera.
This is that Christmas dinner that I was telling you about.
Yeah. Yeah.
They're walking the streets
as though we weren't living
through some sort of a hideous nightmare.
Only you can hear people screaming and dying
and crying for help.
No one else seems to be noticing.
Only it's worse than wartime,
because during a war, the people are united
in a shared experience.
This war has not united us.
It's divided us.
It separated those of us with AIDS
and those of us who fight for people with AIDS
from the rest of the population.
Two and a half years ago I read a "Life" magazine editorial on AIDS,
which said it's time to pay attention to this disease now,
because it's beginning to strike the rest of us.
It was as if I wasn't the one holding the magazine in my hand.
So where do you get it, and for how much money,
because it isn't happening to them,
so they don't give a shit.
And they don't have their houses burned down by bigots and morons.
They only watch it on the news...
William.
Oh.
You're still here.
How was your nap?
It was absolutely, positively wonderful.
Thank you so much for asking.
Do me a favor, Sam, would you?
I want you to put that camera down
and help me to the toilet.
I have to take a shit right now.
I'm gonna head.
I left the money in your sneakers.
You said three.
It's all I have.
Whatever.
Try and make sense of this for me.
I don't know. It's a puzzle.
I'm leaving you with a puzzle.
To my body:
someday my ship will come.
It's not finished yet.
What?
Too gay?
Too political? Too AIDS-y?
So...
no new paintings.
Oh...
I'm just... I'm trying to get back to doing something important again.
Isn't it a little bit late in the game
to start trying something new?
I mean, I get it. You're getting older.
You feel the need to reinvent yourself.
It's not that.
No one wants to see this, Sam.
They want to see your paintings.
Trust me.
Well, fuck you.
- Really? - Yeah, really.
♪ Elijah rock, shout, shout, shout ♪
♪ Elijah rock, coming up, Lord ♪
♪ Elijah rock, shout, shout, shout ♪
♪ Elijah rock, coming up, Lord ♪
- Isn't she divine? - Mm-hmm.
- All right, this round is on me. - Thanks, babe.
Glad you're out. It's been too long.
Yeah, where the fuck is everybody else?
They're scruffing and grinding and dick pics.
Oh, my! All right.
A whiskey for Sam there
and a cranberry soda for my baby.
I'm on a cleanse.
Jesus Christ.
- Cheers, queers. - Ooh, cheers.
♪ Oh, shout, shout, hallelujah ♪
♪ Coming up, Lord ♪
So did you have a chance to look through
those old slides and photos for me yet?
Not yet.
Are you still working on that William thing?
- Come on, Jeffrey. - It's been like 20 years.
Yeah, I know how long it's been.
All right, Sam.
We will find you the photos.
Don't worry.
But like from the old days, Jeffrey.
- Before he was sick. - I'll look.
Oh, my God.
Yeah, look at that. Look at that.
Beautiful, isn't it?
Cover's beautiful. I love this cover.
Jeffrey Ann Miller 741-7246.
I know his number.
Will get my AIDS and ACT UP! archival materials
and slides and photographs in a box,
labeled in my bedroom,
and first crack at my gay AIDS and health books
in bookcases one and two.
And the woven wicker laundry basket under the stairs.
Are you getting all this, Sam?
Isn't this all a bit premature?
My impending death is premature.
Now...
I want a memorial service...
but please, no eulogies.
Use the photo of me in my Saks Fifth Avenue tweed jacket,
taken in 1978.
It's on a shelf in the armoire.
And I want a party afterward.
A Christmas party, with a tree.
Christmas party?
As you may know, Christmas is my favorite holiday.
And as I most likely won't be around for another one...
Christmas in July. Or September.
Whenever my body decides it's had enough.
Well, I looked awful.
Can I bum another one?
You sure are smoking a lot for someone who doesn't smoke.
Don't tell Mark.
Oopsie.
Back in a minute.
Maybe they're right.
Maybe who's right?
At the gallery. Why don't you take a break from all this?
Take a vacation.
I don't need a vacation, Mags.
I mean, what have I been doing for the last 15, 20 years?
You certainly haven't been hiring a cleaner.
William was angry.
He was angry because nobody was angry anymore, you know?
Before he died...
I mean, like, before before...
we were a team.
You and William and Jeffrey and me.
We were.
Why did we never do that?
Do what?
Give him his Christmas party.
Oh... I don't know.
He wanted a Christmas party and we never gave it to him.
Okay, William did all kind of crazy things.
He sent postcards addressed to his own body.
Yeah, and I have every single one of them down there.
Will you speak to Jeffrey for me?
I mean, he says he's okay with all of this,
but I don't think he is,
and Mateo pretends like he wants to help,
but then he acts like I'm Dr. Frankenstein.
- Mateo can be a little bitch. - Mm-hmm.
Jeffrey will listen to you.
I'll talk to him.
Thanks, Mags.
I know I can always count on you.
- You're the best. - Mm!
Shut up.
♪ Ain't got nobody ♪
♪ Nobody cares for me ♪
♪ I'm so sad and lonely, baby ♪
♪ Won't somebody take a chance on me? ♪
♪ Ain't got nobody ♪
♪ Nobody cares for me ♪
♪ I'm so sad and lonely ♪
♪ Won't somebody take a chance on me? ♪
♪ Nobody cares for me ♪
Oh, Mags.
Whatcha readin'?
Shit.
You scared me.
Can I sit here?
If you want to.
So...
- what are you reading? - Ah, that's just... nothing.
Oh.
Is it good?
He was a friend of mine, the writer.
But he's dead now.
Well, that's no fun.
It was a long time ago.
We all die eventually.
Memento mori.
Means "Remember death."
Or "Remember you're gonna die."
So why do you have such a morbid tattoo?
It's just a little reminder that life is precious.
I got it after my father died, about nine years ago.
My dad died, I threw a fucking party.
You didn't get along with your dad?
Uh, that was... that was a bad joke.
Oh.
But, no, we did not...
get along.
That's too bad.
What?
I can't tell if you're real
or just a figment of my imagination.
I've had a lot to drink.
I'm pretty sure I'm real.
Oh.
So what do you like?
What do you like?
Do you have a condom? I only play safe.
- Me, too. - Uh-huh.
Sorry that was so fast.
Don't worry.
Sure you'll be ready to go again soon enough.
Did you come?
No.
There you go.
Thanks.
Want a beer?
Uh, maybe some water?
Mind if I smoke?
Do what you want.
What is all this?
It's a project I'm working on.
Is this you?
Yeah.
With my writer friend William.
You remind me of him a lot, actually.
And that is one of the very first ACT UP! demonstrations.
You do know what ACT UP! is, right?
Yeah. Wasn't born yesterday.
When were you born? Don't answer that.
You're a filmmaker.
I'm an artist.
Come on. Break's over.
Hi.
Morning.
What is this?
I'm fine. How are you?
Why is there money in my shoe?
Well, we hadn't discussed it before,
but I thought...
500 for an overnight.
- Seriously. - I might offer you something to eat,
but I don't eat breakfast.
Or lunch.
But I'd like to see you again.
Unless you have some sort of policy.
So can I call you sometime?
Sure.
Okay, what's your number?
Great.
Okay.
Bye, then.
Bye, Braeden.
- Hey. - Oh, good, you're alive.
Uh... how was work?
It was lunch, it was dead.
Did you call Isaac about the leak in the bathroom?
I thought we agreed that if we're gonna be gone all night,
we'd at least send a fucking text.
My phone was dead.
I have a present for you.
Close your eyes.
Come on. Close your eyes.
Open them.
- What is this? - It's $500.
- From where? - I met some guy last night,
and we went back to his place, and...
- What, you robbed him? - He gave it to me.
- For what? - For sex, I think.
He's crazy, right?
Yeah, it's pretty crazy.
I guess he thought I was a professional.
This is a lot of money. Like, what did you do to him?
Nothing out of the ordinary.
How old is this guy?
45, 50. Are you upset?
I don't know.
Don't be. It's 500 bucks.
Right.
So I am dating a prostitute now.
An accidental prostitute.
Right. Right, right, right.
Please don't be upset.
Promise you're not upset.
I promise.
Next time I'll ask for double.
- Yeah? - Samuel, it's me.
Jules?
- Surprise! - Hey, Jules.
I'm moving in.
- What? - Just for a few days.
Uh, I thought you didn't leave Sagaponack in the summer.
Now I know you don't eat, but I brought croissants.
Why aren't you in your apartment?
I'm having my apartment painted, Samuel.
- Okay. - Jesus, this place is a dump.
It looks like you just moved in.
Now don't worry about me,
I won't take up too much space.
I'll sleep on the couch. I insist.
Shocking as it is, I can't say I'm surprised.
- He wasn't sick at all. - Perfectly healthy,
for nearly 70.
- He was just alone. - We're all alone.
But we don't just up and jump out a window.
So your work is going well?
Actually, I really don't know what I'm doing.
That's a great place to be.
- It is? - Sure it is.
And how's your love life?
I always want to talk to you about art,
and all you want to hear about is who I'm fucking.
At my age, I have to get my thrills where I can.
- When's the service? - Wednesday morning.
Then I'm back to the beach.
Oh, you can stay as long as you want, Jules.
Really.
- These are all the photos I have. - Oh, my God.
I wonder what happened to him.
- Oh! - Do you remember that day?
- I almost froze to death. - Yeah.
You never wore gloves.
Well, you let me keep my hands warm
- Hey, hey. - in your armpits between chants.
So you think you'll be able to get me those slides any time soon?
Come on, I'm not trying to put you out.
Well, it's just everything went into storage when we moved in here.
Oh, yeah.
I knew it was Mateo's fault, all right.
I will try to find them for you, I will.
I'll come with you if you need help.
Hey, babe.
What are you two up to?
- I was just leaving. - Aw! What a shame.
Thanks for these. Goodbye, Mateo.
Good to see you, Sam.
- Bye, Sam. - Mm-hmm.
So, uh, Sam here grave digging again?
I know. Why don't you just give him what he wants?
William isn't just Sam's, you know?
I know.
Jules.
Hey, can you come over?
Don't use the buzzer. Text me when you're near.
Chris, the guy from the coffee shop.
First cappuccino I ever had.
Yeah, he was there.
And I would see so many people that I knew,
and my doctor would go.
I could see him there.
God, I remember one time at the Mine Shaft
I was strung up by Louie,
and he was whipping the shit out of me,
and you were there, Sam.
And you looked positively... heartbroken.
I later had to tell you not to worry.
It was just for fun.
You were always so sentimental, Sam.
Well, now Louie's dead now, too.
- Sorry, the M wasn't running. - Shh! Quiet.
Let's get this out of the way first.
200? No overnight, okay?
Sure.
And you have to be quiet.
No screaming tonight.
I'll try.
Are you hungry?
I have this friend who's a straight guy. He's married,
and he's always talking about how he wants to have sex with other women.
- All men want to fuck. - Right.
- So do women. - I wouldn't know.
So this guy is always saying to me, like,
"Wow, you're so lucky, you can just have sex with whoever you want,"
and I'm like, "So can you.
You know, just talk to your wife about having an open relationship."
Right? I mean, you're both adults.
You should be able to at least talk about what you want,
about sex and stuff, right?
- And? - Yeah, and so he says
this, like, super patronizing thing,
like, "Well, when you really love someone,
and you start a family with them,
then you don't want to see them with anyone else."
Like I'm some disgusting, promiscuous gay friend
who doesn't understand how to really love someone.
Thank you.
Oh, can I have some more coffee, please?
Like, I have a boyfriend, right?
But I can have sex with whoever I want to.
- You have a boyfriend? - Didn't I tell you?
- No, you didn't. - Oh.
Well, yeah.
But we're open, so I do what I want.
- He doesn't care? - No.
Who's that guy on your couch?
Oh, that's just an old friend.
He's my old teacher from art school.
Cool.
How old are you?
I thought you didn't want to know.
Now I do.
Almost 30.
- Really? - Are you disappointed?
Damn, I didn't ask her for ketchup.
How old are you?
Still old enough to be your father.
Oh, good.
Excuse me, miss.
Can me and my daddy have some ketchup?
So do you have a daddy thing because your father died?
Hmm. Do you like younger guys
because you're trying to recapture your youth?
When I was your age, younger,
all my friends were dying.
Dropping like flies.
I went to funerals twice a week.
So, yeah...
I guess I am trying to recapture my youth.
But you know, it's not really a daddy thing with me.
I actually don't feel any older than you are.
And I'm not attracted to guys my age, I'm just not.
I like all types of guys.
Young, old, big, small. Why discriminate?
How old's your boyfriend?
- My age. - There you go.
William was beautiful.
Really so, so gorgeous.
And he went from being so handsome
to looking a zombie skeleton in a horror movie.
Fuck.
We used to go to a diner, kind of like this,
just a couple of blocks away, actually,
and it was always full of muscle queens and 'roid heads,
and William would always say,
"Let's get a table right in the middle."
He liked to scare them.
William was quite the provocateur.
So was I.
Not anymore?
We fought for things that really mattered.
- Like what? - Like health care,
and the right to be a dirty fag,
and to fuck who and how we wanted.
We fought against the church and the FDA and the government
and we were really getting somewhere...
and nowadays, your generation...
you don't do anything.
And you think that's because of what?
The community is dead.
Literally...
as well as figuratively.
Sure, it's not the same as it was...
but what is?
But there used to be such a brotherhood,
and now, you young gays just aren't interested.
Some people say it's the corn syrup.
- Corn syrup? - Mm, high-fructose corn syrup.
It's in everything.
See?
It's the opiate of the masses,
numbing us all so we don't wake up and see what's really going on.
So you take this with you wherever you go?
Yeah. I like to keep track of my thoughts.
- What kind of thoughts? - Private thoughts.
Thoughts about hot, older guys who give me money for sex.
I do not give you money for sex.
I give you money because I like you,
and I like giving you money.
I also use it for my "drawing people without looking at what I'm drawing" series.
- Your what? - I'll show you.
There.
Always ends up looking like them in some weird way.
See?
Don't you think that sort of captures your soul?
Well, that's that.
It was a beautiful service, though, wasn't it?
Mm-hmm.
Thanks for being my date, Sam.
That's my last one. I've been to too many.
- You're gonna have to be at mine. - Oh boy.
Eventually, Sam, my time will come,
and you'll have to be there to pay your respects.
Who else but you to give the keynote address?
I'll be there.
- Julian! - Yes?
I thought that was you!
It's Patrick. Donnelly.
For heaven's sakes, Patrick Donnelly.
- It's been ages. - I'm in from Seattle, for Robert.
Of course, yes.
Oh, I'm sorry. This is Samuel, a dear friend of mine,
and a former student.
Samuel, this is Patrick, a former lover.
Wow. Um, well, hi.
How did you know Robert?
Another former lover of mine.
Mine too.
Can I take you for a tea, Julian?
Unless I'm interrupting.
No, no, not at all. I'd love a tea.
As a matter of fact, I'll make us tea up in my place.
- Where are you staying? - 88th and Amsterdam.
Perfect. I'm on the Upper West.
I thought your apartment was being painted.
That's what I said, Samuel.
See you later. Thanks again.
You're welcome.
Nice meeting you, Samuel.
You too.
It's been a long time, hasn't it?
Since we've... had a tea together.
What are you doing today?
I work at 6:00.
Can I take you to brunch?
I thought you were gonna start looking for a job today.
I have some stuff coming up.
- "Some stuff"? - And...
I made us another 200 last night.
What the hell, Braeden?
- What the hell, what? - What the hell are you doing?
Making us money.
You could work for money like normal people.
So I'm supposed to not take the money?
Yeah, don't take the money.
That doesn't make any sense.
Let's go for brunch.
I'm going to the gym.
- You just came from the gym. - So what?
You just showered.
Fine.
Okay.
Well...
let's go for brunch, then.
I don't want to go for brunch.
I want you to stop taking money for sex.
I thought you were okay with it.
I didn't think it was gonna become this regular thing you did.
I thought we could do whatever we wanted.
- Sure. - I'm just having fun.
Don't you want me to have fun? I want you to have fun.
Yes, I do.
He has money. We need money.
- Right. - It's a win-win.
Let's go for brunch.
So is it the same guy, then?
It's really not a big deal, Luke.
Do you like him?
- Do I like him? - Does he fuck you?
Oh, my God, Luke, this is so stupid.
Can we seriously go for brunch?
You say "brunch" one more time, I swear to God...
Oh...
You know, I do feel better.
I thought you were just hangry.
You were.
Guess what I don't want to do tonight.
Why don't you just quit?
Oh... yeah, that's a good idea.
I'll just quit,
now that you're bringing so much cash as a rent boy.
Why don't you talk to that waiter over there?
Keeps checking you out.
The one in the tight pants?
- He's cute. - He's okay.
Keeps looking at you.
You know, I don't have to hook up with someone
just to get even, Braeden.
That's not what I meant.
Besides...
I only have eyes for you.
You're not gonna keep taking money from that guy, are you?
If you don't want me to, I won't.
- Good. - Hm.
Look at all this.
Have you ever seen anything so vulgar?
I like it.
I don't mean the art. I mean the people.
Look at these fucking assholes.
Oh.
Yeah, total assholes.
I thought this was your crowd.
Not anymore.
Want some more wine?
Obviously.
Thank you.
Sam, I'm glad you made it.
Isn't it fantastic?
He's so young, so fresh, don't you think?
Yeah. Yeah, very fresh.
It's a great energy in this room.
Reminds me of when people used to get excited about your work.
DB, come here. I want you to meet Sam Cooper.
Sam Cooper, this is DB.
Isn't he just fantastic?
A real star in the making, I think.
Interesting work. It, uh...
looks like you're having a lot of fun.
Sam Cooper. Yeah, I've heard of you.
Great. Good.
Are you working on anything new?
I am, as a matter of fact, yes.
I'm working on a new video film project.
- Cool. - Mm-hmm.
And this is Braeden. He's sort of my new... muse.
He's helping me with the project.
- This is, uh, Rhona. - Hello.
- And DP. - It's DB.
Hi.
Well, I should, uh...
It was great to meet you, Sam.
Uh, Rhona, I want to...
I want to thank you
for something.
- Oh, yeah? - Yeah.
I'd like to thank you for not believing in me,
and for telling me I was too old
to try out something new.
- Sam... - No, it was really
the kick in the ass I needed,
and I never should have said that your opinion
- is just shit. - You never said that.
And I'm especially sorry for saying that I hope
you choke on a bag full of fucking dicks and die.
I never should have said that, never.
It really was beyond the pale,
and I hope you can find it in your....
heart to forgive me.
You never said any of those things.
I didn't?
Ooh, well, I guess
it must've all been in my head.
You're a very strange man, Sam Cooper.
Cheers.
"Choke on a fucking bag of dicks and die."
I've wanted to say that for such a long time.
Well... good for you.
Now what?
I want to paint you.
Come on.
Close your eyes.
Eyes closed.
Your turn.
Close.
At the end of one of these sessions,
the top fucked the bottom,
the final humiliation during which he compared the bottom
to a cock-needy woman.
Or made the bottom beg for it,
and made the bottom suck his dick clean when he was finished.
This wasn't just Louie.
It was standard S&M operating procedure.
I had always hated getting fucked.
Now what?
What do you think?
What's so revolutionary
about a gay guy who doesn't like bottoming?
If you don't like it, don't do it.
I like it. Can't get enough.
Nothing better than a nice big dick up inside my butt.
I love what a little pervert you are.
Doesn't this just contribute to the way
the rest of the world sees the receptive partner in gay sex?
How is that?
As lesser than?
Do they?
Uh, even in the gay community.
Straight acting, no femmes, masc for masc.
If you put your dick in someone, that's fine,
but if you open up and take a dick,
you're not a real man.
You're being feminized, and it's bad to be feminine,
because it's bad to be a woman.
It's... it's right here.
"Final humiliation... cock-needy woman."
I didn't realize you're such a feminist.
Yeah, I guess I am.
- You still recording? - Yeah.
And that stuff from William's book,
it's about the S&M scene.
- It's a particular kind of humiliation. - Right.
Okay.
Maybe it's time for you to be humiliated.
What do you think you're doing?
I'm finished with these, Sam.
I'm done.
I'm not gonna pick those up for you.
Who the hell's gonna throw my body over the fence at the White House?
Nobody.
Um...
Does Braeden live here?
Yeah.
I'm just, uh...
He left this. I'm just returning it.
You're Sam, right?
I'm sorry, how rude of me.
Sam Cooper.
I'm Lukas. I'm Braeden's boyfriend.
Lukas, do you think I could have a glass of water?
Yeah.
Manhattan's shit.
It's total shit.
It's like a steaming pile of pig shit.
Why don't you tell me how you really feel?
It's like, you know what?
What is that?
So is Brooklyn.
It's all shit.
Why do you stay?
If I had my way, we'd move back out west.
We would get a little house,
maybe get a bunch of kids, and maybe a dog.
How romantic.
Yeah.
So you're a filmmaker.
Sort of.
What's it about?
Well, it's an art film, I guess.
Yeah, yeah, it's about my friend William,
and his lover Louie, or his fuck buddy, Louie,
I should say.
You know, it's really about, uh, AIDS.
They both died of AIDS in the '90s.
Sounds pretty boring.
It does?
No, Sam. I'm kidding.
Oh, okay.
I get it.
You know I'm pos, right?
No.
Braeden didn't mention it?
He didn't really say anything about you at all.
Hey.
Sam came here today.
Why?
To return this.
I didn't take any money from him.
I didn't.
He wants us to be in his movie.
Hey, now we're talking.
- We never make Asian. - And you look so good!
- Oh, I'm exhausted! - After slaving in the kitchen.
- - Oh, hold on. Let me get that.
Hey.
Ah, sorry I'm late, but I brought beer.
- Good man. - All right, let me put those in the fridge.
Did you start without me?
- No, you are just in time. - Yeah, we just got here.
Few minutes later, I would've definitely eaten your share, though.
- Did he get moo shu pork? - Yes, Sam, we got you pork. Don't panic.
I cannot remember the last time we were all together.
- Oh, it hasn't been that long. - Over a year, at least.
No, it was more recent than that.
No, I think Mateo's right, Sam.
What about Emma's school show?
"Annie Get Your Gun"?
Yeah, we were all there for that.
- That was three years ago. - No!
Mm-hmm, yeah.
To old friends.
Very old.
We should do this more often.
- Cheers to that! - Yeah, cheers.
I can't believe it's been three years.
Time flies when you're having fun.
- But I'm not having fun. - Where is the sesame noodle?
You know, I can't believe she's 17 already.
17, that doesn't sound right.
- No, she's definitely 17. - Jesus Christ,
I remember changing her diapers.
- I don't remember that. - And she's growing up
to be more and more like her mother every day.
Oh, you mean all her friends are gay boys?
Yes, actually they are.
Well then, Sam will be dating them soon.
Hey! Sam's boyfriends aren't all that young.
Oh, yes they are.
- Young, dumb... - And full of cum.
- They're not dumb. - I'd prefer not to hear about this.
And you're just jealous.
Speaking of old times,
have you found those old slides of William yet?
I'm looking.
Okay.
Ooh, what's this?
Well, I just wanted to make one more toast.
- Oh yeah? - Yes.
Jeffrey and I have an announcement.
- You're engaged. - You'd better not be.
Why do you always have to ruin everything?
Oh, my God, I was joking.
- Well, we're not engaged. - Thank God.
- But we got married. - No.
- Yes. - No.
- Yes. - What?
- Congratulations, boys! - When?
Today.
You two got married today?
- City Hall. - You little fuckers.
Oh, my God, I am so happy for you.
Thanks, Maggie.
It's about time you made an honest woman out of him.
Okay, to Jeff and Mateo.
What's the matter, Sam? Aren't you going to say anything?
What do you want me to say, Jeffrey?
Congratulations?
It's shocking. I'm shocked.
Sam, lighten up.
Can't you even act like you're happy for us?
Okay, sure. Um...
To Jeffrey and Mateo.
Congratulations.
Congratulations on becoming fully-fledged proponents
and shining examples of heteronormativity.
Is he serious? Are you serious right now?
I'm surprised at you, Jeffrey.
- Sam, don't. - Don't what?
Look Sam, it's great that you guys can get married now.
- Why did you do this? - Uh, because we love each other?
- Insurance? - I'm not talking to you. Why, Jeffrey?
- Well, fuck you too, Sam! - Fuck me?
I'm so sick of your shit.
All right, guys, come on, let's...
What are you gonna tell us, huh?
That we've turned our backs on the real fight,
that marriage equality isn't real equality?
- Well, yes. - Yeah, well, we've heard it all before, Sam.
Jeffrey, you spent half your life
fighting to protect queer culture.
Oh, gimme a fucking break.
Marriage is a straight construct!
- No offense to you guys. - None taken.
It's about white male privilege and classism!
Uh, I don't know if you've noticed, but I'm not white.
- Oh, you are white. - Oh, now I'm white?
Guys, come on. What are you arguing about?
You've become them.
Does he mean us?
And who are you to talk about white privilege?
- That's what you are. - What I am?
Yeah. You are a privileged white man.
Okay, we get it. Sam's a white man. Can we move on now?
I have devoted my life to trying to do important things.
I have seen a lot, and I have never stopped fighting.
Is anybody gonna eat the last egg roll?
Nobody is saying that the work you do isn't important
or what you see isn't real, Sam.
But we all saw it.
You just need to take a breath and look around
and see that your friends are happy and be happy for them.
Yes, I am privileged, but I have used that privilege...
Yeah, to buy sex and drugs.
...at a time when it was desperately important
to try and make a difference.
Cut the crap.
I mean, who do you think you're helping with your art?
What does my art have to do with this?
- Tell 'em, Jeffrey. - Tell me what?
Tell him how you feel.
I'm not okay with how you're using William.
Using William?
He was my friend, Sam, who I introduced you to,
and he's gone, and it hurts.
Yes, I know that.
He's not a symbol for anything.
He's not a project.
Maggie, did you know Jeffrey felt this way?
This was supposed to be a happy day, you know.
Let's just eat and drink champagne and celebrate.
Thank you, Jeffrey,
for telling me how you feel.
And congratulations.
Can I bum a smoke?
Sure.
Thanks, man.
Fuck!
Fuck.
You sure you want to do this?
Yeah. Let's do it.
Thanks again for doing this.
Sure.
So what do you want us to do?
Whatever you feel comfortable with...
...doing.
Okay.
What's all this?
Okay, uh, how long have you been together?
Uh... five years?
Six years in September.
Just move into the center a little.
Why don't you take your shirts off?
Are you gonna paint us?
I don't know yet.
You okay?
Yeah.
You're funny.
- Am I? - Yeah.
Luke, it's okay. We're not making a porno.
Right. This is art.
It's exciting. What?
Lukas, why don't you, um...
pick up that whip?
How does that feel?
Okay.
Want to use it?
Do you?
- No. - Sam, what are you doing?
Why didn't you tell me Lukas was pos?
- Excuse me? - I said why didn't you tell me?
Because it's not my thing to tell.
Okay? And it's actually none of your business.
- But we are fucking. - We're using condoms.
- Think I'm gonna go. - That's not the point.
Yeah, actually, that's exactly the point.
I'm on PrEP, Lukas is undetectable.
You don't have to go, Lukas.
Yeah, I actually think that I do.
Sam, do you even know what "undetectable" means?
Yes.
I thought that I could come here to do something for us.
But I think I should probably let you guys do your thing.
Luke.
Wait.
What the fuck?
Wait, can...
Can you just not film me, okay?
Can you just stop?
Aren't you gonna go after him?
What? Argh. Can you not smoke for like five minutes, please?
- Excuse me? - Yeah, it's fucking disgusting.
And it's also really bad for you.
Gee, thanks for the tip.
You take it for granted.
How easy you have it. How easy you think you have it.
Is that why you brought us here?
So you could get up on your little soapbox
and tell us that we're not living right?
We're not doing it right.
You know something, Sam,
who needs another fucking AIDS movie, anyway?
All right, AIDS was scary. We get it.
You can watch all the movies, and you can read all the books,
and you can take every fucking queer theory class you want...
Right! I'll never understand.
I don't think you ever will.
If you'd gone from a hospital room, to a...
to a memorial service,
to a "I'm trying to help someone not lose their apartment,"
to a demonstration, to another funeral...
Do you want me to thank you?
For being there?
For surviving?
For fighting?
Thank you.
I mean it.
Thank you.
But why can't you focus on the progress that you've created?
Things are changing.
They're different. They're better. They're good.
If I want to have nasty leather sex, I can do that.
I can do it safely, without any shame.
I can live with my HIV-positive partner,
and we don't have to be scared about when he's gonna die.
You did that, Sam.
You did that for me, for us.
For everyone.
Can you please stop smoking?
- What do you care? - I just do.
I care, Sam.
I care about you.
If you really think
that no one can understand your life,
or who you are or what you went through
because they weren't there with you,
then what are you doing?
Right? Like, what is all this, huh?
What is the fucking point, Sam?
Samuel!
Hey, Jules.
God, I love this place.
Well, why do you stay away, then?
For good reason.
Sam, really.
That was a long time ago.
Anyway, you're far too old for me now.
Don't remind me.
Oh, come on. You're like Peter Pan.
Well, when and if I do grow up...
you're exactly who I'd like to be.
That's nice, Samuel.
I guess I don't want to be alone.
Well, it's something I've gotten used to.
I just don't want to end up like your friend.
Well, that's easy, Samuel.
Simply refrain from jumping out of a window.
Oh, my God.
I'm gonna go down to the water.
Here, take this.
I'll see you down there at cocktail hour.
With cocktails.
Okay.
I am a queen.
Queen Victoria.
La reine Angleterre.
I will become known as Princess Royale.
Princess of holidays.
And Louie...
Oh, Louie.
I am the captain,
and this is my ship.
Le bateau impassible,
incroyable, royale,
all stuffed into...
black garbage bags...
...and thrown overboard.
- Sam. - Sam.
- Oh, God. - This should make you feel better.
Thanks.
Now... let's drink.
Oh!
It's nice to spend some time with you, Jules.
- Before... - Before what? I die?
You finish your film?
You know, I'm not quite sure I've forgiven you for giving up painting.
Oh, not you too.
I still have that first painting.
Your first from my class.
- You do? - Yeah.
It's hanging in the hall by the stairs.
I thought you hated that thing.
I love it.
I need to do this more often.
Me, too.
So many stars out here.
I almost forgot about them.
It's an illusion, Samuel.
It's all a beautiful illusion.
Are you just gonna keep staring at me,
or are you gonna say something?
You can't just keep not talking to me.
Come here.
Is that what you want?
What am I gonna do with all these books?
Jesus, you're such a child.
Help me.
Okay, okay.
Since you don't have any shelves...
let's just stack them...
neatly, in columns, against the wall.
Just make it look like it's on purpose.
When did you get this place again?
'98.
Well, it's about time it started looking like a real home.
I never expected to be here so long.
I'm hungry. Are you hungry?
I could eat.
So Mark is gonna bring the tree by in a couple of hours.
I can't believe you're forcing me to do this.
Hey, you're 55,
and it's Christmas in July.
William would be happy.
Now...
the place is ready.
What if nobody comes?
They'll come.
Thanks, Mags.
I gotta go.
But I will see you tomorrow.
Do not worry so much.
Braeden.
Hey, Sam.
I didn't think you'd come.
You don't mind, do you?
Oh, my God, no. The more the merrier.
I invited you, didn't I?
- Happy birthday. - Thanks.
So can I get you guys a drink?
Beer, wine, vodka, gin, tequila, rum?
Beer.
Okay, two beers. I'll be right back.
Egg nog.
Egg nog?
Where'd you get egg nog in July?
Don't ask questions, man, drink it.
- Good, right? - Oh. Boozy.
Hell, yeah.
Plenty more where that came from.
Beer...
and beer.
- Thank you. - Cheers.
Okay.
Yeah.
Merry Christmas.
- Mateo! - Hey!
Happy birthday, big guy.
Thank you.
Is Jeffrey here?
Uh, yeah, he's around here somewhere.
I want to apologize,
for... you know, I was making such an ass of myself.
Aw, you can't help it.
I really didn't mean it.
Yeah, you did.
Happy birthday, Sam.
I'm so glad you're here.
- It's a great turnout. - Mm-hmm.
Uh, who are all these cute white boys, Sam?
Ah.
That used to be us.
Oh, now you're just old white men.
- Ouch. - Happy birthday!
To me!
♪ Happy birthday to you ♪
♪ Happy birthday dear Sam ♪
♪ Happy birthday to you ♪
Wish.
- Cake? - Sure, thanks.
I don't believe we've met.
Oh, I am Braeden.
Julian. One of Sam's oldest friends.
- You were his teacher. - I was.
Time goes by so fast.
- Yeah? - You'll see.
One day you'll be Sam, the next you'll be me.
And then what?
Back into the ether.
A-five, six, seven, eight!
♪ Angels we have heard on high ♪
♪ Sweetly singing o'er the plains ♪
- Hey. - Hey.
I hate it when you smoke pot.
I hate it when you fuck other guys.
I should say goodbye.
I'll be downstairs.
Hey.
I'm taking off, but I just...
wanted to make sure I gave you this before I go.
It's a sort of IOU.
You don't owe me anything.
Happy birthday, Sam.
The things we've seen.
Yeah.
It's a miracle we can still string a sentence together.
I brought those slides for you.
There are some good ones.
Mags! You wild child.
Yes, Sam, yes.
- I should get going. - Uh-huh.
I mean, we should get going.
- Is she okay? - Oh yeah. She's fine.
Where's Julian? Where's that old fella?
- He left, Mags. - He what?
- He went home. - Julian went home.
Everybody else went home.
- I was right. - About what, honey?
Oh, you know.
Okay, come on.
Oh, good night, my dear.
Thank you for everything.
Oh, my God, thank you, Sam.
And I can't help you clean up tonight.
- That's okay. - No, but I'm sorry.
- Don't be sorry. - Okay, I'm not sorry.
I love you.
Like, I really love you. Okay?
You love me. Got it.
Okay, good. Happy birthday, Sam.
I love you.
Good night, buddy. Thanks for a great party.
Any time.
Night night. Merry Christmas, Sam.
Good night, Mags.
I'll see you later. Like, tomorrow.
- To clean up. - Okay.
Bye bye.
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