Parting Glances (1986) Movie Script
(whimsical music)
(bright adventure music)
(door banging)
(tense orchestral music)
(sneakers squeaking)
(romantic orchestral music)
(sneakers squeaking)
(men laughing)
(door banging)
(men sighing softly)
(men moaning)
(clothing thumping)
(water trickling)
- Where are you going?
- I'm thirsty.
(man singing in foreign language)
(container banging)
(bottle banging)
(containers banging)
- What are you doing?
- I told you you'd never eat these.
- Hey, some of these are returnable.
- Robert.
- Michael.
- This long black line
here is the Equator.
- Very good.
- Why are you taking all those sweaters?
- The rainy season, it's
supposed to get chilly.
Want me to leave you one?
- No, no, you better a mackinaw
and some antifreeze, though.
I'll call my dad in Wisconsin
and have him send you
a snow blower.
(sweater smacking)
- The office is only paying for 100 kilos.
So when the shipper comes to pick this up,
you may have to pay extra.
I'll leave you the money.
- Don't worry about it.
- When I get 20 he owes you.
These are all mine?
What about this one?
Christmas three years ago?
- To me or from me?
- How soon they forget.
- My deadline looms, wish me luck.
- Break a pencil.
(introspective classical music)
Mine or yours?
- Who knows?
Take it.
It's not gonna get that cold, Lana.
(sweater thumping)
(introspective classical music)
(Michael yelling)
- What's the matter?
- Douglas's stupid "Lost in
Space" thing, what do you think?
He warned me it was S&M sci-fi porno,
but this is ridiculous.
- You're charging him
double though, right?
- It's not worth it.
Now he's got Stud Starfighter or whoever
submerged in liquid
helium or some bullshit.
Doing things with Freon Ben Wa balls
and like radioactive
dildos and, cover it up.
- Hm?
- Cover it up.
No way, I can't edit that shit.
Weight it down.
It might come to life and
attack us in our sleep.
(gentle classical music)
(mints clacking)
(speaking in foreign language)
- Hi.
- Hello.
- Hi, Daddy.
- I wish you'd stop that, Chris.
- Why?
- [Michael] 'Cause I'm not your daddy.
- That's okay.
- When is Robert leaving?
- Tomorrow.
- Oh.
(upbeat music)
("Love and Money" by Bronksi Beat)
Work for money
Spend money
Spend for love
Love for money
Pain and love
Love and pain
Pain and lust
- Honey, put that back.
Lust for money
- There you go.
- Thank you very much.
- Thank you.
Love and money
- Bye-bye.
You can't take it.
- No, he can have it.
- Oh he can?
Thank you very much.
Exploit for money
Kill for love
Love for money
- Haven't seen you for a while.
- I was just in here a couple days ago.
- I know, you bought "Magic
Flute," Lear/Wunderlich?
- Good memory.
Love and money
Love and money
- So what are you up to tonight?
- Sorry?
- You heard me.
- Tonight?
Tonight I'm going to a dinner party,
then to a party party.
- Sounds fun.
- It's a going away
party, mostly old friends.
It's burning me up
- I understand.
It's burning me up
Ooh, it's burning me up
- Your name's Joan?
- No.
That's who's giving the party.
I'm Michael.
- I'm Peter.
(machine whirring)
At long last, we meet.
How old are you?
- 45.
- I thought you were about 24. (laughs)
- 28.
- You don't look it. (laughs)
- Thanks.
I'll see you later.
- Michael, don't forget this.
- Oh, sorry, thanks.
Bye.
Money
Money is the root of all evil
(bottle spraying)
- [Michael] Giddy up, 'cause
I wanna feed Nick by seven.
- [Robert] You go ahead,
I gotta finish packing.
- [Michael] Your packing's finished!
You're not gonna see Nick before you go?
- [Robert] That's right.
- Do I look too foofy?
- You look cute.
- They got a lot of nerve dragging us
over for dinner on your last night.
- Now, now.
- You see 'em at work every day.
- Here are the watering instructions.
- When are you gonna call me?
- When I get there.
- Like what time, so I'll
know when to be home.
- You're always home.
What, you have a bunch of
dates lined up already?
- Would you be upset
if I just donated those
to the Brooklyn Botanical Garden?
- You'll hear from me as
soon as I can get through.
Phones over there probably
don't work so well.
- What are you doing?
It's not gonna rain.
Forget it, Bobby.
I'll be the one who gets stuck
lugging it around all night.
(whimsical classical music)
(umbrellas clanging)
(both laughing)
- [Robert] Watch the suit!
(bright orchestral music)
(dramatic orchestral music)
- Ooh, you look so foofy.
- [Michael] I knew you'd say that.
- So where's Bob the bore?
- Still packing.
- Mm-hmm.
- So what you doing?
- MTV with Mozart.
- [Michael] Yipe, why the headphones?
- Stupid ass neighbors.
You should hear their racket.
- Still out there?
- Like animal noises,
prehistoric, the kind they
don't even make anymore.
Is this a good one?
- It's fabulous.
- It's fabulous?
- Mm-hmm.
- How much do I owe you?
- Nothing.
- You're a fucking saint.
- Fuck you.
- Come on, already.
I've been glued for five hours
and I still haven't seen my video.
- Call 'em up, find out
what time it's gonna be on.
- [Nick] That's no fun.
What do I get tonight?
- Boiled nettles, hogweed,
assorted thistles.
- Great, how about a nice, thick steak
and some greasy fries?
- This is new.
What is it?
- Scares the roaches away.
It's ultra high frequencies,
it drives them insane.
- Does it work?
- Yeah it works.
- Wanna come over to Joan's tonight?
- Well I'm sure Robert
will be simply crushed
if I didn't show up.
- Should get out, get some exercise.
- I exercised.
- You did?
- Yeah, three times.
Don't worry about it,
there's an eyeball virus I could catch.
Knocks out your peripheral vision.
(water splashing)
(eerie music)
(upbeat music)
What are you doing?
- Have you used that knife lately?
- What?
- Never mind.
- Hey I want you to have my sunglasses.
- Stop it.
- Look, you got everything here.
Brit rock.
New York rock.
LA rock.
- You finish your song?
- Yeah.
Would you like to hear it?
- Oh please.
(Nick clears throat)
- Fox fuck piss kiss room shroom,
scream cream I'm gonna carry on.
- Love it.
- Yeah?
I think the lyrics
could use a little work.
- A little.
(blender whirring)
- Ooh.
You know this macro-psychotic
diet is bullshit
and you know it and I know it.
- Humor me.
- Yeah, straight from the cat.
I mean, look at Greg Wildmine,
he only lasted six months.
- That's 'cause he
didn't take proper care.
- Tell me something.
- Anything.
- Would you stop being so sincere?
You drive me nuts with this shit.
- What do you wanna know?
- Robert hasn't come by to
visit me, including tonight,
'cause he's afraid he
might catch it, right?
- No, it's just he can't deal
with illness, you know that.
It upsets him.
- How could he work
for this international health organization
if he's scared to be around sick people?
- [Michael] He sits behind a desk.
The sick people are on computer printouts.
- Bullshit job, anyway.
I mean those donated medical
supplies arrive over there,
they get ripped off before
they ever reach customs,
get fenced and the next day,
they're on the black
market, it's bullshit.
- [Michael] Where you getting all this?
- "Village Voice."
See, AIDS is Africa's
last laugh on us, right?
Puts us back in the
14th Century with them.
- This part I've heard before.
- I mean, somebody's gonna drop
the fucking bomb anyway, right?
So who gives a shit, really?
Glad I won't be around for that.
- [Michael] Don't be so sure.
- You're really pissed
he's leaving, ain't you?
- [Michael] Yeah, and I
don't want to talk about it.
- Thank God.
You know, someone should
post up signs around New York
that say know thyself, but
please don't talk about it.
See guys like you from Kentucky,
you don't go in for this
therapeutical yabber jabber.
- Jesus, I've known you how long?
Where am I from?
- You're from Kentucky.
- Wisconsin.
- Wisconsin?
That's close enough.
- Remind me to get more brown rice.
- You've gotta be kidding me.
Hey I'm feeling fit, try me.
- [Michael] I've gotta
put the kettle to boil.
- Stop flapping around like a fucking
Florence Nightingale and get over here.
Ooh.
Come on, Mike, you let me win.
- You won, fair and square.
- Horse shit, let's go again.
- All right.
Faggot.
(fists banging)
- Ooh, you brute.
- What?
- What, I didn't say nothing.
- What did you say?
- I didn't say anything.
- Yes you did.
- Let's play cards.
- (sighing) I gotta go have dinner
with Robert's asshole boss.
- Just one hand.
- One, then two, and
I'll be here three hours
and Robert'll be pissed.
- I'll get the deck.
- Your veggies will be
done in five minutes.
- [Nick] Yo, Mike!
(cards flapping)
(horns honking)
(somber classical music)
(whimsical classical music)
- I've decided to move to Korea
and open a vegetable store.
- Oh?
- Yes, when things have
crumbled sufficiently here,
we'll all be fleeing to Asia.
To sweep the streets and tend
to back East kiosks and so forth.
- I plan on staying put.
- Amidst the ruins?
Tending sheep in Central
Park and subsisting
on a yearly stipend of 15 peppercorns.
- But I adore sheep!
- My vegetable shop will
be a very neat little store
with rows and rows of lovely
hydroponic sprouts and cress.
I'll give you special discounts.
- Oh no.
Michael's remaining here with me.
- Nonsense!
I wouldn't hear of it.
Besides, you can always
find work in Tokyo,
translating into Japanese
the great classics
of American literature.
There must be two or
three worth preserving.
What would you choose?
- Surely you're not going to
let him get away with that?
- No comment.
- I choose "Moby Dick"
and "Huckleberry Finn."
- Quite.
How goes the proofreading?
- Editing, it goes all right.
- I didn't think there was
anything left to edit any longer.
Thought it was all done with microchips
or it was all on television.
- Not yet.
- Hm, have you been writing?
- [Michael] Um, not too much.
- [Cecil] Well, you must
get something on paper
before we emigrate to the Orient.
- [Michael] I'm trying.
- You're being a very good
doobie tonight, I must say.
- Thank you, Cecil.
So are you.
- The reason you're being so good
is that it's Robert's farewell dinner.
When he's gone, you must come over
for an entire evening
of good, stiff sparring.
- Oh boy.
- He really is being horribly terse.
- You'll still visit us even
with Robert gone, won't you?
- Heavens, they're not a couple divorcing.
Robert was good enough to introduce us
to his flatmate back when,
and we now know Michael
quite independently.
You'll need to find a new share.
Shall I put up a notice at the office?
- Uh no, thanks.
I'm going to go it alone for a while.
- Yes, well now let's see if we can rouse
some spark of life in Robert.
- Don't pick on Robert.
Look at him, so adorable.
You've been together what, five years?
- More like six.
Met right after I got out of school.
- You're going to be lonely.
- Believe it or not, I've
got worse things on my mind
than Robert leaving.
- Do tell.
- Just other things.
- You know it's shocking,
but Cecil's never even hinted
to me that he knew what
was going on with you two.
And of course I always played naive
because I didn't want to jeopardize
Robert's position at work.
- Seems impossible he
wouldn't have figured it out.
- Darling, you'd be amazed at what
people can blind themselves to.
- That still doesn't answer my question.
What happens if the political
situation deteriorates?
- We're an apolitical organization.
You're immune.
If, however, of course,
the situation does get a little bit dicey,
which I don't think it will,
the airport is only 10 minutes away.
You could even walk it in a pinch.
The trick is, to get out
before the roadblocks go up
and they close the airstrip.
It's part of the fun.
- Michael's supposed to visit
me for a month in the spring.
- I advise discretion, strongly.
It's not North Africa where
you might get away with that.
- Yeah I know.
- You won't find much local diversion.
If, however, you should happen
to make it into Nairobi, yeah?
Which I feel quite sure you will,
rumor has it that this watering
hole can be interesting.
- You know what Proust said?
- Rich folks have more fun?
- He said in a relationship--
- Proust didn't ever say relationship.
- I'm translating.
In a relationship, there's always one
who kisses and one who is kissed.
- Yeah, I thought it
switched back and forth.
- No, it's always one way or the other.
You see, I kiss Cecil and he is kissed,
which means I should be
unhappy because the kissee
always enjoys more
control than the kisser.
But I like it.
I only kiss on occasion when
it suits him, which is rarely.
(Michael laughing)
And that suits me.
- Is this one of the tails
from "The Arabian Nights?"
- Oh Robert, you know I can't stand puns.
- He's cute.
- Mm.
Couldn't be more than 20.
Can't imagine what he saw in me.
Picked me up outside the
restaurant in his very own Bentley.
- A rich one?
- Mm.
Drove out into the middle
of the desert late at night.
The moon was shimmering off the sand.
It was like being out at sea.
We did it right there in
the back of the Bentley.
Wild dogs yapping and snarling all around.
It was wonderful.
- I thought you advised discretion?
- Oh, we were immaculately discreet.
Did I ever tell you about Beirut?
Sneaking past the checkpoint after curfew
to meet this fellow on the beach?
- [Robert] You've told me that one.
- Tracer shells firing overhead.
It was almost as dangerous
as that park in Manila.
- Cecil, one of these days,
you're gonna get in big trouble.
- You ever had an affair?
- Michael!
Have you?
- Not yet.
- Gay men in this town
have become very proper.
- Yes, terribly Victorian.
- At university, before I'd met Cecil,
I knew two very handsome gentlemen
who shared rooms at Merton College.
They were, you know.
Well, they'd invite me over to drinks
and we'd discuss Dryden or whatever
and one night we got very drunk.
I'm not going to tell
you, but you can guess.
- Oh.
- Oh, I'll tell you anyway.
(Michael laughing)
It wasn't like they took
turns, it was all at once.
Every which way.
Rather like a marvelous pretzel.
- Ooh, pretzelingus.
(both laughing)
- I thought at the time
that it was a scientifically
isolated incident,
but years later when we lived in Trinidad,
I met two young fellows who
ran the school for the deaf.
- I appreciate you trying
to stop the transfer,
but I realized after a while
it was probably for the best.
- Yeah, I'd go with you in a second.
Europe and America are such bores.
- Cecil, I'm gonna miss you.
- What shall I do without you?
Now I'll have no one to
talk to at the office.
(ominous music)
I'll be seeing you soon.
- Not for a while, I'm afraid.
- Big kiss!
- And a hug, thanks,
you've been wonderful.
- [Betty] You, I'm having
over for dinner next week.
- Yes, of course.
Thanks for dinner, it was great.
- Michael, you know I can't stand it
when you're polite.
(Michael laughing)
Off you.
Back at the writing.
- Goodbye, Robert.
- Have a good trip.
- I will, bye-bye.
- [Cecil] Oh.
- I just had a dreadful realization.
- Huh?
- All this time they've thought
of us as surrogate parents.
- Oh, I doubt it.
One set's more than
enough for most people.
- And all these years I've entertained
the illusion that we
were all the same age.
- Well, maybe in some ways we are.
- [Michael] Why does she put up with it?
She's the one with the money, not him.
She should just toss the turd out.
- [Robert] You've got a
very distorted impression.
He acts worse when you're around.
- Come on.
- He does.
You make him nervous 'cause
he's got the hots for you.
Why do you think he's
always badgering you?
Trying to make you mad?
He's flirting up a storm.
And the more riled you
get, the more he loves it.
Betty thinks you're pretty cute, too.
- How can she not know about him?
She knows about us, but
she doesn't want him
to know she knows because she thinks
he doesn't know, but he
does, and he pretends
he doesn't know so she
won't suspect he is.
- He likes Betty.
He likes boys, what's wrong with that?
You're too critical.
- Listen to this, defending him.
I swear, all men are the
same, they really are.
- Hey, what can I say?
Everybody can't be as politically
correct as you and Nick.
(radio beeping)
Cecil apologized tonight.
He tried to work it out
so I wouldn't have to go.
- What are you talking about?
He engineered it.
He wants to break us up.
He's pissed 'cause we've
gotten beyond ridiculous
'50s cover marriages and
diddling hustlers in Thailand
or wherever he goes to get it.
- Cecil didn't engineer my transfer.
I did.
- Oh.
Well, thanks for pointing
that up so clearly.
Shall I murder you now or later?
- Listen a minute.
- Do you know how dreary
it's gonna be over there?
The bullshit that goes on?
Donated medical supplies arrive,
they're ripped off before
they ever reach customs--
- Can I say something, please?
- What are you talking
about, you engineered it?
I thought they told you you had to go.
- They did, but ultimately,
it was my decision.
- Well, why are you telling
me now, at the 11th hour?
It's like instead of being hurt by this,
you've been coolly
planning the whole thing.
- Haven't I seemed hurt by this?
- Sometimes you really are
the ultimate blank wall.
I used to think that meant
inscrutably profound things
were going on inside, but
lately I've started to wonder
if you're just plain stupid.
- Must be I'm stupid.
- I mean you had a little
charm around the edges
to help things along.
- You know, every time
you go over to visit Nick,
you come back mean as shit.
I wanna leave because
it's gotten too settled.
Predictable.
- Stop this cab, I don't have
to listen to this, I'll walk.
- Faggots.
- [Michael] Just drive and mind
your own business, asshole.
- You're so rude.
- Me?
The jerk just called us faggots.
- You get all this rude stuff from Nick.
- Would you stop bringing up Nick?
He's got nothing to do with any of this.
- [Robert] He's always in there somewhere.
- [Radio Operator] 11-5-249-5-249.
(phone beeping)
(man singing in foreign language)
(woman moaning operatically)
(couple moaning)
(glass banging)
(upbeat rock music)
(phone ringing)
- Come on, come on.
(phone ringing)
- Hello?
- Ah, Mikey, you're missing it.
(neighbor pounding on wall)
- Turn it down!
(upbeat rock music)
We're only living for the drugs
We're only living for the drugs
(rotary clicking)
- Joan, did you just call?
- Where are you guys?
- Well, we're running a little late.
- So what else is new?
- Look, I don't know if
we're gonna to make it.
- Hey, none of that.
Get your butts over here pronto.
(light upbeat music)
(woman vocalizing)
(Michael laughing)
- Sorry I didn't tell you
about this beforehand, Dad,
but you would've freaked.
When this shit started going around,
I stopped cold, but just my luck,
it's got the longest
fucking gestation period
you ever heard of.
But even before, I wasn't some
kind of Gonzo kamikaze dick,
so don't go saying it was
my own fault, all right?
'Cause it wasn't, and if you do,
I'm gonna come back and
haunt ya, all right?
All right, now, for this money thing.
Okay, um, Dad you get 10,000 okay?
That oughta to buy you a nice
weekend in Atlantic City.
Michael gets 50 and Joan
and Terry get 20 each
and the rest goes to GMHC for care
for poor people with AIDS,
and not to medical research
because if the feds can spend
a trillion bucks on bombs,
then they could spend a
little on research, right?
Right. (blowing raspberry)
Bet you didn't think
this kid from Bensonhurst
had so much stashed away, did ya?
Ha ha ha.
Hmm?
Oh, Robert.
This is for you.
Hope you like it.
Michael, I'll never understand
how you fell for that geek.
I mean, the guy looks
like a fucking Ken doll.
I shouldn't say that.
I'm sorry.
Ah, shit.
This thing ain't even on.
Run away, turn away
Run away
- If it's getting predictable,
why didn't you say so?
- I've been trying for months.
- Yeah?
Turn away, run away
- You keep dodging it.
Every time you see trouble coming,
you start running your mouth.
- I know, I know.
- I didn't plan this.
Turn away
- I let them plan it, and
I stood by and watched.
Like you witnessed the
scene of an accident,
sort of detached.
I just realized recently
that I let them do it.
I wanna leave.
Look, I'm not gonna last
two years over there.
I'll probably be back in six months.
I just need a break, you know?
- Robert.
- Yeah?
- You can't go to sleep.
- Sure I can, just watch.
- We have to go over to Joan's.
- No way.
- She wants to see you before you leave.
She'll be real upset.
- Michael.
- [Michael] How come it's bigger at home?
You pissed all over the
place, all over Manhattan.
You pissed all over Europe.
You pissed all over Italy.
- Where was that?
- [Michael] Rome, right in
the goddamn Trevi Fountain.
- I did not.
- I stood right there
and watched you.
- Well, how'd it go?
(sirens blaring)
- Ooh, garbage!
- [Robert] Watch out for the rats.
- We've got ourselves a
veritable antique here.
- How about this?
- You are a discredit to the homo race.
- Hey I like it.
- Cut me a break.
- You like me?
- Do I like you?
Hm, I love you.
- I love you.
Only 10 minutes, okay?
- Yep.
- When I give you the
signal it's time to go?
- She's gonna think you want cocaine.
- [Robert] Thank you.
(door buzzing)
- Hi.
Gifts for me?
How lovely.
I have enough chairs, thanks.
- No, no, this is mine.
I'm gonna leave it here
and pick it up later.
- Fine.
- Did we wake you?
- Oh no, no, come on in.
Let me just put on a light.
(light switch clicking)
- Surprise!
(group laughing)
(upbeat music)
- You guys, this is great.
- It's got an automatic tracking device.
If you're not home after two years,
it'll automatically explode.
- Hey how you doing?
- Hi Terry.
- How did you know?
- Your hands are always so warm.
- Mm.
I've been looking around for Nick.
- He's not coming.
- How's he doing?
- He's all right. You
should give him a call.
- Well, I've been buried in my law books.
Isn't this supposed to be just family?
I don't recognize half these people here.
- [Michael] Recent finds
from her archeological digs in Tribeca.
- [Terry] Who's the blonde?
- [Michael] I think he's a terminologist,
lots of UN buddies.
There's Sammy looking for a wife.
- Curse of the mummy.
- He's real downtown.
- He's pretty well preserved.
All these young guys look so perfect.
I can't stand it.
Remember how ugly everyone
used to look in New York?
- It's the post Kennedy
assassination generation.
- Back in the '60s,
their mothers must have
been taking some kind of wonder drug.
Such attitude, though.
You can never actually meet one.
- [Michael] Sure you can.
- I can't be bothered.
I just watch from afar
like tigers in the zoo.
- Come on.
- Fancy seeing you here.
- Hey Peter, I'd like you
to meet my friend, Terry.
- Hello.
- How are you doing?
(Michael growls)
Get back here.
- So how do you know Michael?
- Honey, I was just gonna
to ask you the same thing.
- Yum, Bobby, how are you gonna
live without Zabar's, huh?
- Michael's gonna have
to send me care packages.
- Good old Mikey.
- Mm, mm, mm.
- Just one, honey.
- Are there any available
women at this party?
- It's picture time!
- Oh boy.
- Always a willing subject.
- Not me.
How are you this evening?
- Sorry, she doesn't understand English.
She says you look like John the Baptist.
- You're the translator, right?
- Yes, as well as the husband.
- Oh.
- [Joan] Smile.
(camera flashing)
Michael.
- Oh, just a picture.
- Get back there.
- [Robert] No, come on,
I wanna take it with me.
(camera flashing)
(jaunty piano music)
- What I think'll really help
is if I get a word processor.
- Ah, yes, a venerable instrument.
- Kind of speed up the old writing.
What do you recommend?
- Well I know a dealer out in Queens.
IBM, with everything,
4,000, includes a printer.
- No, less, less, mucho less.
- Wait a few years till
the prices come down.
- I don't wanna wait.
- You know what I suggest?
- Yeah?
- Just write.
- Hmm?
- You know, you get a pen, some paper,
put a few marks on it.
Works real well.
- Thanks, Dave.
(gentle piano music)
- My pants don't hang down in the back.
- Straight guys' pants
always hang down in the back.
- Michael, do my pants
hang down in the back?
- Yep.
- Fine.
- Michael, have you
finished editing my book?
- Almost.
- Isn't it fun?
Have you come to the
part where the androids
have an orgy and wind
up devouring each other?
- Oh, I love that part.
- Not yet, but I'm looking forward to it.
- What do you hear from Nick?
- He's all right.
Douglas, you're not still pissed at him
over our little prank
on Fire Island, are you?
- You are forgiven.
Nick, I'm not so sure.
- Give him a call.
He'll appreciate it.
- Would you get me another drink?
- Certainly.
- Excuse me.
- Two by two, it's like
Noah's Ark in here.
- Oh yeah?
I hadn't noticed.
- Some guy that's leaving,
that's your lover?
- Mm-hmm.
- What are you doing tomorrow night?
- I haven't thought that far.
- Why don't you pack a little bag
and fly to Paris for the weekend with me?
I have a standing
reservation on the Concord.
A suite in the Huitieme,
and a box at the opera
and never dine at a restaurant
with less than two stars.
What do you say?
- Chem lab, Saturday morning.
- What are you doing?
- Take the N-E-Y out of New
York and what does it spell?
- Work.
- Rent's going up again.
- Yipe.
Who's the piano duo?
- Oh, Klaus and Liselotte.
I met them at a gallery opening.
Turns out, it was their show.
- They're painters?
- (chuckling) They're
mixed media performance
neo-expressionist postmodern
something or others.
I can't keep track.
Christ, I mean they've
been here four months.
You know how long I've
been trying to get a show?
- Too long.
- I invited them over,
I invited them over.
They're here now.
Jesus, to learn the
secret of their success.
Klaus says he's here for das anarchy.
Personally, I could do
with a little order.
I'm not cut out for
modernism, post or otherwise.
- Yeah, you can do
anything you want nowadays
but sometimes I have this feeling
there's nothing left to do.
- Really?
How come they get to
paint stuff like this?
- [Michael] What do you think's going on?
- [Joan] There's more
painting going on in this part
right here than all the
stuff in SoHo combined.
- No, I mean you think she's just finished
writing some tirade to her lover,
but the maid's just come in with a letter
from the lover that says,
"Sorry I take it all back."
- It's probably a letter from the IRS
nailing her for back taxes.
- The maid is so insinuating.
- [Joan] Madam, this just arrived.
- And the mistress is
delicately perplexed.
- [Joan] Could it be from Louise?
- Who's Louise?
(dramatic piano music)
- I'm gonna send in to
the "Alumni Weekly."
- Oh.
- Come on.
- Spare me.
- What's your title?
- I forget.
- You do not, executive director?
Your holy eminence, grand dragon?
- Liaison officer.
- Mm, classy.
(group chattering)
(bright piano music)
- Is it good time?
- Yeah.
- Ricky, how are you?
- Good.
- (chuckling) I know what you need.
- No, I'm just--
- Come with me.
I'm not--
(bright piano music)
(speaking in foreign language)
- What's up with Nick?
- [Michael] Not much, you
should give him a call.
- I did.
Went by to see him on Tuesday.
- Bless your heart.
- He talked about opera the whole time.
I thought fine, at least he's not listing
what he's gonna leave
me in his will again.
- Oh, I got him hooked.
If you need an escape,
Mozart's the ticket.
- (sniffs) Great.
Maybe he'll do a rock version
of "Eine Kleine Nachtmusik."
He said he only eats because
you come over and make him.
Is he trying to do himself in?
- Nah, he'd eat.
He only says that 'cause he's afraid
otherwise I'd never come.
(both laughing)
I feel like a widower in Miami Beach.
- You're re-eligible.
- Robert laid this shit on me tonight
about how he needs a break.
It's gotten too settled.
- He likes being settled.
- I like being settled.
- I hate being settled.
- I don't like being mean.
These last couple weeks
I've been so goddamn nasty.
I don't want to be nasty to him.
- You really shouldn't.
I mean it's not fair.
You're much too quick for him.
I can see him trying to
duck Michael insults.
Right, left--
- He doesn't duck.
He just sits there all calm and
looks at me with those eyes.
I married him for his eyes.
- Oh, I thought it was for his teeth.
- No.
- His nose?
- I don't want him to leave.
- Hey, take off.
Go for it.
Have a little adventure yourself.
Taking a chance
Like the deaf stereo
Showing them thrilling
Now you make me go
Ram, ram, ram
L L L to Z Z Z
To rock, rock
You don't quit
What you don't quit
We got the sound
We got the yang We got discretion
Discretion galaxies
Empire double
Got full stop to him
To the fathers
(dramatic opera music)
(eerie music)
(eerie clicking)
E-E-T-H-S-T-A-R, him
Hit the marble bar
And the first galaxies
Are S-T-double I-T-T-I
Now just think
- I'm even more whacked out than Nick.
That's why it never could have worked.
Would've been the Tower of Babel.
- Robert's cooled you out a little.
- With Nick, I don't know where
he leaves off and I begin.
Two sides of the same coin.
This month, I've known him 10 years.
- What are you gonna do when he's gone?
- Miss him.
- Me too.
- You know his father doesn't even know?
- You're kidding?
- Mm-mm.
- [Joan] When was he gonna
tell him, after he was dead?
- I have a feeling we're gonna be the ones
who wind up telling him he's dead.
- It's true what they say.
The good die young.
I'll probably live to be about 150.
(both laughing)
- I have a secret.
- Hm?
- I've always loved Nick more than Robert.
- I know.
- I've never told Nick.
- You better.
- Sometimes I feel so guilty.
- It's not your fault,
it's nobody's fault.
- It's not that, it's that sometimes
when I'm over there all I can think is,
I'm so glad I don't have it.
- Who wouldn't be?
And don't worry, a few
years down the road,
we have lung cancer, heart
attacks to look forward to.
- It's different when you're 50 or 60.
Impending death doesn't
freak you out as much.
- I bet it does.
I bet it's a fucking
drag, even if you're 80.
(tense piano music)
- Do you think those are real?
- Mm-hmm.
(both grunting)
(both laughing)
- God, he's going berserk
with that piano playing.
(group applauding)
- Fabulous.
- Don't let me interrupt, keep playing.
(speaking in foreign language)
("Beautiful Dreamer" by Stephen Foster)
- Hi.
- Hello Joan.
- Glad you could make it.
- Friends of yours?
- What can I get ya?
- How about a beer?
- Apple juice.
- Okay, Mom.
- Nick, long time no see.
- Hey hey, Miss Thing, how you doing?
- Can't complain.
- All right.
So where's dildo-head?
I dragged myself out of
bed just to say goodbye.
- Haven't seen him.
(group laughing)
(upbeat music)
- [Sarah] Michael's definitely cuter.
- [Robert] He's nice looking.
- [Sarah] That's awful, nice looking.
- [Robert] This is what's known
as the grass is always greener.
- No it's not.
Hetero men have a gene
missing or something.
You know, back in school
I, I knew about you
even before you did,
even when we were dating.
- You did not.
- From the first date.
I thought, forget it, he's
too cute and I was right.
- There's some cute straight guys.
- What an egoist.
Of course there are,
the point is I'm so in love
with him I can't stand it.
Except, I hate the way he eats.
- The way he eats?
- He slurps.
(both laughing)
At dinner, we had sesame noodles
and I thought I was
gonna have to kill him.
- He was slurping?
- A little.
But who cares?
I'm in love.
(upbeat music)
- Well I told Joan I'd
buy one of her paintings
on one condition.
Somewhere in it she
has to have Edith Piaf.
- Douglas adores Piaf.
- Edith Piaf?
- Douglas.
How's Morgan Guarantee treating ya?
- Fine, thank you.
- Hey, how's about if Michael and I
come visit your house out at the island?
- Season's over and the house is closed.
- Ah, shucks.
Hey, looking trim.
- So are you.
I'll have the last laugh.
I may have committed the gay cardinal sin
of being a bit overweight,
but it's this self-same
so-called unattractiveness
that has spared me from the plague.
- Exactly.
- Oh Douglas, you're not that overweight.
Now what about that painting over there?
That's nice even without Edith Piaf.
(Nick speaking in foreign language)
- Hmm?
- Still having wild times
up at the seminary?
- I left the seminary.
- No shit?
- Listen, I truly am very
sorry to hear that you're ill.
I'll pray for you.
- Thanks, I'll pray for you, too.
I told him if he wants to--
(cork pops)
He better get his shit together fast.
- You're Nick Spangler.
- No, actually I'm Tina Turner.
- Yeah, my kid brother's
got a couple of your albums.
- Yeah well, he's got 'em all.
- Your friend Michael kinda likes
to play hard to get, doesn't he?
- That's 'cause he's already got.
- He comes in the record
store I work all the time,
buys a lot of opera.
Can't figure out if
he's interested or what?
- Well he's a cautious guy.
- If he's worried about catching
you know what, it won't be from me.
- That's not what I meant.
(crowd chattering)
(train whistle blaring)
(can clatters)
(couple laughing)
- It starts out good.
It's petered out some, but it comes back.
Goes back and forth, peaks and valleys.
- Stop, I'll get seasick.
- You're with somebody six months,
it goes sour, so you dump
him, find someone new.
Repeat the whole thing.
But what you finally realize is
that if you waited a
bit with the first one,
it would've gotten good again,
almost like finding a new person.
- (laughing) Yeah?
So?
Are you telling this to me, or to you?
(whimsical percussion music)
- So how's he doing?
- He's pretty good.
- Nah, he's upset.
- Okay, he's mad.
- He's mad?
Good.
Hey you think I should go beat up Robert?
- Yeah.
- Yeah?
- Yeah, oh yeah.
- Oh yeah.
You don't believe me do you?
- I'm gonna call a guard and
I'm gonna book it right now.
- You better call an ambulance, too.
Nah, I ain't gonna beat him up.
He's all right.
I'm gonna beat you up instead.
Hey, I'm gonna go get a beer.
Don't tell Mike.
- Nah.
So, Klausala.
In all seriousness, what is
the secret of your success?
- Indifference combined
with perfect motivation.
Is it true that that
man over there is dying?
- Who wants to know?
- The pain is astonishes me.
It can give pain or pleasure.
It can give life, and
now it can give death.
- Pesky little devils, aren't they?
- He's pregnant with death.
And look at the others, waiting,
wondering if some innocent
moment of pleasure
long past has set them up to
wrestle with the ultimate.
(speaking in foreign language)
I'd like to stage a piece
in which all the performers
are people who are terminally ill.
Can you imagine the intensity,
the concentration of purpose?
- Excuse me.
- Oh, I hope I didn't say
anything to upset you.
I'd like to speak to you, if I may.
- Yeah?
About what?
(eerie music)
- Have you seen Sarah?
- Don't worry about it.
She's up with Robert having
one of their famous rehashes.
- Oh.
(tense music)
- I can't do it if
someone else is in here.
What's that?
- My number.
- I suppose you want mine?
- Joan gave it to me.
Hey, I'm sorry about earlier.
- Ah, forget it.
- Sorry.
- You okay?
(toilet flushing)
(woman giggling)
(couple moaning)
- I think there's someone in there.
- Is it my wife, by any chance?
- Hey there's Robert. I think
we're gonna cut the cake.
- I keep losing the guest of honor.
Coming?
- I'll be with you in a moment.
(speaking in foreign language)
Be forgot and never brought to mind
Should auld acquaintance be forgot
(ominous music)
- Get your hands off me.
(speaking in foreign language)
- Nazi fucker, you killed my grandmother.
- It's you Americans who are the Nazis.
Why don't you people pick
on someone of your own size?
- I could kill you in a split second.
What's to stop me?
(speaking in foreign language)
Let's hear.
- Okay.
Don't.
- Now that was quite a performance there.
You're amazing.
Now listen, I want you
to give old Joan a hand
and get her a nice gallery show, okay?
And then I'll do some singing
in your next art piece.
Be all gnarled and terminally ill.
How's about it?
- I'll see what I can do.
(speaking in foreign language)
- [Joan] Ta-da!
(group chattering)
- Where's Nick?
- I think he left.
(metallic clattering)
(Peter screeching)
- Jesus.
- Scare you?
- No.
- Did too.
- Yeah, I grew up in Brooklyn.
Nothing scares me.
- You wanna know why
I'm crazy about Michael?
- Oh, I'm like trembling with curiosity.
- Okay, first you gotta admit
that I'm eminently irresistible.
- Bullshit, you're a ditz ball twinkie.
- Who you calling a twinkie?
- You're beyond twinkie,
you're in the realm
of the super twinkies.
- Bet you were a twinkie once.
- Never.
- You were.
- All right, maybe I was a quasi-twinkie.
- I'm crazy about Michael
'cause he don't give a shit
about my irresistibility.
Everyone else is after me
all the time, but Michael,
he's like so cool, makes me crazy.
I like the chase.
I'm a wolf in twinkie clothing.
So I got a chance?
- Let me sit down.
When I first met Michael,
he was a freshman at NYU.
So I'm hanging out in the Village--
- I'm a Columbia freshman.
- Will you shut up a minute?
So I'm hanging out in the Village and I,
I'm a couple years older than Michael
and I see this Midwest nerdy type kid
walking down the street.
- Michael?
- Yeah.
So I chat him up a little bit.
He don't know anything.
I mean, the whole scene is
happening four blocks away
from where he's going to school,
and he don't even know it.
- No shit?
- So I show him around.
You know, we go bar hopping that night.
Terry had this place
over on Barrow Street,
so we go there, there's a party going on.
Michael went wild.
He almost flunked out his first year.
We tore this town apart, man.
That's what you need.
Find somebody your own age.
Get your hair messed up a little bit.
- Ah, sick of hearing
about the good old days.
- Listen, we had more fun in one weekend
than the entire state of New Jersey's had
since the signing of the
Declaration of Independence.
- That's not saying much.
I want a plain old, ordinary life.
A lover, a co-op in Central Park West.
BMW, house in Bucks County.
- Jesus, next thing you're gonna
tell me you're a fucking Republican.
- I got it all figured out.
See, I get an older boyfriend,
he supports me while
I'm in medical school.
Then I'll make it out of
school, I can support him.
- Oh forget it.
Michael never has a penny.
- I'm just kidding.
Anyway, I'm crazy about the guy.
- Your parents know you're gay?
- Sure.
Told 'em when I was 16.
- 16?
- Yep, I had a boyfriend in high school.
They freaked.
You know, the usual bullshit.
How could you choose this
kind of lifestyle, Peter?
I said hey guys, it chose me.
I mean, your dick knows what it likes.
You reach puberty, you
don't fucking decide
which sex you like, you ask your dick.
You say, hey dick, what do you like?
Okay?
All right, then you go for it.
- You said that to your parents?
- In so many words.
You got a lover?
- Nope.
- Ever had one?
- Yep.
- Who?
- None of your business.
- Love America.
- You're a trip and a half, you know that?
- I love it.
It's fucking blinding.
We're the goddamn Roman Empire.
Don't you fucking love it?
- [Nick] God, now I
know you're Republican.
- I love Manhattan, I love the Yankees,
I love chem lab and bio lab.
I even love "Honeymooners" reruns.
I bet you saw them when
they were originally on.
- Bang, zoom.
- I love Michael.
What do you love?
- A lot of stuff, I just
don't yammer on about it.
- Teach me some guitar moves.
- [Nick] You got 'em down.
- Take me out, show me the Village.
- Listen, put your little ass in a cab
and go home, you're drunk.
- Hey, I got my own money.
What do you wish?
- What do I wish, what?
- What do you wish more than anything?
- Wishing's for whining,
self-pitying assholes.
- I wish I could live forever.
- Yeah, well that's the
only thing you can't do.
- I could fucking try.
- What a little nimrod.
(group giggling)
- What time is it?
- It's time to go dancing.
- No, no, no.
- [Terry] Yes, yes, yes,
I made reservations.
- Oh, I have to go to sleep.
(group laughing)
Listen Joan, I'm not
much of a letter writer.
- A postcard will do.
- Goodnight!
- Goodnight.
- Thanks.
- I'll talk to you later.
- Say goodbye to Sam!
(eerie music)
- I'd like you to paint a picture
of me, looking like this.
Tell me why
Tell me why
(upbeat music)
Contempt in your eyes
When I turn to kiss his lips
Broken I lie all my feelings denied
Blood on your fist
Can you tell me why
Can you tell me why
Can you tell me why
Can you tell me why
Whoo, hoo, hoo
Can you tell me why
Can you tell me why
Can you tell me why
Can you tell me why
Can you tell me why
Can you tell me why
Tell me why
(phone ringing)
- Hello.
- Nick?
It's Robert.
- Who?
- Robert, Robert, Robert, Robert.
- Oh, well, where are you, Africa?
- What?
- I can hear drums.
- I'm sorry I didn't
get a chance to see you,
to say goodbye.
- That's cool.
- Listen, I can't hear you.
It's too much noise.
Take care of yourself, Nick, okay?
I'll send you a letter.
- No, send me a giraffe, all right?
I could use a giraffe around here.
Hello?
Nick to Robert, over.
(ominous music)
(dramatic opera music)
- [Ominous Voice] Prepare.
Prepare.
- No.
(metallic clacking)
(ominous music)
- Cigarette?
- Greg Wildmire?
What are you doing here?
- Heaven's real boring.
Hang on as long as you can.
- Okay.
Why are we whispering?
- It's spookier that way.
So Michael's turning
you into an opera queen.
Just keep to baseball,
Nick, it's a lot cheaper.
- Will do.
- I'm frying in this thing.
Think I overdid the smoke a little.
Oh, your mom says hi,
and if you go on a trip,
make sure to take.
- What?
Take what?
Hey come back here.
Jesus, what a foofy outfit.
(ominous music)
(bright orchestral music)
- See that guy Douglas
dragged off at the party?
You disappeared on me during
the party. You always do that.
- Come on, we're gonna be late.
- Very nice, running off,
leaving me on our last night.
- Hey, you sound like a wife.
Let's go.
- Let's jog.
(birds chirping)
(adventurous classical music)
Come on, lazybones, it feels great.
- You're trying to make me miss my plane?
- What gives you that idea?
- [Robert] Michael!
(intense classical music)
(intense soft rock music)
- You told Sarah people
should stick with it,
you fucking hypocrite.
- What?
- You told Sarah, I heard you.
- I explained why I'm leaving, goddamn it!
I told you I'll be back.
- You're leaving because
you don't wanna be around
when Nick dies.
You don't wanna deal with
me going through that.
You'll come wafting
back when it's all over.
- You're wrong.
- You better stay away, man,
or you're gonna come
back to a fucking maniac.
You think I can be mean now?
I'm gonna go after every politician,
idiot doctor, and smug born again asshole
I can get my hands on.
- Nick knew what was going around.
But he went right on trashing it up.
It's his own goddamn fault.
- Don't you dare say that!
- I'm a lot stronger than you.
Michael, I love you.
I wouldn't be surprised
if we're still together
50 years from now, but I just
gotta get out for a while.
And you need to spend more time with Nick.
I've just been getting in the way.
(change clattering)
(sirens blaring)
(bells ringing)
- Go, you cannot be late, go.
(dramatic music)
- What are you doing up here?
I've been searching for you high and low.
- What are you doing here?
You come to see me off?
- Hardly, I'm going with you.
Well, at least as far as Rome.
Then it's off to Sri
Lanka and points east.
- Sri Lanka?
- Yeah, six month field trip.
I've been planning it for months.
- Why didn't you tell me about it?
- What, and risk tipping off Betty?
(laughing) She only found
out about it this morning.
- This morning?
- Yes, rather naughty of me, what?
Actually the news didn't seem
to phase her, particularly.
- Cecil.
(train clacking)
(eerie music)
(upbeat music)
- Marty, Marty, M-m-Marty, Marty,
do you think you could
talk a little bit louder
so I can achieve my life-long ambition
of going totally deaf?
Notice how quietly I'm speaking?
Rocking the show
- I don't like to shout!
When you guys run around
with your assholes
clamped tighter than Chinese handcuffs
totally geared towards mindless fucking.
Well, I'm not in the mood
to get fucked, all right?
So lie back for a change and take this in.
I could go on the tour,
I could go on the tour.
I'm not gonna drop dead
in the middle of the tour.
(tapping)
Hello?
What's that tapping?
(tapping)
Hello?
Hung up on me.
So how you doing?
- Fine.
- This trick's trying to
fuck with my contract.
- Better get your lawyer on it.
- That was my lawyer.
Robert get off okay?
- Yep.
- He called me last night.
- When?
- I don't know.
I think maybe I dreamt it.
You know the difference between
straight guys and gay guys?
- No, I forget.
- There isn't any.
There's a scary and
seldom understood fact.
Straight guys are jerks,
gay guys are jerks.
I'm calling this jerk back.
- Wait 'til after lunch.
Go and put your soap opera on.
- Not watching that shit either.
Do you ever wonder how straights
can be so narcissistic that 99%
of everything you see is about them?
- Yes, go and watch TV anyway.
I gotta try and cook in here.
- Straight guys are
jerks, gay men are jerks,
straight women are jerks.
That leaves lesbians and they're off
in their ivory tower somewhere laughing
their heads off at the rest of us.
Should've been a dyke.
God, I don't know if you exist
but if you do, you've got me pissed!
- What did you have for breakfast?
- I didn't have breakfast.
I don't like breakfast!
- Nicky, dear, do you
think you could be quiet
for a little while?
To him
At the marble bar
- Sure.
Got the abstract
(record scratching)
- Oh, no, not that.
No, no, no, I like this stupid thing.
Here.
(dishes smashing)
(joyful orchestral music)
- How's that?
- Heavens, what have we done?
- Go for it.
(dish smashing)
Hey you can have my TVs, all right?
- Stop.
Watch a video?
- It's my will.
- Put it away.
- Just showing you where it is.
- What bullshit.
You know France is working--
- On this new drug that we
should get by the year 2000.
Maybe we should go to France.
- Okay.
- We should've split when we first met.
Gone to Kentucky or something.
- Wisconsin.
- Yeah, Wisconsin, Colorado,
Virginia, you know.
Some place in the Midwest,
settle down on a farm.
- You'd last about 10 seconds on a farm.
- You know, Robert's got
the right idea leaving.
You should get out too.
- Robert's an asshole for leaving
and I'm not going anywhere.
- Good, 'cause if you ever left
I'd go clean out of my fucking mind.
You're it for me, you jerkface.
- I know.
- Not fair, you've been in love a bunch.
- Just once, really.
- Yeah, and now he's gone, right?
- He's right here.
(somber orchestral music)
(dish shards clattering)
(singing in foreign language)
- Want to have lunch?
- What are you gonna cook?
- I can't cook, but my mommy can.
- She know you're up here?
- No.
- You miss your daddy, don't you?
(speaking foreign language)
Right, my sentiments exactly.
How about if you guys come
over for lunch tomorrow?
- Make chili dogs, okay?
- Chili dogs?
Yuck.
(door clicking)
(Michael sighing)
(dramatic music)
Shit.
(bright, fast-tempo piano music)
(keys clacking)
(phone ringing)
Robert?
- Michael, I caught you in.
- Oh hi.
- Listen, dear heart, you left
your umbrella here last night.
- Oh, sorry.
I'll stop by and pick it up next time
I'm in the neighborhood.
- I don't suppose you know
about silly Cecil running off.
- God, that's awful.
Listen, you can cry on
my shoulder any time.
- Heavens! (laughing)
I was thinking more in terms of going out
and having a good time.
Have you heard of this club called Area?
- Can you hold on a sec?
I have another call.
Hello?
- Did I beep in?
I'm sorry.
Look, I, I just called to
tell you I'm on the island.
Out by Douglas's.
(ominous music)
I can't take it anymore, Mike.
This is it.
Bye.
(ominous music)
- Nick?
- Hello?
Hello!
(dramatic music)
(pages shuffling)
(metallic clacking)
- I can be there in 20 minutes,
what about getting back?
Two people going back, how much is it?
How much?
Ah!
What the fuck are you doing here?
- Hey, I thought you'd be glad to see me.
- [Michael] Did you miss your plane?
- No, it missed me.
- [Michael] Well, I gotta
get on a plane right now.
How much money you got on you?
- [Robert] What?
- I'll be right there.
- What the hell are you doing?
- Nick's out on the island.
He called, sounded incredibly weird.
- [Robert] He always sounds weird.
- Well, I think he's gonna kill himself.
- Jesus.
You want me to come--
- Where's your luggage?
- On the way to Africa.
- So your flight got canceled?
When do you leave?
- I'm not leaving.
- What do you mean?
- Just that, I'm not leaving.
- Okay, hold that thought.
I'll be back whenever.
We'll pick it up right from there.
Welcome back.
- Bye.
(dramatic music)
(melancholy music)
(tense music)
(waves crashing)
(birds chirping)
- Are you okay?
- Yeah, I'm fine.
- Oh, that's good.
- [Nick] Notice how the land ends here
and the water starts right there?
- [Michael] Amazing how it does that.
- Which way is Europe?
- [Michael] What?
- Europe, is it that way?
- [Michael] It's that way.
- What, are you crazy?
It's that way.
- That's south.
It's that way.
- Where's Africa?
Where's South America?
I still think Europe is that way.
- It's not!
Europe, Africa, South America.
- Let's take a trip.
- [Michael] You're proposing we swim?
- [Nick] I got money.
We'll just go for a couple of weeks.
Well, come here!
- I haven't slept in 24 hours.
I'm zonked, let's go!
- Will you get over here?
Hold up your arm and point.
Point.
Close your eyes.
- What are you gonna do?
- Spin you around.
- If I end up pointing that way,
we'll have to go to Alaska, you know.
- So we'll go to Alaska.
- And that way's Newfoundland.
- Yeah, that's okay too.
- I'd rather go someplace warm.
- Will you shut up and spin?
(fast-paced orchestral music)
Eh, Europe's too foofy.
How about we visit Robert in Africa?
(bright, fast-paced classical music)
(upbeat music)
You and me together
Fighting for our love
You and me together
Fighting for our love
You and me together
Fighting for our love
You and me together
Fighting for our love
You and me together
Fighting for our love
You and me together
Fighting for our love
You and me together
Fighting for our love
You and me together
Fighting for our love
(singer vocalizing)
Contempt in your eyes
When I turn to kiss his lips
Broken I lie
All my feelings denied
Blood on your fist
Can you tell me why
Can you tell me why
Can you tell me why
Can you tell me why
Can you tell me why
Can you tell me why
Can you tell me why
Can you tell me why
Can you tell me why
(bright adventure music)
(door banging)
(tense orchestral music)
(sneakers squeaking)
(romantic orchestral music)
(sneakers squeaking)
(men laughing)
(door banging)
(men sighing softly)
(men moaning)
(clothing thumping)
(water trickling)
- Where are you going?
- I'm thirsty.
(man singing in foreign language)
(container banging)
(bottle banging)
(containers banging)
- What are you doing?
- I told you you'd never eat these.
- Hey, some of these are returnable.
- Robert.
- Michael.
- This long black line
here is the Equator.
- Very good.
- Why are you taking all those sweaters?
- The rainy season, it's
supposed to get chilly.
Want me to leave you one?
- No, no, you better a mackinaw
and some antifreeze, though.
I'll call my dad in Wisconsin
and have him send you
a snow blower.
(sweater smacking)
- The office is only paying for 100 kilos.
So when the shipper comes to pick this up,
you may have to pay extra.
I'll leave you the money.
- Don't worry about it.
- When I get 20 he owes you.
These are all mine?
What about this one?
Christmas three years ago?
- To me or from me?
- How soon they forget.
- My deadline looms, wish me luck.
- Break a pencil.
(introspective classical music)
Mine or yours?
- Who knows?
Take it.
It's not gonna get that cold, Lana.
(sweater thumping)
(introspective classical music)
(Michael yelling)
- What's the matter?
- Douglas's stupid "Lost in
Space" thing, what do you think?
He warned me it was S&M sci-fi porno,
but this is ridiculous.
- You're charging him
double though, right?
- It's not worth it.
Now he's got Stud Starfighter or whoever
submerged in liquid
helium or some bullshit.
Doing things with Freon Ben Wa balls
and like radioactive
dildos and, cover it up.
- Hm?
- Cover it up.
No way, I can't edit that shit.
Weight it down.
It might come to life and
attack us in our sleep.
(gentle classical music)
(mints clacking)
(speaking in foreign language)
- Hi.
- Hello.
- Hi, Daddy.
- I wish you'd stop that, Chris.
- Why?
- [Michael] 'Cause I'm not your daddy.
- That's okay.
- When is Robert leaving?
- Tomorrow.
- Oh.
(upbeat music)
("Love and Money" by Bronksi Beat)
Work for money
Spend money
Spend for love
Love for money
Pain and love
Love and pain
Pain and lust
- Honey, put that back.
Lust for money
- There you go.
- Thank you very much.
- Thank you.
Love and money
- Bye-bye.
You can't take it.
- No, he can have it.
- Oh he can?
Thank you very much.
Exploit for money
Kill for love
Love for money
- Haven't seen you for a while.
- I was just in here a couple days ago.
- I know, you bought "Magic
Flute," Lear/Wunderlich?
- Good memory.
Love and money
Love and money
- So what are you up to tonight?
- Sorry?
- You heard me.
- Tonight?
Tonight I'm going to a dinner party,
then to a party party.
- Sounds fun.
- It's a going away
party, mostly old friends.
It's burning me up
- I understand.
It's burning me up
Ooh, it's burning me up
- Your name's Joan?
- No.
That's who's giving the party.
I'm Michael.
- I'm Peter.
(machine whirring)
At long last, we meet.
How old are you?
- 45.
- I thought you were about 24. (laughs)
- 28.
- You don't look it. (laughs)
- Thanks.
I'll see you later.
- Michael, don't forget this.
- Oh, sorry, thanks.
Bye.
Money
Money is the root of all evil
(bottle spraying)
- [Michael] Giddy up, 'cause
I wanna feed Nick by seven.
- [Robert] You go ahead,
I gotta finish packing.
- [Michael] Your packing's finished!
You're not gonna see Nick before you go?
- [Robert] That's right.
- Do I look too foofy?
- You look cute.
- They got a lot of nerve dragging us
over for dinner on your last night.
- Now, now.
- You see 'em at work every day.
- Here are the watering instructions.
- When are you gonna call me?
- When I get there.
- Like what time, so I'll
know when to be home.
- You're always home.
What, you have a bunch of
dates lined up already?
- Would you be upset
if I just donated those
to the Brooklyn Botanical Garden?
- You'll hear from me as
soon as I can get through.
Phones over there probably
don't work so well.
- What are you doing?
It's not gonna rain.
Forget it, Bobby.
I'll be the one who gets stuck
lugging it around all night.
(whimsical classical music)
(umbrellas clanging)
(both laughing)
- [Robert] Watch the suit!
(bright orchestral music)
(dramatic orchestral music)
- Ooh, you look so foofy.
- [Michael] I knew you'd say that.
- So where's Bob the bore?
- Still packing.
- Mm-hmm.
- So what you doing?
- MTV with Mozart.
- [Michael] Yipe, why the headphones?
- Stupid ass neighbors.
You should hear their racket.
- Still out there?
- Like animal noises,
prehistoric, the kind they
don't even make anymore.
Is this a good one?
- It's fabulous.
- It's fabulous?
- Mm-hmm.
- How much do I owe you?
- Nothing.
- You're a fucking saint.
- Fuck you.
- Come on, already.
I've been glued for five hours
and I still haven't seen my video.
- Call 'em up, find out
what time it's gonna be on.
- [Nick] That's no fun.
What do I get tonight?
- Boiled nettles, hogweed,
assorted thistles.
- Great, how about a nice, thick steak
and some greasy fries?
- This is new.
What is it?
- Scares the roaches away.
It's ultra high frequencies,
it drives them insane.
- Does it work?
- Yeah it works.
- Wanna come over to Joan's tonight?
- Well I'm sure Robert
will be simply crushed
if I didn't show up.
- Should get out, get some exercise.
- I exercised.
- You did?
- Yeah, three times.
Don't worry about it,
there's an eyeball virus I could catch.
Knocks out your peripheral vision.
(water splashing)
(eerie music)
(upbeat music)
What are you doing?
- Have you used that knife lately?
- What?
- Never mind.
- Hey I want you to have my sunglasses.
- Stop it.
- Look, you got everything here.
Brit rock.
New York rock.
LA rock.
- You finish your song?
- Yeah.
Would you like to hear it?
- Oh please.
(Nick clears throat)
- Fox fuck piss kiss room shroom,
scream cream I'm gonna carry on.
- Love it.
- Yeah?
I think the lyrics
could use a little work.
- A little.
(blender whirring)
- Ooh.
You know this macro-psychotic
diet is bullshit
and you know it and I know it.
- Humor me.
- Yeah, straight from the cat.
I mean, look at Greg Wildmine,
he only lasted six months.
- That's 'cause he
didn't take proper care.
- Tell me something.
- Anything.
- Would you stop being so sincere?
You drive me nuts with this shit.
- What do you wanna know?
- Robert hasn't come by to
visit me, including tonight,
'cause he's afraid he
might catch it, right?
- No, it's just he can't deal
with illness, you know that.
It upsets him.
- How could he work
for this international health organization
if he's scared to be around sick people?
- [Michael] He sits behind a desk.
The sick people are on computer printouts.
- Bullshit job, anyway.
I mean those donated medical
supplies arrive over there,
they get ripped off before
they ever reach customs,
get fenced and the next day,
they're on the black
market, it's bullshit.
- [Michael] Where you getting all this?
- "Village Voice."
See, AIDS is Africa's
last laugh on us, right?
Puts us back in the
14th Century with them.
- This part I've heard before.
- I mean, somebody's gonna drop
the fucking bomb anyway, right?
So who gives a shit, really?
Glad I won't be around for that.
- [Michael] Don't be so sure.
- You're really pissed
he's leaving, ain't you?
- [Michael] Yeah, and I
don't want to talk about it.
- Thank God.
You know, someone should
post up signs around New York
that say know thyself, but
please don't talk about it.
See guys like you from Kentucky,
you don't go in for this
therapeutical yabber jabber.
- Jesus, I've known you how long?
Where am I from?
- You're from Kentucky.
- Wisconsin.
- Wisconsin?
That's close enough.
- Remind me to get more brown rice.
- You've gotta be kidding me.
Hey I'm feeling fit, try me.
- [Michael] I've gotta
put the kettle to boil.
- Stop flapping around like a fucking
Florence Nightingale and get over here.
Ooh.
Come on, Mike, you let me win.
- You won, fair and square.
- Horse shit, let's go again.
- All right.
Faggot.
(fists banging)
- Ooh, you brute.
- What?
- What, I didn't say nothing.
- What did you say?
- I didn't say anything.
- Yes you did.
- Let's play cards.
- (sighing) I gotta go have dinner
with Robert's asshole boss.
- Just one hand.
- One, then two, and
I'll be here three hours
and Robert'll be pissed.
- I'll get the deck.
- Your veggies will be
done in five minutes.
- [Nick] Yo, Mike!
(cards flapping)
(horns honking)
(somber classical music)
(whimsical classical music)
- I've decided to move to Korea
and open a vegetable store.
- Oh?
- Yes, when things have
crumbled sufficiently here,
we'll all be fleeing to Asia.
To sweep the streets and tend
to back East kiosks and so forth.
- I plan on staying put.
- Amidst the ruins?
Tending sheep in Central
Park and subsisting
on a yearly stipend of 15 peppercorns.
- But I adore sheep!
- My vegetable shop will
be a very neat little store
with rows and rows of lovely
hydroponic sprouts and cress.
I'll give you special discounts.
- Oh no.
Michael's remaining here with me.
- Nonsense!
I wouldn't hear of it.
Besides, you can always
find work in Tokyo,
translating into Japanese
the great classics
of American literature.
There must be two or
three worth preserving.
What would you choose?
- Surely you're not going to
let him get away with that?
- No comment.
- I choose "Moby Dick"
and "Huckleberry Finn."
- Quite.
How goes the proofreading?
- Editing, it goes all right.
- I didn't think there was
anything left to edit any longer.
Thought it was all done with microchips
or it was all on television.
- Not yet.
- Hm, have you been writing?
- [Michael] Um, not too much.
- [Cecil] Well, you must
get something on paper
before we emigrate to the Orient.
- [Michael] I'm trying.
- You're being a very good
doobie tonight, I must say.
- Thank you, Cecil.
So are you.
- The reason you're being so good
is that it's Robert's farewell dinner.
When he's gone, you must come over
for an entire evening
of good, stiff sparring.
- Oh boy.
- He really is being horribly terse.
- You'll still visit us even
with Robert gone, won't you?
- Heavens, they're not a couple divorcing.
Robert was good enough to introduce us
to his flatmate back when,
and we now know Michael
quite independently.
You'll need to find a new share.
Shall I put up a notice at the office?
- Uh no, thanks.
I'm going to go it alone for a while.
- Yes, well now let's see if we can rouse
some spark of life in Robert.
- Don't pick on Robert.
Look at him, so adorable.
You've been together what, five years?
- More like six.
Met right after I got out of school.
- You're going to be lonely.
- Believe it or not, I've
got worse things on my mind
than Robert leaving.
- Do tell.
- Just other things.
- You know it's shocking,
but Cecil's never even hinted
to me that he knew what
was going on with you two.
And of course I always played naive
because I didn't want to jeopardize
Robert's position at work.
- Seems impossible he
wouldn't have figured it out.
- Darling, you'd be amazed at what
people can blind themselves to.
- That still doesn't answer my question.
What happens if the political
situation deteriorates?
- We're an apolitical organization.
You're immune.
If, however, of course,
the situation does get a little bit dicey,
which I don't think it will,
the airport is only 10 minutes away.
You could even walk it in a pinch.
The trick is, to get out
before the roadblocks go up
and they close the airstrip.
It's part of the fun.
- Michael's supposed to visit
me for a month in the spring.
- I advise discretion, strongly.
It's not North Africa where
you might get away with that.
- Yeah I know.
- You won't find much local diversion.
If, however, you should happen
to make it into Nairobi, yeah?
Which I feel quite sure you will,
rumor has it that this watering
hole can be interesting.
- You know what Proust said?
- Rich folks have more fun?
- He said in a relationship--
- Proust didn't ever say relationship.
- I'm translating.
In a relationship, there's always one
who kisses and one who is kissed.
- Yeah, I thought it
switched back and forth.
- No, it's always one way or the other.
You see, I kiss Cecil and he is kissed,
which means I should be
unhappy because the kissee
always enjoys more
control than the kisser.
But I like it.
I only kiss on occasion when
it suits him, which is rarely.
(Michael laughing)
And that suits me.
- Is this one of the tails
from "The Arabian Nights?"
- Oh Robert, you know I can't stand puns.
- He's cute.
- Mm.
Couldn't be more than 20.
Can't imagine what he saw in me.
Picked me up outside the
restaurant in his very own Bentley.
- A rich one?
- Mm.
Drove out into the middle
of the desert late at night.
The moon was shimmering off the sand.
It was like being out at sea.
We did it right there in
the back of the Bentley.
Wild dogs yapping and snarling all around.
It was wonderful.
- I thought you advised discretion?
- Oh, we were immaculately discreet.
Did I ever tell you about Beirut?
Sneaking past the checkpoint after curfew
to meet this fellow on the beach?
- [Robert] You've told me that one.
- Tracer shells firing overhead.
It was almost as dangerous
as that park in Manila.
- Cecil, one of these days,
you're gonna get in big trouble.
- You ever had an affair?
- Michael!
Have you?
- Not yet.
- Gay men in this town
have become very proper.
- Yes, terribly Victorian.
- At university, before I'd met Cecil,
I knew two very handsome gentlemen
who shared rooms at Merton College.
They were, you know.
Well, they'd invite me over to drinks
and we'd discuss Dryden or whatever
and one night we got very drunk.
I'm not going to tell
you, but you can guess.
- Oh.
- Oh, I'll tell you anyway.
(Michael laughing)
It wasn't like they took
turns, it was all at once.
Every which way.
Rather like a marvelous pretzel.
- Ooh, pretzelingus.
(both laughing)
- I thought at the time
that it was a scientifically
isolated incident,
but years later when we lived in Trinidad,
I met two young fellows who
ran the school for the deaf.
- I appreciate you trying
to stop the transfer,
but I realized after a while
it was probably for the best.
- Yeah, I'd go with you in a second.
Europe and America are such bores.
- Cecil, I'm gonna miss you.
- What shall I do without you?
Now I'll have no one to
talk to at the office.
(ominous music)
I'll be seeing you soon.
- Not for a while, I'm afraid.
- Big kiss!
- And a hug, thanks,
you've been wonderful.
- [Betty] You, I'm having
over for dinner next week.
- Yes, of course.
Thanks for dinner, it was great.
- Michael, you know I can't stand it
when you're polite.
(Michael laughing)
Off you.
Back at the writing.
- Goodbye, Robert.
- Have a good trip.
- I will, bye-bye.
- [Cecil] Oh.
- I just had a dreadful realization.
- Huh?
- All this time they've thought
of us as surrogate parents.
- Oh, I doubt it.
One set's more than
enough for most people.
- And all these years I've entertained
the illusion that we
were all the same age.
- Well, maybe in some ways we are.
- [Michael] Why does she put up with it?
She's the one with the money, not him.
She should just toss the turd out.
- [Robert] You've got a
very distorted impression.
He acts worse when you're around.
- Come on.
- He does.
You make him nervous 'cause
he's got the hots for you.
Why do you think he's
always badgering you?
Trying to make you mad?
He's flirting up a storm.
And the more riled you
get, the more he loves it.
Betty thinks you're pretty cute, too.
- How can she not know about him?
She knows about us, but
she doesn't want him
to know she knows because she thinks
he doesn't know, but he
does, and he pretends
he doesn't know so she
won't suspect he is.
- He likes Betty.
He likes boys, what's wrong with that?
You're too critical.
- Listen to this, defending him.
I swear, all men are the
same, they really are.
- Hey, what can I say?
Everybody can't be as politically
correct as you and Nick.
(radio beeping)
Cecil apologized tonight.
He tried to work it out
so I wouldn't have to go.
- What are you talking about?
He engineered it.
He wants to break us up.
He's pissed 'cause we've
gotten beyond ridiculous
'50s cover marriages and
diddling hustlers in Thailand
or wherever he goes to get it.
- Cecil didn't engineer my transfer.
I did.
- Oh.
Well, thanks for pointing
that up so clearly.
Shall I murder you now or later?
- Listen a minute.
- Do you know how dreary
it's gonna be over there?
The bullshit that goes on?
Donated medical supplies arrive,
they're ripped off before
they ever reach customs--
- Can I say something, please?
- What are you talking
about, you engineered it?
I thought they told you you had to go.
- They did, but ultimately,
it was my decision.
- Well, why are you telling
me now, at the 11th hour?
It's like instead of being hurt by this,
you've been coolly
planning the whole thing.
- Haven't I seemed hurt by this?
- Sometimes you really are
the ultimate blank wall.
I used to think that meant
inscrutably profound things
were going on inside, but
lately I've started to wonder
if you're just plain stupid.
- Must be I'm stupid.
- I mean you had a little
charm around the edges
to help things along.
- You know, every time
you go over to visit Nick,
you come back mean as shit.
I wanna leave because
it's gotten too settled.
Predictable.
- Stop this cab, I don't have
to listen to this, I'll walk.
- Faggots.
- [Michael] Just drive and mind
your own business, asshole.
- You're so rude.
- Me?
The jerk just called us faggots.
- You get all this rude stuff from Nick.
- Would you stop bringing up Nick?
He's got nothing to do with any of this.
- [Robert] He's always in there somewhere.
- [Radio Operator] 11-5-249-5-249.
(phone beeping)
(man singing in foreign language)
(woman moaning operatically)
(couple moaning)
(glass banging)
(upbeat rock music)
(phone ringing)
- Come on, come on.
(phone ringing)
- Hello?
- Ah, Mikey, you're missing it.
(neighbor pounding on wall)
- Turn it down!
(upbeat rock music)
We're only living for the drugs
We're only living for the drugs
(rotary clicking)
- Joan, did you just call?
- Where are you guys?
- Well, we're running a little late.
- So what else is new?
- Look, I don't know if
we're gonna to make it.
- Hey, none of that.
Get your butts over here pronto.
(light upbeat music)
(woman vocalizing)
(Michael laughing)
- Sorry I didn't tell you
about this beforehand, Dad,
but you would've freaked.
When this shit started going around,
I stopped cold, but just my luck,
it's got the longest
fucking gestation period
you ever heard of.
But even before, I wasn't some
kind of Gonzo kamikaze dick,
so don't go saying it was
my own fault, all right?
'Cause it wasn't, and if you do,
I'm gonna come back and
haunt ya, all right?
All right, now, for this money thing.
Okay, um, Dad you get 10,000 okay?
That oughta to buy you a nice
weekend in Atlantic City.
Michael gets 50 and Joan
and Terry get 20 each
and the rest goes to GMHC for care
for poor people with AIDS,
and not to medical research
because if the feds can spend
a trillion bucks on bombs,
then they could spend a
little on research, right?
Right. (blowing raspberry)
Bet you didn't think
this kid from Bensonhurst
had so much stashed away, did ya?
Ha ha ha.
Hmm?
Oh, Robert.
This is for you.
Hope you like it.
Michael, I'll never understand
how you fell for that geek.
I mean, the guy looks
like a fucking Ken doll.
I shouldn't say that.
I'm sorry.
Ah, shit.
This thing ain't even on.
Run away, turn away
Run away
- If it's getting predictable,
why didn't you say so?
- I've been trying for months.
- Yeah?
Turn away, run away
- You keep dodging it.
Every time you see trouble coming,
you start running your mouth.
- I know, I know.
- I didn't plan this.
Turn away
- I let them plan it, and
I stood by and watched.
Like you witnessed the
scene of an accident,
sort of detached.
I just realized recently
that I let them do it.
I wanna leave.
Look, I'm not gonna last
two years over there.
I'll probably be back in six months.
I just need a break, you know?
- Robert.
- Yeah?
- You can't go to sleep.
- Sure I can, just watch.
- We have to go over to Joan's.
- No way.
- She wants to see you before you leave.
She'll be real upset.
- Michael.
- [Michael] How come it's bigger at home?
You pissed all over the
place, all over Manhattan.
You pissed all over Europe.
You pissed all over Italy.
- Where was that?
- [Michael] Rome, right in
the goddamn Trevi Fountain.
- I did not.
- I stood right there
and watched you.
- Well, how'd it go?
(sirens blaring)
- Ooh, garbage!
- [Robert] Watch out for the rats.
- We've got ourselves a
veritable antique here.
- How about this?
- You are a discredit to the homo race.
- Hey I like it.
- Cut me a break.
- You like me?
- Do I like you?
Hm, I love you.
- I love you.
Only 10 minutes, okay?
- Yep.
- When I give you the
signal it's time to go?
- She's gonna think you want cocaine.
- [Robert] Thank you.
(door buzzing)
- Hi.
Gifts for me?
How lovely.
I have enough chairs, thanks.
- No, no, this is mine.
I'm gonna leave it here
and pick it up later.
- Fine.
- Did we wake you?
- Oh no, no, come on in.
Let me just put on a light.
(light switch clicking)
- Surprise!
(group laughing)
(upbeat music)
- You guys, this is great.
- It's got an automatic tracking device.
If you're not home after two years,
it'll automatically explode.
- Hey how you doing?
- Hi Terry.
- How did you know?
- Your hands are always so warm.
- Mm.
I've been looking around for Nick.
- He's not coming.
- How's he doing?
- He's all right. You
should give him a call.
- Well, I've been buried in my law books.
Isn't this supposed to be just family?
I don't recognize half these people here.
- [Michael] Recent finds
from her archeological digs in Tribeca.
- [Terry] Who's the blonde?
- [Michael] I think he's a terminologist,
lots of UN buddies.
There's Sammy looking for a wife.
- Curse of the mummy.
- He's real downtown.
- He's pretty well preserved.
All these young guys look so perfect.
I can't stand it.
Remember how ugly everyone
used to look in New York?
- It's the post Kennedy
assassination generation.
- Back in the '60s,
their mothers must have
been taking some kind of wonder drug.
Such attitude, though.
You can never actually meet one.
- [Michael] Sure you can.
- I can't be bothered.
I just watch from afar
like tigers in the zoo.
- Come on.
- Fancy seeing you here.
- Hey Peter, I'd like you
to meet my friend, Terry.
- Hello.
- How are you doing?
(Michael growls)
Get back here.
- So how do you know Michael?
- Honey, I was just gonna
to ask you the same thing.
- Yum, Bobby, how are you gonna
live without Zabar's, huh?
- Michael's gonna have
to send me care packages.
- Good old Mikey.
- Mm, mm, mm.
- Just one, honey.
- Are there any available
women at this party?
- It's picture time!
- Oh boy.
- Always a willing subject.
- Not me.
How are you this evening?
- Sorry, she doesn't understand English.
She says you look like John the Baptist.
- You're the translator, right?
- Yes, as well as the husband.
- Oh.
- [Joan] Smile.
(camera flashing)
Michael.
- Oh, just a picture.
- Get back there.
- [Robert] No, come on,
I wanna take it with me.
(camera flashing)
(jaunty piano music)
- What I think'll really help
is if I get a word processor.
- Ah, yes, a venerable instrument.
- Kind of speed up the old writing.
What do you recommend?
- Well I know a dealer out in Queens.
IBM, with everything,
4,000, includes a printer.
- No, less, less, mucho less.
- Wait a few years till
the prices come down.
- I don't wanna wait.
- You know what I suggest?
- Yeah?
- Just write.
- Hmm?
- You know, you get a pen, some paper,
put a few marks on it.
Works real well.
- Thanks, Dave.
(gentle piano music)
- My pants don't hang down in the back.
- Straight guys' pants
always hang down in the back.
- Michael, do my pants
hang down in the back?
- Yep.
- Fine.
- Michael, have you
finished editing my book?
- Almost.
- Isn't it fun?
Have you come to the
part where the androids
have an orgy and wind
up devouring each other?
- Oh, I love that part.
- Not yet, but I'm looking forward to it.
- What do you hear from Nick?
- He's all right.
Douglas, you're not still pissed at him
over our little prank
on Fire Island, are you?
- You are forgiven.
Nick, I'm not so sure.
- Give him a call.
He'll appreciate it.
- Would you get me another drink?
- Certainly.
- Excuse me.
- Two by two, it's like
Noah's Ark in here.
- Oh yeah?
I hadn't noticed.
- Some guy that's leaving,
that's your lover?
- Mm-hmm.
- What are you doing tomorrow night?
- I haven't thought that far.
- Why don't you pack a little bag
and fly to Paris for the weekend with me?
I have a standing
reservation on the Concord.
A suite in the Huitieme,
and a box at the opera
and never dine at a restaurant
with less than two stars.
What do you say?
- Chem lab, Saturday morning.
- What are you doing?
- Take the N-E-Y out of New
York and what does it spell?
- Work.
- Rent's going up again.
- Yipe.
Who's the piano duo?
- Oh, Klaus and Liselotte.
I met them at a gallery opening.
Turns out, it was their show.
- They're painters?
- (chuckling) They're
mixed media performance
neo-expressionist postmodern
something or others.
I can't keep track.
Christ, I mean they've
been here four months.
You know how long I've
been trying to get a show?
- Too long.
- I invited them over,
I invited them over.
They're here now.
Jesus, to learn the
secret of their success.
Klaus says he's here for das anarchy.
Personally, I could do
with a little order.
I'm not cut out for
modernism, post or otherwise.
- Yeah, you can do
anything you want nowadays
but sometimes I have this feeling
there's nothing left to do.
- Really?
How come they get to
paint stuff like this?
- [Michael] What do you think's going on?
- [Joan] There's more
painting going on in this part
right here than all the
stuff in SoHo combined.
- No, I mean you think she's just finished
writing some tirade to her lover,
but the maid's just come in with a letter
from the lover that says,
"Sorry I take it all back."
- It's probably a letter from the IRS
nailing her for back taxes.
- The maid is so insinuating.
- [Joan] Madam, this just arrived.
- And the mistress is
delicately perplexed.
- [Joan] Could it be from Louise?
- Who's Louise?
(dramatic piano music)
- I'm gonna send in to
the "Alumni Weekly."
- Oh.
- Come on.
- Spare me.
- What's your title?
- I forget.
- You do not, executive director?
Your holy eminence, grand dragon?
- Liaison officer.
- Mm, classy.
(group chattering)
(bright piano music)
- Is it good time?
- Yeah.
- Ricky, how are you?
- Good.
- (chuckling) I know what you need.
- No, I'm just--
- Come with me.
I'm not--
(bright piano music)
(speaking in foreign language)
- What's up with Nick?
- [Michael] Not much, you
should give him a call.
- I did.
Went by to see him on Tuesday.
- Bless your heart.
- He talked about opera the whole time.
I thought fine, at least he's not listing
what he's gonna leave
me in his will again.
- Oh, I got him hooked.
If you need an escape,
Mozart's the ticket.
- (sniffs) Great.
Maybe he'll do a rock version
of "Eine Kleine Nachtmusik."
He said he only eats because
you come over and make him.
Is he trying to do himself in?
- Nah, he'd eat.
He only says that 'cause he's afraid
otherwise I'd never come.
(both laughing)
I feel like a widower in Miami Beach.
- You're re-eligible.
- Robert laid this shit on me tonight
about how he needs a break.
It's gotten too settled.
- He likes being settled.
- I like being settled.
- I hate being settled.
- I don't like being mean.
These last couple weeks
I've been so goddamn nasty.
I don't want to be nasty to him.
- You really shouldn't.
I mean it's not fair.
You're much too quick for him.
I can see him trying to
duck Michael insults.
Right, left--
- He doesn't duck.
He just sits there all calm and
looks at me with those eyes.
I married him for his eyes.
- Oh, I thought it was for his teeth.
- No.
- His nose?
- I don't want him to leave.
- Hey, take off.
Go for it.
Have a little adventure yourself.
Taking a chance
Like the deaf stereo
Showing them thrilling
Now you make me go
Ram, ram, ram
L L L to Z Z Z
To rock, rock
You don't quit
What you don't quit
We got the sound
We got the yang We got discretion
Discretion galaxies
Empire double
Got full stop to him
To the fathers
(dramatic opera music)
(eerie music)
(eerie clicking)
E-E-T-H-S-T-A-R, him
Hit the marble bar
And the first galaxies
Are S-T-double I-T-T-I
Now just think
- I'm even more whacked out than Nick.
That's why it never could have worked.
Would've been the Tower of Babel.
- Robert's cooled you out a little.
- With Nick, I don't know where
he leaves off and I begin.
Two sides of the same coin.
This month, I've known him 10 years.
- What are you gonna do when he's gone?
- Miss him.
- Me too.
- You know his father doesn't even know?
- You're kidding?
- Mm-mm.
- [Joan] When was he gonna
tell him, after he was dead?
- I have a feeling we're gonna be the ones
who wind up telling him he's dead.
- It's true what they say.
The good die young.
I'll probably live to be about 150.
(both laughing)
- I have a secret.
- Hm?
- I've always loved Nick more than Robert.
- I know.
- I've never told Nick.
- You better.
- Sometimes I feel so guilty.
- It's not your fault,
it's nobody's fault.
- It's not that, it's that sometimes
when I'm over there all I can think is,
I'm so glad I don't have it.
- Who wouldn't be?
And don't worry, a few
years down the road,
we have lung cancer, heart
attacks to look forward to.
- It's different when you're 50 or 60.
Impending death doesn't
freak you out as much.
- I bet it does.
I bet it's a fucking
drag, even if you're 80.
(tense piano music)
- Do you think those are real?
- Mm-hmm.
(both grunting)
(both laughing)
- God, he's going berserk
with that piano playing.
(group applauding)
- Fabulous.
- Don't let me interrupt, keep playing.
(speaking in foreign language)
("Beautiful Dreamer" by Stephen Foster)
- Hi.
- Hello Joan.
- Glad you could make it.
- Friends of yours?
- What can I get ya?
- How about a beer?
- Apple juice.
- Okay, Mom.
- Nick, long time no see.
- Hey hey, Miss Thing, how you doing?
- Can't complain.
- All right.
So where's dildo-head?
I dragged myself out of
bed just to say goodbye.
- Haven't seen him.
(group laughing)
(upbeat music)
- [Sarah] Michael's definitely cuter.
- [Robert] He's nice looking.
- [Sarah] That's awful, nice looking.
- [Robert] This is what's known
as the grass is always greener.
- No it's not.
Hetero men have a gene
missing or something.
You know, back in school
I, I knew about you
even before you did,
even when we were dating.
- You did not.
- From the first date.
I thought, forget it, he's
too cute and I was right.
- There's some cute straight guys.
- What an egoist.
Of course there are,
the point is I'm so in love
with him I can't stand it.
Except, I hate the way he eats.
- The way he eats?
- He slurps.
(both laughing)
At dinner, we had sesame noodles
and I thought I was
gonna have to kill him.
- He was slurping?
- A little.
But who cares?
I'm in love.
(upbeat music)
- Well I told Joan I'd
buy one of her paintings
on one condition.
Somewhere in it she
has to have Edith Piaf.
- Douglas adores Piaf.
- Edith Piaf?
- Douglas.
How's Morgan Guarantee treating ya?
- Fine, thank you.
- Hey, how's about if Michael and I
come visit your house out at the island?
- Season's over and the house is closed.
- Ah, shucks.
Hey, looking trim.
- So are you.
I'll have the last laugh.
I may have committed the gay cardinal sin
of being a bit overweight,
but it's this self-same
so-called unattractiveness
that has spared me from the plague.
- Exactly.
- Oh Douglas, you're not that overweight.
Now what about that painting over there?
That's nice even without Edith Piaf.
(Nick speaking in foreign language)
- Hmm?
- Still having wild times
up at the seminary?
- I left the seminary.
- No shit?
- Listen, I truly am very
sorry to hear that you're ill.
I'll pray for you.
- Thanks, I'll pray for you, too.
I told him if he wants to--
(cork pops)
He better get his shit together fast.
- You're Nick Spangler.
- No, actually I'm Tina Turner.
- Yeah, my kid brother's
got a couple of your albums.
- Yeah well, he's got 'em all.
- Your friend Michael kinda likes
to play hard to get, doesn't he?
- That's 'cause he's already got.
- He comes in the record
store I work all the time,
buys a lot of opera.
Can't figure out if
he's interested or what?
- Well he's a cautious guy.
- If he's worried about catching
you know what, it won't be from me.
- That's not what I meant.
(crowd chattering)
(train whistle blaring)
(can clatters)
(couple laughing)
- It starts out good.
It's petered out some, but it comes back.
Goes back and forth, peaks and valleys.
- Stop, I'll get seasick.
- You're with somebody six months,
it goes sour, so you dump
him, find someone new.
Repeat the whole thing.
But what you finally realize is
that if you waited a
bit with the first one,
it would've gotten good again,
almost like finding a new person.
- (laughing) Yeah?
So?
Are you telling this to me, or to you?
(whimsical percussion music)
- So how's he doing?
- He's pretty good.
- Nah, he's upset.
- Okay, he's mad.
- He's mad?
Good.
Hey you think I should go beat up Robert?
- Yeah.
- Yeah?
- Yeah, oh yeah.
- Oh yeah.
You don't believe me do you?
- I'm gonna call a guard and
I'm gonna book it right now.
- You better call an ambulance, too.
Nah, I ain't gonna beat him up.
He's all right.
I'm gonna beat you up instead.
Hey, I'm gonna go get a beer.
Don't tell Mike.
- Nah.
So, Klausala.
In all seriousness, what is
the secret of your success?
- Indifference combined
with perfect motivation.
Is it true that that
man over there is dying?
- Who wants to know?
- The pain is astonishes me.
It can give pain or pleasure.
It can give life, and
now it can give death.
- Pesky little devils, aren't they?
- He's pregnant with death.
And look at the others, waiting,
wondering if some innocent
moment of pleasure
long past has set them up to
wrestle with the ultimate.
(speaking in foreign language)
I'd like to stage a piece
in which all the performers
are people who are terminally ill.
Can you imagine the intensity,
the concentration of purpose?
- Excuse me.
- Oh, I hope I didn't say
anything to upset you.
I'd like to speak to you, if I may.
- Yeah?
About what?
(eerie music)
- Have you seen Sarah?
- Don't worry about it.
She's up with Robert having
one of their famous rehashes.
- Oh.
(tense music)
- I can't do it if
someone else is in here.
What's that?
- My number.
- I suppose you want mine?
- Joan gave it to me.
Hey, I'm sorry about earlier.
- Ah, forget it.
- Sorry.
- You okay?
(toilet flushing)
(woman giggling)
(couple moaning)
- I think there's someone in there.
- Is it my wife, by any chance?
- Hey there's Robert. I think
we're gonna cut the cake.
- I keep losing the guest of honor.
Coming?
- I'll be with you in a moment.
(speaking in foreign language)
Be forgot and never brought to mind
Should auld acquaintance be forgot
(ominous music)
- Get your hands off me.
(speaking in foreign language)
- Nazi fucker, you killed my grandmother.
- It's you Americans who are the Nazis.
Why don't you people pick
on someone of your own size?
- I could kill you in a split second.
What's to stop me?
(speaking in foreign language)
Let's hear.
- Okay.
Don't.
- Now that was quite a performance there.
You're amazing.
Now listen, I want you
to give old Joan a hand
and get her a nice gallery show, okay?
And then I'll do some singing
in your next art piece.
Be all gnarled and terminally ill.
How's about it?
- I'll see what I can do.
(speaking in foreign language)
- [Joan] Ta-da!
(group chattering)
- Where's Nick?
- I think he left.
(metallic clattering)
(Peter screeching)
- Jesus.
- Scare you?
- No.
- Did too.
- Yeah, I grew up in Brooklyn.
Nothing scares me.
- You wanna know why
I'm crazy about Michael?
- Oh, I'm like trembling with curiosity.
- Okay, first you gotta admit
that I'm eminently irresistible.
- Bullshit, you're a ditz ball twinkie.
- Who you calling a twinkie?
- You're beyond twinkie,
you're in the realm
of the super twinkies.
- Bet you were a twinkie once.
- Never.
- You were.
- All right, maybe I was a quasi-twinkie.
- I'm crazy about Michael
'cause he don't give a shit
about my irresistibility.
Everyone else is after me
all the time, but Michael,
he's like so cool, makes me crazy.
I like the chase.
I'm a wolf in twinkie clothing.
So I got a chance?
- Let me sit down.
When I first met Michael,
he was a freshman at NYU.
So I'm hanging out in the Village--
- I'm a Columbia freshman.
- Will you shut up a minute?
So I'm hanging out in the Village and I,
I'm a couple years older than Michael
and I see this Midwest nerdy type kid
walking down the street.
- Michael?
- Yeah.
So I chat him up a little bit.
He don't know anything.
I mean, the whole scene is
happening four blocks away
from where he's going to school,
and he don't even know it.
- No shit?
- So I show him around.
You know, we go bar hopping that night.
Terry had this place
over on Barrow Street,
so we go there, there's a party going on.
Michael went wild.
He almost flunked out his first year.
We tore this town apart, man.
That's what you need.
Find somebody your own age.
Get your hair messed up a little bit.
- Ah, sick of hearing
about the good old days.
- Listen, we had more fun in one weekend
than the entire state of New Jersey's had
since the signing of the
Declaration of Independence.
- That's not saying much.
I want a plain old, ordinary life.
A lover, a co-op in Central Park West.
BMW, house in Bucks County.
- Jesus, next thing you're gonna
tell me you're a fucking Republican.
- I got it all figured out.
See, I get an older boyfriend,
he supports me while
I'm in medical school.
Then I'll make it out of
school, I can support him.
- Oh forget it.
Michael never has a penny.
- I'm just kidding.
Anyway, I'm crazy about the guy.
- Your parents know you're gay?
- Sure.
Told 'em when I was 16.
- 16?
- Yep, I had a boyfriend in high school.
They freaked.
You know, the usual bullshit.
How could you choose this
kind of lifestyle, Peter?
I said hey guys, it chose me.
I mean, your dick knows what it likes.
You reach puberty, you
don't fucking decide
which sex you like, you ask your dick.
You say, hey dick, what do you like?
Okay?
All right, then you go for it.
- You said that to your parents?
- In so many words.
You got a lover?
- Nope.
- Ever had one?
- Yep.
- Who?
- None of your business.
- Love America.
- You're a trip and a half, you know that?
- I love it.
It's fucking blinding.
We're the goddamn Roman Empire.
Don't you fucking love it?
- [Nick] God, now I
know you're Republican.
- I love Manhattan, I love the Yankees,
I love chem lab and bio lab.
I even love "Honeymooners" reruns.
I bet you saw them when
they were originally on.
- Bang, zoom.
- I love Michael.
What do you love?
- A lot of stuff, I just
don't yammer on about it.
- Teach me some guitar moves.
- [Nick] You got 'em down.
- Take me out, show me the Village.
- Listen, put your little ass in a cab
and go home, you're drunk.
- Hey, I got my own money.
What do you wish?
- What do I wish, what?
- What do you wish more than anything?
- Wishing's for whining,
self-pitying assholes.
- I wish I could live forever.
- Yeah, well that's the
only thing you can't do.
- I could fucking try.
- What a little nimrod.
(group giggling)
- What time is it?
- It's time to go dancing.
- No, no, no.
- [Terry] Yes, yes, yes,
I made reservations.
- Oh, I have to go to sleep.
(group laughing)
Listen Joan, I'm not
much of a letter writer.
- A postcard will do.
- Goodnight!
- Goodnight.
- Thanks.
- I'll talk to you later.
- Say goodbye to Sam!
(eerie music)
- I'd like you to paint a picture
of me, looking like this.
Tell me why
Tell me why
(upbeat music)
Contempt in your eyes
When I turn to kiss his lips
Broken I lie all my feelings denied
Blood on your fist
Can you tell me why
Can you tell me why
Can you tell me why
Can you tell me why
Whoo, hoo, hoo
Can you tell me why
Can you tell me why
Can you tell me why
Can you tell me why
Can you tell me why
Can you tell me why
Tell me why
(phone ringing)
- Hello.
- Nick?
It's Robert.
- Who?
- Robert, Robert, Robert, Robert.
- Oh, well, where are you, Africa?
- What?
- I can hear drums.
- I'm sorry I didn't
get a chance to see you,
to say goodbye.
- That's cool.
- Listen, I can't hear you.
It's too much noise.
Take care of yourself, Nick, okay?
I'll send you a letter.
- No, send me a giraffe, all right?
I could use a giraffe around here.
Hello?
Nick to Robert, over.
(ominous music)
(dramatic opera music)
- [Ominous Voice] Prepare.
Prepare.
- No.
(metallic clacking)
(ominous music)
- Cigarette?
- Greg Wildmire?
What are you doing here?
- Heaven's real boring.
Hang on as long as you can.
- Okay.
Why are we whispering?
- It's spookier that way.
So Michael's turning
you into an opera queen.
Just keep to baseball,
Nick, it's a lot cheaper.
- Will do.
- I'm frying in this thing.
Think I overdid the smoke a little.
Oh, your mom says hi,
and if you go on a trip,
make sure to take.
- What?
Take what?
Hey come back here.
Jesus, what a foofy outfit.
(ominous music)
(bright orchestral music)
- See that guy Douglas
dragged off at the party?
You disappeared on me during
the party. You always do that.
- Come on, we're gonna be late.
- Very nice, running off,
leaving me on our last night.
- Hey, you sound like a wife.
Let's go.
- Let's jog.
(birds chirping)
(adventurous classical music)
Come on, lazybones, it feels great.
- You're trying to make me miss my plane?
- What gives you that idea?
- [Robert] Michael!
(intense classical music)
(intense soft rock music)
- You told Sarah people
should stick with it,
you fucking hypocrite.
- What?
- You told Sarah, I heard you.
- I explained why I'm leaving, goddamn it!
I told you I'll be back.
- You're leaving because
you don't wanna be around
when Nick dies.
You don't wanna deal with
me going through that.
You'll come wafting
back when it's all over.
- You're wrong.
- You better stay away, man,
or you're gonna come
back to a fucking maniac.
You think I can be mean now?
I'm gonna go after every politician,
idiot doctor, and smug born again asshole
I can get my hands on.
- Nick knew what was going around.
But he went right on trashing it up.
It's his own goddamn fault.
- Don't you dare say that!
- I'm a lot stronger than you.
Michael, I love you.
I wouldn't be surprised
if we're still together
50 years from now, but I just
gotta get out for a while.
And you need to spend more time with Nick.
I've just been getting in the way.
(change clattering)
(sirens blaring)
(bells ringing)
- Go, you cannot be late, go.
(dramatic music)
- What are you doing up here?
I've been searching for you high and low.
- What are you doing here?
You come to see me off?
- Hardly, I'm going with you.
Well, at least as far as Rome.
Then it's off to Sri
Lanka and points east.
- Sri Lanka?
- Yeah, six month field trip.
I've been planning it for months.
- Why didn't you tell me about it?
- What, and risk tipping off Betty?
(laughing) She only found
out about it this morning.
- This morning?
- Yes, rather naughty of me, what?
Actually the news didn't seem
to phase her, particularly.
- Cecil.
(train clacking)
(eerie music)
(upbeat music)
- Marty, Marty, M-m-Marty, Marty,
do you think you could
talk a little bit louder
so I can achieve my life-long ambition
of going totally deaf?
Notice how quietly I'm speaking?
Rocking the show
- I don't like to shout!
When you guys run around
with your assholes
clamped tighter than Chinese handcuffs
totally geared towards mindless fucking.
Well, I'm not in the mood
to get fucked, all right?
So lie back for a change and take this in.
I could go on the tour,
I could go on the tour.
I'm not gonna drop dead
in the middle of the tour.
(tapping)
Hello?
What's that tapping?
(tapping)
Hello?
Hung up on me.
So how you doing?
- Fine.
- This trick's trying to
fuck with my contract.
- Better get your lawyer on it.
- That was my lawyer.
Robert get off okay?
- Yep.
- He called me last night.
- When?
- I don't know.
I think maybe I dreamt it.
You know the difference between
straight guys and gay guys?
- No, I forget.
- There isn't any.
There's a scary and
seldom understood fact.
Straight guys are jerks,
gay guys are jerks.
I'm calling this jerk back.
- Wait 'til after lunch.
Go and put your soap opera on.
- Not watching that shit either.
Do you ever wonder how straights
can be so narcissistic that 99%
of everything you see is about them?
- Yes, go and watch TV anyway.
I gotta try and cook in here.
- Straight guys are
jerks, gay men are jerks,
straight women are jerks.
That leaves lesbians and they're off
in their ivory tower somewhere laughing
their heads off at the rest of us.
Should've been a dyke.
God, I don't know if you exist
but if you do, you've got me pissed!
- What did you have for breakfast?
- I didn't have breakfast.
I don't like breakfast!
- Nicky, dear, do you
think you could be quiet
for a little while?
To him
At the marble bar
- Sure.
Got the abstract
(record scratching)
- Oh, no, not that.
No, no, no, I like this stupid thing.
Here.
(dishes smashing)
(joyful orchestral music)
- How's that?
- Heavens, what have we done?
- Go for it.
(dish smashing)
Hey you can have my TVs, all right?
- Stop.
Watch a video?
- It's my will.
- Put it away.
- Just showing you where it is.
- What bullshit.
You know France is working--
- On this new drug that we
should get by the year 2000.
Maybe we should go to France.
- Okay.
- We should've split when we first met.
Gone to Kentucky or something.
- Wisconsin.
- Yeah, Wisconsin, Colorado,
Virginia, you know.
Some place in the Midwest,
settle down on a farm.
- You'd last about 10 seconds on a farm.
- You know, Robert's got
the right idea leaving.
You should get out too.
- Robert's an asshole for leaving
and I'm not going anywhere.
- Good, 'cause if you ever left
I'd go clean out of my fucking mind.
You're it for me, you jerkface.
- I know.
- Not fair, you've been in love a bunch.
- Just once, really.
- Yeah, and now he's gone, right?
- He's right here.
(somber orchestral music)
(dish shards clattering)
(singing in foreign language)
- Want to have lunch?
- What are you gonna cook?
- I can't cook, but my mommy can.
- She know you're up here?
- No.
- You miss your daddy, don't you?
(speaking foreign language)
Right, my sentiments exactly.
How about if you guys come
over for lunch tomorrow?
- Make chili dogs, okay?
- Chili dogs?
Yuck.
(door clicking)
(Michael sighing)
(dramatic music)
Shit.
(bright, fast-tempo piano music)
(keys clacking)
(phone ringing)
Robert?
- Michael, I caught you in.
- Oh hi.
- Listen, dear heart, you left
your umbrella here last night.
- Oh, sorry.
I'll stop by and pick it up next time
I'm in the neighborhood.
- I don't suppose you know
about silly Cecil running off.
- God, that's awful.
Listen, you can cry on
my shoulder any time.
- Heavens! (laughing)
I was thinking more in terms of going out
and having a good time.
Have you heard of this club called Area?
- Can you hold on a sec?
I have another call.
Hello?
- Did I beep in?
I'm sorry.
Look, I, I just called to
tell you I'm on the island.
Out by Douglas's.
(ominous music)
I can't take it anymore, Mike.
This is it.
Bye.
(ominous music)
- Nick?
- Hello?
Hello!
(dramatic music)
(pages shuffling)
(metallic clacking)
- I can be there in 20 minutes,
what about getting back?
Two people going back, how much is it?
How much?
Ah!
What the fuck are you doing here?
- Hey, I thought you'd be glad to see me.
- [Michael] Did you miss your plane?
- No, it missed me.
- [Michael] Well, I gotta
get on a plane right now.
How much money you got on you?
- [Robert] What?
- I'll be right there.
- What the hell are you doing?
- Nick's out on the island.
He called, sounded incredibly weird.
- [Robert] He always sounds weird.
- Well, I think he's gonna kill himself.
- Jesus.
You want me to come--
- Where's your luggage?
- On the way to Africa.
- So your flight got canceled?
When do you leave?
- I'm not leaving.
- What do you mean?
- Just that, I'm not leaving.
- Okay, hold that thought.
I'll be back whenever.
We'll pick it up right from there.
Welcome back.
- Bye.
(dramatic music)
(melancholy music)
(tense music)
(waves crashing)
(birds chirping)
- Are you okay?
- Yeah, I'm fine.
- Oh, that's good.
- [Nick] Notice how the land ends here
and the water starts right there?
- [Michael] Amazing how it does that.
- Which way is Europe?
- [Michael] What?
- Europe, is it that way?
- [Michael] It's that way.
- What, are you crazy?
It's that way.
- That's south.
It's that way.
- Where's Africa?
Where's South America?
I still think Europe is that way.
- It's not!
Europe, Africa, South America.
- Let's take a trip.
- [Michael] You're proposing we swim?
- [Nick] I got money.
We'll just go for a couple of weeks.
Well, come here!
- I haven't slept in 24 hours.
I'm zonked, let's go!
- Will you get over here?
Hold up your arm and point.
Point.
Close your eyes.
- What are you gonna do?
- Spin you around.
- If I end up pointing that way,
we'll have to go to Alaska, you know.
- So we'll go to Alaska.
- And that way's Newfoundland.
- Yeah, that's okay too.
- I'd rather go someplace warm.
- Will you shut up and spin?
(fast-paced orchestral music)
Eh, Europe's too foofy.
How about we visit Robert in Africa?
(bright, fast-paced classical music)
(upbeat music)
You and me together
Fighting for our love
You and me together
Fighting for our love
You and me together
Fighting for our love
You and me together
Fighting for our love
You and me together
Fighting for our love
You and me together
Fighting for our love
You and me together
Fighting for our love
You and me together
Fighting for our love
(singer vocalizing)
Contempt in your eyes
When I turn to kiss his lips
Broken I lie
All my feelings denied
Blood on your fist
Can you tell me why
Can you tell me why
Can you tell me why
Can you tell me why
Can you tell me why
Can you tell me why
Can you tell me why
Can you tell me why
Can you tell me why