All language subtitles for The Other Two s03e05 Cary & Brooke

Even though
we're breaking up,

we want you to know

this is not your fault,
you hear me?

Yeah, it didn't
remotely occur to us

that this would be our fault.

Yeah, I just assumed
it's yours?

No, no, no.
It was not Streeter's fault.

And we still love each other
very much.

We just realized
we're at different places

in our lives.
- [sniffles]

So now let's get back
to the nitty gritty.

You'll, of course,
still live with your mother.

We both live on our own.

But I will have custody
every other weekend.

So I will pick you up
Fridays at 4:00.

And I need you on that curb
right at 4:00,

because that is my time.

Again, we are 33
and 35 years old.

And, of course,
you each have a bedroom

at my new place.

I, uh, decorated them

specifically for you,

so you feel nice
and comfortable

when you stay at, um,
"Daddy's house."

So what do you think?

Sounds a heck of a lot better
than this dump, am I right?

[chuckles]
I'm kidding, of course.

And if I ever hear you
badmouthing your mother,

I will put the kibosh on that
so fast your heads will spin.

Now, give me a hug, you two.

- God.
- We will get through this.

Until then,

just cry it out
on Daddy's shoulder.

[weeps, sniffles]

You crying, Cary?
- Yes, I'm crying.

- ♪ I-I-I'm a winner ♪

Eee! I've never been
to the opening night

of a Broadway play before.

It's so cool you're dating
one of the actors.

Lucas is doing
such prestigious stuff now.

Yeah, I thought it'd be cool,
but then I remembered

prestigious,
when you're gay, means...

Hello, good evening.

Thank you for coming
to "8 Gay Men with AIDS:

A Poem in Many Hours."

And exactly how many hours
is it?

- Why?
- Oh, no. Sorry.

Never mind.
It's a very important topic

and I--I'll be here
as long as they want.

- Thank you.
- Okay, but I don't understand

what the problem is
with Lucas being in this?

Well, this is just
the third role

where the two of us can't fuck.

Like, first he was
a teen virgin,

then he was closeted
at Christmas.

Now he has full HIV?
- Okay, homophobic.

It's not the '80s.

Everyone knows you can have sex
with someone who has HIV.

Yeah, but it sort of is
the '80s to him.

I promise you we can have sex.
- It's not safe.

The doctors still don't know
what this is.

Yes, they do. It's HIV.

It's fully treatable.
Plus, I'm on PrEP,

we have condoms,
and--and this part

is very important,
you don't have HIV.

Maybe I should stay
at Streeter's?

Ugh.
- Or maybe we break up

with Lucas?
- Meredith, hi.

Ugh, I hate that
I had to come

straight from work to this.
- Oh, yeah.

How's the new job?
- Well, let's see, Cary,

I've spent the last 30 days
kneeling in dirt.

Nothing I've planted
is remotely a tree.

And everyone I work with
is so nice,

I literally fantasize
about slitting their throats,

which I know is bad.
I'm the wrong one.

So overall,
not really workin' out?

No, Cary.
It's a full he--

- Whoo.
- Heaven. My job is heaven.

Man, how sexy is Cook Brook
in her tree shirt?

My little Shady Lady.

Yes, that is what we women
at work call ourselves.

[reporters clamoring]

- Hi, guys.
- Hey, look over here, Chase!

- Hey, guys. Let's do it.
- Let's do it.

- Right over here.
- Oh, my God.

Chase is here
with Kiernan Shipka?

That is so...
- Insane.

- Smart.
- Hey, guys. This is Kiernan.

We're engaged.
- Hi.

Yeah. We're getting married.

Sorry, you're engaged?

Yes. Chase has been 18
for nine weeks now.

And it's high time
he settled down

and had three to five children

with a member
of the Hollywood elite.

Kiernan's part of that elite.

Right, Chase?
- Yeah. Yeah.

Kiernan, hi.
I am a huge fan.

You are such a great actor.
- Oh, thank you so much.

- [chuckles]
- What do you do?

She plants trees
for a living.

So cute.
Do you want a pic with me?

- Oh, uh, no.
- She'd love a pic.

- Get in there, baby.
- We should get a pic.

Let's do it. Oh, come on.
Get in here. It's no problem.

- Let's go.
- Oh, my God, you're gorgeous.

- Thank you, Kiernan.
- Babe.

- Thank you for this.
- Everyone, please head

into the theater.
- Oh, so nice to meet you.

- Yeah.
- The play is about to begin.

Chase, Kiernan, this way.

We're in the box seats
so everyone can see you two.

Okay. Great.
I just, um--

We'll see you in there.
Okay, honey?

Okay, Mom.

[Des'ree's "I'm Kissing You]

♪ ♪

♪ Mmm ♪

♪ Hey, hey, hey ♪

♪ Pride can stand ♪

♪ A thousand trials ♪

- Hi.
- Hi.

Gummy worm?

My team says I'm too hot
for candy.

Oh, that's silly.
Here, have one.

♪ But watching stars ♪

♪ Without you, my soul ♪

[bell chimes]
- Oh, no. I have to go.

When can I see you again?

Meet me at intermission.

Anon.

♪ Heeee ♪

January, 1981. Central Park.

It's a sunny day

but with an air that's crisp,

an air that portends.

Isn't Lucas so good?

You know, I'm his manager,
so I'm responsible

for every role he takes.

- W--uh--okay.
- Fucking Reagan.

Janice, get Reagan
on the phone.

No, get the whole damn
administration on the phone.

[slams phone down]

[phones ringing]
[fax machines beeping]

[whispering]
I used to be in the industry.

I'm like you, girl.

[mouthing words]
Oh, thank you.

Ugh. God.

Oh, shit.

So what is it, doctor?

The medical community
is baffled.

We just...

we still don't know
what it is yet.

[sighs]

[applause]
- Thank you.

We will now take
a brief intermission.

It's been a whole act

and they still don't know
it's HIV?

- [clears throat]
- I mean, that's fine.

This is paced out
however it's paced out.

- Thank you.
- Say, "AIDS."

[chuckles] Hey there.
Just wanted to say hi.

I'm Lucas Lambert Moy's
boyfriend.

- Hey! Mike.
- Hey.

- You must be so proud.
- Yeah.

Lucas' first big
prestige gay role.

So proud.
Uh, but I was just curious

what other roles
you might be circling

for ol' Lukey?
- Oh, man.

We're chasin' so many
prestige roles for him now.

First, there's obviously
the movie adaptation

of this play.
- Oh, fuck no.

I mean, been there, done that.

Right? You know, I'd pass.

Then there's this other drama

we're really chasin'
about a conversion camp.

He'd play a counselor

who's actually closeted himself

and 'cause of his beliefs

never ever comes
out of the closet.

Then kills himself.

Oh, my God.

Is there anything coming up

that is prestigious and gay

but doesn't have, like,
nonstop trauma in it?

You know, like, the character's
just out and happy

and loves to fuck.

Hmm, there is one movie
about porn stars in the '70s.

It's Adam McKay,
so still prestige.

And there's
a gay porn star in it?

Yeah--they wanted Lucas

or another one
of my clients for it,

but I wasn't really chasin' it
'cause it's just two scenes.

And like you said, no traum.

He's just a happy,
out porn star

who loves to take loads.

But, again, not really chasin'.

Oh, hey. Sandy!

Baby!
- No. No, no, no.

Please chase that.

Call the producers.
Pl--I beg you.

- Shuli? Oh.
- What?

Shuli, I need
to tell you something

while Lance is in the bathroom.

I know you want Chase
to be dating

Kiernan Shipka,
which makes perfect sense.

But I saw him making eyes
at some normal girl

during the play.
- [scoffs]

No, no, no, no.

Chase is engaged
to Kiernan Shipka.

He loves Kiernan Shipka.

He wants to go to Sundance

and reveal on the red carpet

he's havin' a baby
with Kiernan Shipka.

Then why is she standing
all alone over there?

If Chase loves her,
where is he?

[both chuckle]
- I have to go soon.

My publicist
will be looking for me.

No, wait. One more.

Would you rather have
one big toe or one big tooth?

[chuckles]
- This is the hardest one yet.

- I know.
- Listen, Brooke,

stop makin' up drama
just to feel

like a part of things.

You're a Shady Lady now.

Remember?
- No, seriously.

It was a plain girl.
She was eating gummy worms.

Hey, what you guys
talkin' about?

- Oh--
- Trees.

Nothin' but trees.
[bell chimes]

Kay.
Think we gotta go in, B.

- Okay.
- Bye, Shules.

Bye, Brooke.

Hmm.

- The air continues to portend.
- [exhales]

And it is portending in ways

it has never portended before.

If I thought
it was portending yesterday,

today it portends...
- Excuse me.

Oh, God, oh, God, oh, God,
oh, God, oh, God, oh, God.

Let's see.

Girl with gummy worms.

There's no way he's--oh.

[gasps] Holy fucking shit.

[whispering] Told ya.

Chase, what the hell is--

Oh, God, oh, God, oh, God,
oh, God, oh, God, oh, God.

[snores]

[person coughs]

- Shit, shit, shit.
- Hey.

- This is a disaster.
- I know.

Chase can't date a normal girl.
- Exactly.

- [scoffs]
- Let's split up,

see if we can find them

before this goes too far?
- All right.

Oh, this is crazy.
[line trilling]

This is crazy.
- Hello?

[as Mike]
Hey!

How's my favorite pro-douche?

Mike?
Good to hear your voice.

Yeah. Yeah.
This is my voice.

Um, just callin'
about this porn star role

for my client Lucas.

I know I wasn't chasin' it

'cause it didn't have
enough traum-traum in it...

[chuckles]

You do always call it that.

Anyway, I changed my mind
and I am chasin' it now.

So what do you say we give
the role to Lukey boy?

Sorry, Mike,
I'm in an AIDS play.

I'm steppin' out
to the bathroom now.

No, no, no.
No, don't step out.

You're good where you are.
[door opens]

Okay, listen, Mike,
I wish I had known sooner,

but we're circlin'
someone else.

Mike? Mike?

Mike, what's up?
What, are you upset?

Are you seriously giving me
the silent treatment right now?

Or are--are you--
are you threatening me?

Are you threatening me, Mike?

So if I don't give Lucas
this role,

you're gonna tell people
about the girl?

You're gonna tell people
about the girl and the boy

on that boat?
This is a new low, Mike.

Fine. He can have it.
He can fuckin' have it.

[sighs] Love to Shelly.

Hooray?

[both giggling]

- You're so cute.
- No, you're so cute.

[both giggle]
- Chase!

- Brooke.
- Oh, my God. Okay.

I'm so--I did not expect
to find you in a full bed.

But much love, little bro.

- What are you doin' here?
- I just, um--

I'm here because you two
cannot be together.

I'm sorry, Chase
and whatever your name is.

It's Pam. Pam Snot.

Pam Snot?
Is this a prank on Shuli?

[gasps] Get dressed at once.

- Shuli.
- My God.

Just think what would happen

if Kiernan's team
got word of this.

I don't care
about Kiernan Shipka, okay?

I care about Pam.
- Well, that's fuckin' insane.

But if it's true,
the best thing

you can do for her
is never see her again.

Now back to your box.

And you, back to orchestra.

[sighs]

Excuse me.

I did it.
I got the role for Lucas.

[sighs]
[phone buzzes]

Oh, my God.
I just got cast

in an Adam McKay movie.

Me, Lukas Gage.

[sighs]
- No.

He manages two Lucases? Fuck.

I did it. I saved the day.

You okay? Where'd you go?

Oh, uh,
just a tree emergency.

But I'm back now.
Won't happen again.

We finally know what it is...

a great big mystery.

[applause]

Thank you for coming
to "8 Gay Men with AIDS:

A Poem in Many Hours."

How is this
about the AIDS crisis

but there was never any AIDS?

Join us tomorrow
for "8 Gay Men with AIDS:

A Poem in Many Hours,
Part Two."

What?
all: What?

Hello. Welcome back.

Welcome back to part two.

Feel like I've spent

more time here recently

than I have at our house.
- At least tonight

we'll actually get to AIDS.

Or why does the screen on stage

say Germany, 1939?

- [clears throat]
- I--I mean, if they feel

that we need more context
before we get to AIDS,

then, my God, of course.

- Thank you.
- I really appreciate it.

- You got it.
- Hey, um, Lukas Gage?

- Hello. Hey.
- [chuckles] Hey.

Um, so I have
a weird favor to ask.

- Oh.
- My boyfriend

is Lucas Lambert Moy.

Right, yeah, that--
oof, that must be tough.

Yeah, between the last
couple roles and this play,

we still haven't been able
to fuck.

And even aside
from the sex, right?

So I was wondering
if there was any way

you might, uh,
give up that porn star role

so he could have it?
'Cause if he's playing

a horny, out, gay guy,
then we--we can fuck.

I think I understand.
And I would love to help.

I just--I think I'm, like,
perfect for that role.

Like, underneath these clothes,
my body is--is really good.

No. Yeah, I know.

I, uh... I Google.
- Oh, thank you.

- Chase, Chase, over here.
- ChaseDreams!

- Hey.
- Wait, who's that?

- Hi.
- This is, uh--this is Pam.

- [gasps]
- Yo, yo.

- Chase!
- Say cheese, Chase.

What have you done?

Say hi to Pam.

Streeter, we have a code red.

He's here with Snot.

Whoa.
What's goin' on over there?

Uh, h--how would I know?

I was with you all last night

except for that tree emergency.

Let's go watch the play.

[camera shutters snapping]

[chanting in German]

Should listen to Shuli

what she's saying to you.
- Yes.

My God. I do--
[door closes]

- [sighs]
- [snores]

Sorry. Sorry, B.

You know, I know AIDS is bad,

but I worked a double today.
I'm exhausted.

That's fine.
You deserve the rest.

Yeah.

[snores]

I mean, come on,
you don't get to pick

your girlfriends.
- Hey, guys.

Hey, kiddo.

How you holdin' up?
- About what?

Me and your mom breaking up.

Oh, that has not affected me
in any way.

Okay, so I assume
that we're talking

about how Chase can't date Pam?
- Yes.

But thanks to Chase,

they've already been seen together.

Okay, I've been thinking,
and how about this?

She's a contest winner.

Yeah, there was, like,
a contest

to come see a Broadway play

through, like, Dannon Yogurt
or some shit and she won.

Yes.

She's nothin'
but a silly contest girl.

A yogurt-eater.

Brooke,
this is an excellent idea.

Homosexuals are like a--

like a sort of plague.

They are a plague...
- I think you're being selfish.

- What?
- It's just you already got

to have your ass ate
in "White Lotus."

I feel like you should let

other people have sex
on camera.

I mean, if anything,
you should have to do

one of these now.
- Sorry. No dice, man.

Okay, how about this?

If you give up the role,

I'll eat your ass

or you can eat mine.

So now you want me
to give up a movie role

and eat your ass?

[scoffs]
- [sighs]

I mean, it's a good ass.

Okay, no, I'm not
calling Pam a contest winner.

She's my girlfriend.
- Chase, be realistic.

You can't date a normal girl.

But I like that she's normal.

We're not just talking
how it looks.

Though it does look... cray.

We're talking
if you break up or--

Whoa, why are we jumpin'
to breaking up?

Oh, shit,
it's almost intermission

and Lance'll be up soon,
but I can try and sneak out

during the next act?
- Yes. I would love that.

- Eee.
- In all of history.

[applause]
- Thank you.

We will now take
a brief intermission.

[both yawn]

- How'd you sleep?
- Good. You?

Good.

Okay. Sorry, sorry, sorry.

Is there anything on earth...
- Oh, my God.

I can do to make you
give up this role?

Sorry, man. No.

But it was nice meeting you.

I'm actually--
I'm gonna duck out.

This play is just so long, right?

I'll tweet that you left.
[clicks tongue]

- What?
- I'll tweet

that I saw you, Lukas Gage,

walking out of the AIDS play.

- You wouldn't dare.
- Really?

I haven't fucked in months, Lukas.

Who know what I'll do?

[bell chimes]

Your move, Gage.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

Fine.

I'll just stay and watch.

- [grumbles]
- Gentlemen, please.

It has been settled.

We shall call
this land "America."

Wow. 1776.

We're more than 200 years
before AIDS even started.

[snoring]

And remember, you can leave
any time you want.

I won't say a word.
- Nope.

I actually like
that we're in 1776,

and I'm so excited to see

how it all connects
back to AIDS.

Like, I wanna be seen
as an adult.

What do you mean?

Your bare armpit
was in "Rolling Stone."

Yes, millions of girls,
and let's be honest, boys,

have seen you as an adult.
- By my team.

I wanna make my own decisions.

So you don't think
we make good decisions?

Shuli, my second album
was released

on the day of the insurrection.

- That's a good point.
- Yeah, that was a full whiff.

Our ancestors' ancestors.

[applause]

Thank you for coming
to "8 Gay Men with AIDS:

A Poem in Many Hours,
Part Two."

Hey, your hair's
not in your pony.

Oh, uh... must've fallen out

while I was sleepin'
so damn hard

through this AIDS play.

Oh, yeah. Makes sense.

Good thing
the play's over now, right?

Join us tomorrow night
for "8 Gay Men with AIDS:

A Poem in Many Hours,
Part Two, Chapter Two."

[all groan]
- Man, what?

Sorry, I gotta work
tomorrow night.

This is your job now.

Welcome back. Good evening.

Here we are. Night three.

Which is fine.
Whatever they need.

Of course.
I didn't say otherwise.

I didn't say
you said otherwise.

[grunting]

Good morning, Lukey.

We're in caveman times now.
That's right.

This AIDS play

is at the literal dawn of time.

So you gotta ask yourself,

how does this connect to AIDS?

And more importantly, when?

I guess we'll just have
to wait and see.

Yes, we will.

- [snoring]
- [grunting]

- [sighs]
- So if Chase

is going to be with her,
we need to be ready

to tell the press about her.
- Okay.

Well, Pam, why don't you tell
us more about you?

Like, who is Pam?

Um, my favorite color
is purple.

- Okay, what if we kill her?
- Streeter, no.

Chase, what do you see in Pam?

She's kind. She's pretty.

She makes me laugh.
Like, ask them

what you asked me
when we first met.

Okay, would you rather

poop out your mouth

or eat with your butt?

Oh, my God.

[sighs]
I guess eat with my butt.

That's beautiful, Tiny.

The world is at once
new and old.

Knowable and yet...
- Wait, who is this woman now?

I don't even know
what time we're in.

That's because they've
stopped doing times, Lukas.

I think we might be
in no time at all.

[chuckles]
- Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.
- No! Look--no.

Streeter, listen.

If you eat with your butt,

you can never go
to restaurants.

- Yep.
- Final answer,

poop out my mouth.
- But then you taste

poop every day?
- No.

'Cause your tongue
is in your butt.

Ahh.
Chase, this is a disaster,

but I like the girl.
Makes me think.

- Thank you.
- Brooke, shouldn't you get

back inside
before Lance wakes up?

Yeah, yeah. But hang on.

Like, your tongue
is in your butt now,

right, Pam?
- [speaking native language]

Oof, and now she's
starting the Kaddish?

I think we're in
for a day four,

maybe even a five.

How do you like
the taste of that?

Okay, fine.

He can have the fuckin' part.

I just--
I can't take it anymore.

I know it's important.
I just--I've seen this

so many times.
- Shh.

People are trying to sleep.

Fuck. [groans]

[woman chanting]

B?

What the--

- [laughs]
- Where is the tongue?

- Would it taste--
- The aftertaste

would be ugh.
- Hey, B.

What's goin' on out here?

Oh, I, uh...

I--I was just thirsty.

Yeah, and I--I came
to get a drink of water

and I--I ran into Shuli.

Are you back in the industry?

No. No.

I do good now.
Remember? I love trees.

Don't lie.
You can tell the truth.

Okay, fine.

The truth is...

I'm having sex with Shuli.

Yeah, it's a Holland Taylor/
Sarah Paulson thing.

Am I Holland Taylor?

Okay.

Okay.
- No, wait. Come on.

No, wait. No, come on. I just--

- No. Don't worry about it.
- Lance, I--

- It's all good, B.
- No, I--

look, I was having sex
with Shuli,

but it's--it's over.

It's in the past.
- All good, B.

Lance!
[door opens, closes]

Welcome.
Welcome back to day four.

- [clears throat]
- You know,

my boyfriend's in this.

Yeah, he just got cast
in a movie too.

I'm not sure when it films,

'cause he's
always in character,

but I'm gonna break
into his email tonight

to find out.
Then we can finally have sex.

Ticket, ma'am?

Maybe it's because
I've been here

for four days,

but that made no sense to me.

Yeah, no, it does make sense.
[scanner beeps]

Good afternoon.
At today's performance,

the role of Larry
will be played by Rob Moss

because Lucas Lambert Moy
is shooting a film.

Thank you so much
and enjoy the matinee.

Wait, what? It's today?

Oh, shit. It's only two scenes.

Sorry, do you know
where he's shooting?

Well, actually...

[hangers clack]
- [sighs]

Okay, I'm not getting ready
for this AIDS play

until you talk to me.

Like, I don't know what
you want me to say, all right?

Me and Shuli
were sleeping together.

And I'm--that's--
- Oh, God.

Just shut the fuck up.

- What?
- Enough with the lying.

Just fucking stop it, okay?
Please.

Okay?

Fine. Okay. I just--

I have been embarrassed
to let you know this,

but I don't like trees.

What?

I don't wanna do
the tree thing.

Okay? I don't care about trees.

And it makes me feel like
there's something wrong with me

because all these people
that I work with

fuckin' love trees.

But it's just not...
in me or something?

Like--like,
I think I hate trees.

Okay, who gives a shit?

If you don't like trees,

then find something else
you do like.

But that's the problem, okay?

I already did.

Like, I liked being a manager.

But then the last few years,

everyone started trying to find

something more meaningful
to do,

but I had just done that.

Being a manager
was meaningful to me.

Like, I liked it.
I was fuckin' good at it.

Then that's great?

No, it's not,
because I can't do it

without feeling judged
all the time.

By who? Who's judging you?

You! You're judging me.

Whoa. Whoa, what?

- Quiet all around.
- Quiet all around.

And we are rolling.

[pants] There they are.

I'm here, Lucas!

I'm coming to fuck you, baby.

And cut!

- No!
- That's a cut.

No, no, no.
Please tell me

Lucas Lambert Moy
has not wrapped.

Holy shit.
What the fuck is this?

No, it's okay.
I'm totally normal.

My boyfriend is just
always in character

so I'm coming here
to have sex with him real quick

before he wraps this role

and goes back
into this other role

where we can't.
- Actors make me so sad.

But you're in luck.
The director may need

to go one more time
after lunch.

He's gonna watch playback
to decide.

Yeah. Yeah. Great.

Oh, my God.

Yeah, this--this is bad.

Yeah, you can't use this.

Let's just go again
after lunch.

Yes.
- He's happy.

So that's lunch
and a picture wrap

on Lucas Lambert Moy.

What? No!

No, no, no. [sobs]

Sorry, buddy.

But I--I have to ask,

what exactly was the plan here?

To... have sex
with my boyfriend.

Yeah. But then what?

I mean, doesn't it suck
to never be able

to talk or connect with him
in any way?

I don't know. Could be wrong.

[sighs]

Oh, my God,
are you serious right now?

I'm judging you?
That's what you're tellin' me?

Yes, like, nonstop
while you're off doing

all your brain surgeries.

First of all,
that's not remotely

what nurses do,
and I've told you

a thousand times,
I don't judge what you do, B.

Jesus with this shit.

[chuckles] No, no.
Yes--yes, you do.

You do judge me.

Like, last month, remember,
at the bar,

when you and your friends
were all laughing

and you said that my job can be

"a little dumb sometimes."

And I quote.
- What?

Okay, if I did say that,

I was probably just agreeing
with you.

Also, all jobs
can be dumb sometimes.

Well, you did.
You did say it.

And I just--I can't unhear

the judgement in your voice.
- Oh, my God.

Give me a fucking break, dude!

You don't feel judged
by me, Brooke.

You don't.
And you know you don't.

You have judgement on yourself

and you're makin' this
about me.

I have been nothing
but supportive of you.

You say you wanna be a manager?

I say, "Hell yeah.
That's great.

I love my girl as a manager."

But then you don't believe me.

So then you say
you wanna do trees.

I say, "Great.
Hell yeah, girl,

do those trees."

And then you're mad at me
for supporting the trees.

It's like--it's like I can't
fuckin' win with you.

'Cause you never should have
let me do the trees, Lance.

Like, you know me
better than anybody,

and yet you let me quit a job
that I love

to go plant fuckin' trees?

You should have
fuckin' stopped me.

You kept saying
it's what you wanted.

And it's not my fucking job

to make you be honest with me.

Okay, well, that is
a very interesting point

so... fuck you.

Listen, during the pandemic,

all I did was listen to my gut

and decide to do something
that made me happy.

That's all I did.

You're the one who's makin'
this constantly about you.

You don't care at all
about my job

except how it relates to you,
how it makes you feel.

And it's exhausting, dude.
Like, what about me?

I want a partner too.
I want somebody

to show up for me,
to support me.

Not just someone

who's always thinkin'
about their own bullshit.

And if you do have a problem,

you need to fucking talk
to me, B.

But instead
you spin and you spin

and you dye your hair,

and you sneak out on me.

Like, we're engaged, dude.

I'm your ride or die.

But maybe that's the problem.

You know
I'm not goin' anywhere,

so it just gives you
this permission

to just treat me like shit,

to lie to me, to test me,

to always be in your head

instead of just listening to me

or be a good partner to me.

And I deserve that, B,

'cause I'm
a good fuckin' person.

[chuckles]

Yes, that's been made
very clear.

Okay, cool.

Very cool, B.
- What?

That's what you have to say
after all that?

I--well, I'm just saying,
we get it, you're good.

That's all I'm saying.

Okay, well, if we can't talk,

then I don't know
how we do this.

Well, maybe we don't do this.

Okay, yeah. Maybe we don't.

[sighs]
Go fuck yourself, Lance.

[door opens]

- [slurps]
- [sighs]

Hey, um, I was curious
if we could talk,

like, out of character
for a second?

I just--the way
this is going now, with us,

isn't working.
People are right.

It's weird
I don't actually know

the real you.

So, what,
you're gonna leave me

while I have HIV?
- Okay, no.

No, that's not
what's happening here.

I mean, if anything,
I'm thinking of leaving you

because you don't have HIV.

Also, I thought
the doctors said

they "didn't know what it was"?

Stop it.

Lucas?

Was that you?

If you're going, go.

Okay, no.
See, I don't wanna go. Okay?

So what if we do this,

you get out of character
for one night

and we just talk and laugh

and maybe we order pizza.

Do you--do you like pizza?

And then you can
just pop back into character

and no one will be the wiser.

Okay, please?
I--I really want this to work.

So just give me
a reason to stay, I'll stay.

[coughs]

Okay.

I guess I'm gonna go.

You can just let yourself out whenever.

[keys jangle]
[sighs]

Oh, flower delivery
for Mr. Lambert Moy?

- Yes.
- Okay, yeah.

Thank you.

"Congratulations
on your Tony nomination

"for Best Actor.

"Think of me
for your future projects.

Your fan, Debra Messing"?

You got nominated
for a full Tony?

[sighs]

[sighs]

[knock at door]

[knocking continues]

Hi.

This is so dumb,
but can I stay here tonight?

Of course.

You always
have a place here at...

"Daddy's house."

The bedrooms are upstairs.

Thank you.

[door closes]

[chuckles]

Oh, my God.

Oh, you chose Cary's room.

That's okay.
You want something to eat?

Capri Sun? String cheese?

PB&J?

You know, I--
I will take a PB&J,

if you don't mind.
No crusts, please.

Comin' right up.

[Chris Doney's
"Magical Journeys"]

[somber music]

♪ ♪

[sobbing]

It's just--it's over.

I can't believe
it's actually over.

I know.

I--I'm sad your mom and I
broke up, too, sweetheart.

[whimpers]

♪ ♪

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