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Fellow Travelers...

I'd like to offer you
a temporary desk

here at The Post.

It might be best
if you avoided

the newsroom's facilities
for now.

You like
working for your hero?

The Washington elite

look down their noses
at McCarthy.

And I know
his tactics are rough.

You're on McCarthy's
Enemies List, sir.

I got nothing to hide.

We all have
something to hide.

He's so unhappy,
and no one knows why.

Hawk, I can't bear
being this happy.

Army's bringing charges.

Me and Roy,
using the power of our office.

You've got to get rid

of that little Jew
and his pervert friend.

Give this to Schine.
No one else.

What is it?

That stupid,
alcoholic Mick

isn't gonna fire Roy Cohn.

- Where's Tim?
- The hospital.

He had a seizure.

It's bad.

Tim Laughlin.

- Who?
- Laughlin, Laughlin.

He, uh... He came by ambulance
maybe half an hour ago.

Do you need to see a doctor?

Oh, for Chrissake!

Excuse me, sir.

♪ tense music ♪

You shouldn't be here.

It's all right. Come on.

Come on.

- Hey, Jimmy, how you doing?
- Hey, Hawk.

Listen, Leonard Smith
hasn't been home

the last two nights.

I'm guessing
he's on a bender.

You seen him?

Threw him
out of here last night.

Causing a ruckus.

All right, do me a favor.

Sit on him if he comes back.
I'll check in later.

Sure.

Hey, neighborhood's
crawling with cops.

Looks like a crackdown.
Be careful.

I'm always careful.

♪ Speak low ♪

♪ When you speak love ♪

♪ Our summer's day
withers away ♪

♪ Too soon, too soon ♪

♪ I feel wherever I go ♪

♪ That tomorrow is near ♪

♪ Tomorrow is here ♪

♪ And always too soon ♪

♪ Time is so old ♪

♪ And love so brief ♪

♪ Love is pure gold ♪

♪ And time, a thief ♪

♪ Where-- ♪

Police! Police!
Nobody move!

This is a raid!

- Go! Now!
- Let's get outta here!

Everyone,
stay where you are!

- Come on!
- Come with me!

Break it up! Everyone out!

- Let's go!
- Let's go! Out!

Come on! Let's go!

Hey, wait.

Right!
Stop where you are!

Halt!

Frankie! Frankie!

- Move it!
- Come on!

Marcus! Marcus!

Searched three precinct houses
before I found him.

Thanks, Frank.

Anybody tip off the papers?

Not that I know of.

We need to get our hands
on the arrest record.

Between you and me.

- I'll see what I can do.
- All right.

You know
how much it's gonna cost

to get your record buried?

If I can manage to do it.

What do you care?

It's my father's money,
not yours.

Your father will never hear
about this, you understand?

Here, wipe your face.

- Hey.
- Hey.

What time is it?

Almost 5:00.

You said you were
gonna be an hour.

What happened?

Like I told you.

Lucy was at her friend's,
and her car wouldn't start.

Sent her home in a taxi

and had to wait
on the tow truck.

- I should go.
- What?

Oh, I've got
a big day tomorrow.

Jean wants me to sit with her
in the hearings.

Mmm.

And watch her husband
being grilled

rather than
doing the grilling?

Hey.

We still have an hour
before it starts to get light.

You know, you've been
rather sweet lately.

Your Honor, I stand before you
accused of being sweet.

♪ sentimental music ♪

I have been
informed that these requests

made by Cohn,
working for Senator McCarthy,

requests made
on Schine's behalf

for special assignments,

have never been matched
in the history of the Army.

Private Schine's
work with us

fighting communists
and subversives

required these requests.

He has proven tireless
in his efforts

to protect American interests.

Counsel for the Army,
Mr. Welch.

You may proceed
if you wish.

We commend Mr. Schine for
his tireless service, Senator.

However, a fur-lined coat,
custom boots, steak dinners,

working from a penthouse
in Manhattan,

all while being
on active duty.

Was this all necessary

for Private Schine's
important work?

Do you think Cohn will fall on
his sword for his boyfriend?

I hear
he does that every night.

Mr. Welch,
do we want to argue for weeks

about whether or not
David Schine

wore shoes that fit him,

or do we want to investigate

communist infiltration
among military personnel

at Fort Monmouth?

Committee's special counsel,
Mr. Jenkins.

Do you have any questions for
Senator McCarthy or Mr. Cohn?

Indeed I do, sir.

Mr. Cohn, how long
have you known Mr. Schine?

I would say about two years.

And in all fairness, Mr. Cohn,
isn't it a fact

Mr. Schine is one of
your best friends?

We all have our best friends,
Mr. Cohn.

There's no criticism
of you on that account.

Of course not, sir.

We all have
friends whom we love.

I do.

And your relationship
with David Schine has been

very, well, close for the
past two years, hasn't it?

Yes, sir. He is one of
many good friends

I am proud to have.

Have you known him socially?

I have.

- Have you visited in his home?
- Yes, sir.

Has he
visited in your home?

Yes, sir.

Well, perhaps you've
double-dated together.

There's no reflection on
anything about that, Mr. Cohn.

I'm just...

You're both single men,
as we generally understand it.

We have been
on double dates, sir.

Welch and Jenkins and that
bastard Senator Smith,

all those things that
they're insinuating about me,

it's bull, okay?

I don't need
anyone's special favors.

I didn't need Mr. Roy Cohn
to get into Harvard, did I?

Look at this.

Stevens asked me
for this picture.

The Secretary of the Army

asked to take
this photograph with me.

No, David,

I asked Secretary Stevens
to take that photo with you.

When I heard he was visiting
the base, I called him.

I thought
it would make you happy.

Don't worry
about Welch and Jenkins.

They're just...

They're just lawyers.

As for Smith, he's not gonna
be a problem much longer.

How do you know?

I just do.

Trust me.

- I'll get us out of this.
- You better.

♪ sinister music ♪

♪ suspenseful music ♪

Mr. Cohn.

Senator McCarthy
is asking for you.

How long
were you standing there?

Not long.

So I had a visit today

from Senators Bridges
and Welker,

close allies of McCarthy's,
as you know.

Go on.

They claim
Leonard was arrested

for some sordid business,

and they'll expose it
if I don't resign.

- And what did you say?
- I showed them the door.

Why, it's clearly
some malicious lie.

A rumor.
I can't take it seriously.

Luce, would you
give us a moment?

I'm not leaving.

It's not a lie.

About a week ago,
Leonard was arrested

during a citywide crackdown.

Arrested for?

Commission of obscene
and indecent acts.

He was caught
in a public restroom

- servicing another man.
- That's enough.

Christ.

Uh, did they
show you anything?

An arrest record,
a witness statement?

No, nothing like that.

Then they don't have
any hard evidence yet.

For now,
tell Welker and Bridges

that you'll back off McCarthy.

And if it comes to it,

you'll vote against
expelling him from the Senate.

Impossible.

It's just to stall them.

Until we locate the record
and have it destroyed.

Hey, Luce.
Are you upstairs?

I can't find my keys.

For God's sake,
just keep him outta here.

I can't look at him now.

Sir, I will do everything
in my power to bury this,

but it will be expensive.

As much as it takes.

This comes out,
I'm ruined.

What about Lenny?

Hmm?

They say it's...

It's a compulsion.

What's to stop him
from doing it again?

And getting caught again?

There are places
that help men like him.

I'll look into it.

Just thinking of him
like that...

so thoroughly disgusts me.

Don't blame yourself, sir.

Poor Leonard.

He's just one of
nature's mistakes.

I didn't know you smoked.

We all have our secrets.

When I was in Madrid,

I met two gentlemen
at the Prado.

They called themselves
traveling companions.

We struck up a conversation
about Tiepolo.

They invited me to dinner.

They were well traveled
and so charming.

At some point, one of them
allowed his hand

to rest on the hand
of his friend.

I must have been staring

because he quickly pulled
his hand away.

Our eyes met.

And I'll never forget
the look on his face.

And I remembered that
I'd seen that look before.

On Leonard's face.

He can't help what he is.

No one would choose
to live with all that...

shame.

Hey.

Here.

- I'm a mess.
- No.

No, you are not a mess.

You're not a mess.

Here's the photograph.

Now, how soon can you
get this back to me?

Hey, shut that door.

♪ suspenseful music ♪

As I recall,
you were recommended

to Senator McCarthy

by one of
Senator Smith's donors.

Is that correct?

Yes, sir.

What do you think
of Whining Wesley?

Or do you prefer
Sanctimonious Smith?

I respect Senator Smith.

Oh, you've switched sides.

No, sir.

I still believe
in the anti-communist cause.

You know, we've heard
his, uh, son is a faggot.

That true?

That he was arrested for it.

Sucking cock
in a public toilet.

That's the rumor that's
going around Washington.

Is it true?

I wouldn't know.

I think you would.

Know, I mean. I think
it's very possible you know.

Wha...

Thank you for the package,
by the way.

The one you gave to Mr. Schine
around Christmas time.

The one with
the interesting materials.

Just curious.

Where'd you get it?

Uh, somebody left it
on my desk.

Oh. Kid.

You're a terrible liar.

You should work on that.

Any word on the arrest record?

Frank, is there any chance
they beat us to it?

Mr. Fuller,
someone to see you.

I'll call you back.

That Tim Laughlin from
Senator McCarthy's office?

I can handle him,
hon. Thanks.

Today is not a great day
to break the rules.

Roy Cohn followed me
into the bathroom last night.

Cohn asked about Smith.

And did I know
that his son was a faggot.

- Listen, I have a meeting--
- What was in that envelope?

The one you gave me
at Christmas?

Roy thanked me for it.

You have some chocolates, okay?

My secretary brought them in.

She's trying
to fatten me up.

Hawk, I'm not leaving
until you tell me.

That envelope
contained a letter

from Corporal Daniel Cherney
stating that McCarthy

got him drunk
and sodomized him.

And giving it to Schine...

Stuck McCarthy, Cohn
and Schine together like glue.

Putting Senator McCarthy
in the situation he's in now.

Very good, Skippy.
You're learning.

Did Cohn ask
about the envelope?

I said
someone left it on my desk.

What?
That's not plausible, is it?

Why would he put it
on your desk

when Schine's office
is ten steps away?

I guess I don't lie
as easily as you do.

Then you won't survive.

It's funny.

Cohn said
more or less the same thing.

Well...

Thanks for coming.

I was glad you called.

I thought
maybe you forgot about me.

This is a lot less intimate
than the Cozy.

Frankie,
I can't go back there.

Oh.

The owners
have upped their bribes.

You can come back.
It's safe.

It's not.

Not for me.

My father's
a brilliant pianist,

classically trained.

He wanted to play
in an orchestra.

Now he's stuck behind
a counter selling shoes.

Ever since I started writing
and making a living at it,

he reads every word.

When he sees something
of mine in the paper,

I know I'm going
to get a call from him

telling me how proud he is.

Do you know
what it means for him

to see my byline
in The Post?

So you're not gonna go out?

Not gonna fall in love?

I just want
to be honest with you.

Do you like my nails, Marcus?

Allen, that busboy
from the bar,

he painted them for me.

He even did my toes.

Just a gloss, though,

since I was coming
to see you in the park.

I should have let him
paint them red.

That's what I really wanted.

♪ pensive music ♪

Look, Luce,
they have tennis.

Maybe I'll finally nail
my backhand, huh?

Huh.

What did you tell Mother?

That your drinking's
gotten out of hand,

and you're going to
a nice place to dry out.

Hmm.

That's only half a lie,
I guess.

I try not
to lie, Leonard.

Oh, but you do,
sister dear.

You just don't know it.

I told Welker and Bridges
I'd take it easy on Joe.

For now, at least.

And they didn't
press you on resigning?

No.

Then they haven't found
Leonard's arrest record.

So it's over?

No, sir, it's not over.

Trust me, there's
a desk sergeant out there

willing to sell the record.

DC cops have a thriving
business in that market.

We just have
to get to it first.

Well, look at us.

Down on our bellies,
crawling through the mud,

just like the men
we think we're better than.

You are better, sir.

This will be
good for you, son.

Son?

I stopped being your son
the day he showed up.

The sad orphan,
the tennis star.

A goddamn war hero
for Christ's sake.

The son you thought
you deserved.

Your son.

I never had a chance.

We should get going.

And Father, whatever
disgusting thing I am,

you made me this way.

He's right, Hawk.

You took his place.

And I let you do it.

♪ somber music ♪

Mr. Cohn, did you
or did you not tell me

you had
documentary evidence

in the form of a photo

to substantiate your defense
against the Army?

Yes, sir.

Has this photo
been submitted to evidence?

Yes, sir.

As to the particular charges
about threats

that I had supposedly made...

How'd you get in?

A Washington Post press pass
carries a lot of weight.

...persuasions
that had been attempted

by myself on Schine's behalf
for special privileges.

I told you, sir,

that I have
very substantial proof

that such threats
were never made nor necessary.

Proof, which I hold up now.

This photo shows
Private G. David Schine

with Secretary Stevens
at Fort Dix.

Secretary Stevens was not only
most solicitous of Schine,

but was in his company twice.

And it was he,
Army Secretary Stevens,

who asked to be photographed
with Private Schine.

That is what I told you,
and that is a fact.

So I ask, why would I need
to use my influence

to gain special privileges
for Private Schine

when he does so well
on his own?

That photo, it's not right.

How so?

I was in their office.
I saw it. It's different.

They doctored it?

Are you gonna tell someone?

Senator McCarthy should know.

What makes you think
he doesn't?

Ladies and gentlemen, please.

Please let
the hearing proceed.

The successful
treatment of homosexuals

depends on their willingness
to face what they really are.

Many of them
become so skilled

at camouflaging
their true natures,

they begin to think
they're normal.

Oh.

So they believe
they're normal men, like us?

They really do.

And they live even more lonely
and isolated lives.

- Hmm.
- Hopping from one

sexual partner to the next,

like frogs on lily pads.

But you can change them?

With a combination
of aversion therapy

and intermittent
electroconvulsive treatments,

we see progress
in some cases.

Shock therapy?

But it's a small price to pay
to be sane and happy.

Don't you agree?

Shall we get
your friend settled?

One more thing.

Leonard's family believes

that he'll have
a better chance of being cured

if he's placed
in a secure environment.

I can assure you
our facility is quite secure.

Yes, but we believe
he will benefit

from limited contact
with the outside world.

He runs with
a very disreputable crowd.

No calls in or out,
no visitors.

Our policy exactly.

They're ready for you.

You know what
I've been thinking about?

I can't imagine.

That first summer

when you started spending time
at our house,

we went camping
by that river.

One at the end
of the Billy Goat Trail.

Yeah.

It got dark.

We drank some of
my mother's mint schnapps.

Oh, God.

- That stuff was awful.
- Yeah.

Then we jacked off together
by the fire.

All boys do that.

Normal men grow out of it.

I thought about telling
my father about you.

Tell him what?

Some sad, twisted fantasy
you created

in your perverted brain?

Why don't you tell him?

No, I'll tell you why.

Because you know
he'd never believe you.

You're right.

He wouldn't.

He'd always take your word
over mine.

You're gonna be okay.

Won't be so bad in there.

I don't care.

I need to be free
of this thing.

Mr. Smith.

I want to be cured.

Yes, just this way.

We'll get you settled.

You can't see what's
happening, can you?

Welch, Jenkins,
the Red-loving press,

they are painting you
with the same brush

they use on Roy and David.

Smearing Roy and David's filth
all over you and your cause.

- Why can't you see it?
- See what?

All this hullaballoo
because Roy likes the kid?

They're pals.
What's the harm?

Men need the companionship
of other men.

Women can't understand.

Oh, I think I do understand.

Why didn't you fire Roy
when you had the chance, Joe?

Why have you stuck with him?

Let him drag you down?

What does he have on you?

Men from Wisconsin
don't turn on their friends.

You would think
a man from Wisconsin

would know how to get
his wife pregnant.

You learn to knock on
the doors of your superiors.

What is it, Tim?

Senator, the photograph

of Mr. Schine
with Secretary Stevens.

What about it?

Roy did something to it.
He changed it.

What are you trying to do?

I thought you'd want to know.

Do you know
that I was once voted

the worst senator
in Washington?

It's true.

Another man might have
heard that and crumbled.

But not me.

I went to Wheeling,
West Virginia.

I remember the day,
February 9th, 1950.

Colder than
a witch's left tit.

Gave a speech
to a bunch of ladies

who could barely recite
their A, B, Cs.

Do you know what I told them?

I told them 205 employees
of the State Department

were known to be members

of the American
Communist Party.

Known not suspected. 205.

Where'd I come up
with that number?

Who knows?
Divine intervention, I reckon.

Do you know what those
broads did when I finished?

Got on their damn feet
and applauded.

And now I'm one of the
most powerful senators

in the history of our nation,

one of the most powerful men
in America.

So, Tim, what exactly
did you want to tell me

about some
fucking photograph?

♪ unsettling music ♪

Operator, get me
Senator Bridges' office.

Where do we stand with
our friend from Pennsylvania?

I'm going to need that vote.

Roy knocked the stuffing...

At least they know we're not
going to lie down and take it.

Welch has a Red on his staff.

We've known about it
for weeks.

We made a deal
to keep him off the table

as long as Welch doesn't get
into Roy's service record.

Can I help you?

I'd like to see Mr. Welch,
the Army's lawyer.

He's not here at the moment.

Can you give him this?

It's important.

Looks like
Cohn's pulled

a rabbit out of his hat.

Marcus,
what can I do for you?

I wanna cover
the Senate beat.

Well, we've already got
reporters covering Congress.

But none of them
have the access I do.

I spent a couple of years
developing sources.

What, with janitors
and security guards?

I did an excellent job

covering the Senate
for the Courier.

Yeah, but that's a, uh...

Uh...

A what?

A Negro paper.

Or do you prefer Black now?

Honestly, I can never keep up
with what you people want.

Stan, get back to work.

I only quit the Senate beat

because of a dust-up
with Cohn.

But he can't lock out
a reporter from The Post.

I wanna keep you
on the city desk for now.

Well, you know what they say.

Real change comes slowly.

Real change is what
white people talk about

when they don't want anything
to actually change.

Mr. Welch,
do you have a point of order?

Yes, sir, I do.

Earlier this week,
a photograph was produced

by Senator McCarthy
and Mr. Cohn as evidence

of Private Schine's
close relationship

to Secretary of
the Army Stevens.

Before we question
Private Schine,

I would like to offer
this picture

as the original,
unaltered piece of evidence

that we received from
Secretary Stevens' office.

Private Schine, do you
recognize this photograph?

Uh, yes, sir.

It was hanging in my office.

And can you tell me
the circumstances behind it?

Uh, Mr. Stevens,
the Secretary of the Army,

asked me to stand next to him
for the picture.

And as a result of that
request, what did you do?

I obeyed, sir.

In this
original photograph,

who is the man
on your immediate right?

That is Colonel Bradley, sir.

I should be there.

You're right where
you should be, sir.

Out of the line of fire.

Well, Mr. Schine,

do you have any knowledge
of the circumstances

under which the picture of
Colonel Bradley was omitted?

No, sir.

So, in this
altered photograph,

you alone with the
Secretary of the Army,

I would ask whether
you'd ever seen this

particular photograph
until now.

I never
saw this print

before these hearings, sir.

You had nothing to do
with its being altered?

No, sir.

Are you insinuating

that evidence
was tampered with?

We merely show two pictures

with obvious
man-made differences, Senator.

That is a hefty accusation.

It is, indeed.

So if this photograph
wasn't altered,

where'd it come from,
a pixie?

If counsel could,
for my benefit,

define what a pixie is.

You might be
more of an expert on that.

I should say, Mr. Senator,

that a pixie is
a close relative of a fairy.

Shall I proceed, sir?

Have I enlightened you?

Let's let
the hearing proceed.

Shouldn't you be
at the Senate?

Mr. Welch,
you have no proof

that this photograph
was altered

by anyone
on this committee.

This all sounds like
pure conjecture on your part.

The fact remains
that Secretary Stevens

asked to meet with
Private Schine and express--

Hey.

You're not supposed
to be in here.

What the fuck?

Goddamn it!

I'm scheduled
for questioning tomorrow.

I'm going to deny everything.

After, you and I
should confront

the lying press together.

Dave.

I'm not coming in tomorrow.

I got you a three-day pass.

I am going to New York
to spend time with my family.

David, we're going
to get through this.

We are not going
to get through anything.

You and McCarthy
are facing charges.

Not me.

I am not like you, Roy.

I'm normal.

♪ melancholy music ♪

Hawk.

Quit... Quit my job.

I had to.

Can we go upstairs?

- I'm going out.
- Out hunting?

Take me with you.

- You wouldn't enjoy it.
- No, I'd be with you.

Everything's gone, Hawk.

I don't know what to believe.

I just... I knew
I needed to see you.

I should have left you alone.

And I am so glad you didn't.

Please,
just take me upstairs.

- Skippy.
- Take me upstairs.

Skippy, listen to me!

I don't want you to read
about it in the papers.

I'm going to ask Lucy Smith
to marry me.

♪ melancholy music ♪

Dad.

It's after 2:00.

Look at this.

Where was this?

Paisley, Pennsylvania.

My first campaign.

Talking to striking
coal miners.

Trying to give them some hope

that people in Washington
care about them.

Look at Lenny,
how innocent he was.

I got a call this evening
from Senator Welker.

They found
Lenny's arrest record.

There's no compromising now,
they've made their ultimatum.

If I resign,

they'll keep Lenny's
arrest record under wraps.

Governor Fine
will replace me

with a Republican
and McCarthy ally,

and that might be the vote
McCarthy needs

to hold on to power.

And if I don't resign,

they'll release
Lenny's arrest record

to the press
tomorrow afternoon,

in time for the
evening editions.

I doubt your mother

will show her face
in public again.

And Lenny...

when he comes out
of that hospital,

even if he's cured,

what chance will he have
to live a normal life?

This will hound him
for the rest of his days.

And it will be my fault.

I will have destroyed him.

Twice.

What are we going to do?

Well, you are not to worry.

You and Hawk have each other.

You'll be fine.

We'll all be fine.

♪ suspenseful music ♪

The United States

has long been
a symbol of freedom

and enjoyed
well-earned respect

as the greatest democracy
in the world.

But our democracy
is under attack

by those who at times
preach loudest,

hoping to sow fear
within our imperfect

but always striving union.

A union defined by ideals

which we hold
to be true and self-evident,

that all men
are created equal.

But truth is now in question.

The truth has been
replaced with fear.

It is fear
which rots the bones

of our American body.

If we do not have good men
and women seeking truth...

Present arms!
Order, arms!

...then we do not
have America.

Stand by.

Ready.

So strive for truth.

Ready. Aim.

Reach out to your fellow man.

Fight for the
promise of America.

Fire!

Ready.

Aim. Fire.

Ready.

Aim.

Fire.

♪ melancholy music ♪

You're here.

Surprised.

I wasn't going to come,

but curiosity got
the better of me.

Glad it did.

Thanks.

Aren't you nervous

someone from The Post
might see you with me?

I don't think I have
much of a future at The Post.

I wasn't happy doing the work
they wanted me to do.

And I've received a few calls
from a new publication.

Jet magazine.

Not a huge readership, but...

I look out
at that damn city

and can't help but think about
what it denies us.

I'm gonna write about that.

The things that matter.

So what are we going to do?

I'm gonna drink
this damn coffee.

I'm going on the road
with Storme.

The Jewel Box Revue.

Up and down the East Coast.

But when I come back,
I'd like a place of my own.

Not a room over a bar,

but an apartment
with a bathtub and a kitchen,

and someone
waiting in it for me.

Striking.

Your nails.

Do you like them?

They're growing on me.

In the aftermath
of the hearings,

Chief Counsel Roy Cohn
has resigned

from the committee.

And Senator McCarthy,

his approval ratings plummeting,

faces censure or even
expulsion from the Senate.

May I come in?

Got your
letter of condolence.

It meant a lot. Thank you.

I'm due at Fort Dix
in two days.

I'm not gonna wait for you.

- I want to take you somewhere.
- Hawk.

Come on.

The Army owns your body now.
I can't steal you from them.

- Or can I?
- No.

- You can't.
- Then give me an hour.

One hour.

Where are we going?

You trust me?

Don't answer that.

Come on.

♪ pensive music ♪

Hawk, I'm sorry
about Senator Smith.

I know you loved him.

There isn't much good
and decent in this world.

He was good.

And decent.

Skippy.

I didn't raise my boy
to be a soldier.

I have to go.

I have to get over you.

Yeah.

You do.

Hawk.

Promise you won't write.

I won't.

- Okay.
- Yeah.

There you go.

There you go. You can
lean on me if you need to.

Thank you.

Skippy.

♪ pensive music ♪

♪ Mama, I have something
important to say ♪

♪ Yes, I know
you didn't plan for me ♪

♪ Turning out this way ♪

♪ Well, you didn't
fail me, Mom ♪

♪ And I don't
love you any less ♪

♪ Because for me
it's just a matter ♪

♪ Of what suits me best ♪

♪ Well, I know
it's hard for you to take ♪

♪ And it's nothing
you would brag ♪

♪ When your first-born ♪

♪ Turns out to be gay ♪