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♪

[club music plays]

♪

They were afraid to touch him.

Can you get it from sweat?

♪

Woo!

Hey, Frankie.

Do you have a Walkman?

Yes.

I just bought one.

I love it.

The music always fits whatever you see, like a soundtrack.

Real cheddar isn't orange, this is dyed.

So?

Did you know they put wax on apples too, to make 'em shiny?

I put wax on this guy once.

First he had me burn his chest hairs off.

- With what? - Matches.

Then I dripped candle wax all over him.

And he paid me.

I didn't ask him to. He just did.

How much?

Hundred bucks.

Thinking of doing it again.

Dripping wax on a hairy guy?

Having sex for money.

Why would you do that?

For money.

A, you have a job that pays, and B, that's not a good idea.

A, I have a job that pays thirty weeks out of the year,

and why isn't a good idea?

'Cause you'll get something.

Like what?

No, thanks.

You shouldn't be afraid of a little dye.

It won't kill you.

Open your eyes, asshole.

♪

So let's do it again, right away.

♪

What?

What's wrong?

No idea.

Can you dry off a little?

Yeah, sure.

- He said he has a cold. - I'm fine!

- He said he has a cold. - I'm fine!

Sorry.

Forget it.

From the top.

♪

The same thing happened at Parker Dance.

People didn't want to touch Malcolm.

You know... Malcolm.

But you can't get it from sweat, can you?

Jennifer won't eat in the Castro anymore

because she thinks it could be like hepatitis -

in the food.

There's a test for it now.

There is?

Yeah, it's new.

It's a blood test.

But if you had it and they found out,

they could do something with the information, couldn't they?

Like what?

Like a quarantine, or put your name on some list?

I don't think so.

It's supposed to be confidential.

And you believe that?

That's what I read.

Hey, cut it out! What is wrong with you?

What is wrong with you?

Jesus, Todd, what are you? 12?

I'm not the one who looks like a little boy.

[music blares from headsets]

[music plays in next room]

Tyler?

Yeah.

Have you seen any mice lately?

Not lately.

I think I just saw one.

Shit.

Maybe we should get those glue trap things?

I just filled another hole.

Shoulder blades?

Mmm, partnering.

[sighs]

You miss those skinny SFB girls?

Not the one who farted all the time.

She was 17 and hadn't menstruated yet.

It was sad.

[groans]

[moans]

Do they work?

Hmm, kind of.

Hands are better, though, right?

Definitely.

We should...stop.

[sighs]

♪

Hey, Frankie!

Hey... Hey!

What?

I'm sorry I said what I said.

You have a totally hot body.

You think?

Maybe I should sell it and make a little extra cash.

Oh, wait... Only a fucking moron would do that.

Wow.

♪

[music stops]

Where are your socks?

I forgot them.

Maybe someone has a pair you can borrow.

There's a thought.

I have some.

Show me Egon Schiele into Flamingo.

Do the dive again.

I don't care who you fuck...

I care how you dance.

Dance like a fucking man.

Think about what that might mean physically,

in your feet, in your hands, in your neck.

[sighs]

Okay, ten!

It does look kind of gay.

And you make it look straight?

Fuck you.

You need help!

Help him.

It looks good.

- Yeah? - Yeah, just one thing.

When you come out of Disco Rice into this, watch the head.

Don't let it go all the way.

It's just a thing, you know?

It makes it look more manly.

It's the same when you laugh.

If you laugh like this... it looks gay.

But if you laugh with your neck straight, you know.

And if you laugh with a dick in your ass, it looks...

[all laughing]

All right, we're back.

Great.

Why is it called Disco Rice, anyway?

Disco Rice is what garbage men call maggots.

[hissing sound]

[both chuckle]

♪

♪

Going black!

[speaking in Portuguese] Bom dia.

Boa tarde.

Boa tarde.

You on tonight?

I'm just warming up.

He's such a good boy.

Leave him alone.

Look at these.

Hickeys?

Yup.

Who gave 'em to you?

Some guy.

Does he have a name?

Probably.

I hope you didn't charge him.

Ladies and gentlemen,

this is your onstage call for After Dark.

The call is onstage for After Dark, please.

Let's do it!

Woo!

The call is onstage. Onstage for After Dark, please.

You'll go on. Don't worry.

Yeah, but...when?

♪

♪

Just what is wrong with Rock Hudson?

Tonight, the 59 year-old actor remains in a Paris hospital

undergoing tests, but the nature of his illness

has become clouded in mystery and confusion.

Yesterday, it was reported that Hudson

had liver cancer and possibly AIDS.

But today, the hospital denied the cancer story,

and said nothing about the AIDS rumor.

A spokesman just said Hudson was tired.

[news audio] Good evening, everyone.

We certainly had beautiful weather over the weekend.

The temperature right now...

I've been feeling a little dizzy lately.

Dizzy?

Not dizzy, exactly.

Uh, more like I try to stabilize myself and I can't.

Like I've lost my inner balance or something.

- Headaches? - No.

Trouble with any kind of motor activity?

No. Um, just when I try to stand still.

I can't stand still.

We can do a test on your inner ear.

Sometimes a virus can linger in there

and affect your balance or cause a ringing sound.

A virus?

Like the flu, or a common cold.

In the meantime, I want to give you a prescription

to help with the dizziness.

It's Valium. It's very mild.

Okay.

[music blares from headsets]

[music stops]

[music blares from stereo]

♪

[operatic music plays]

♪

[mouse squeaking]

You okay?

I threw away a mouse.

I have 'em, too.

How do they die in those things?

Do they starve to death?

There's poison in the glue. It eats into their flesh.

Oh, my God.

They can break off a limb, too, trying to get free.

The old-fashioned kind, the ones that snap their backs,

those are less cruel.

How paradoxical.

What?

Nothing.

Hey, I'm Bill, by the way.

Frankie.

I've seen you. You live back there.

Yup.

Is that your flier down there? Do you have any stuff left?

I do.

You want to look?

This is nice.

Looks good.

Suits you.

- May... - Yeah, sure, go ahead.

Hi.

Do you, uh, do you mind?

No, go ahead.

These are fabulous.

Try 'em on.

You want some?

No, thanks.

Yeah, I think they fit.

Let me see.

Whoa... [laughs]

- What are you doing? - Just looking.

These are okay.

A little loose in the waist.

Wait.

[gasps]

- I tried not to. - Why?

Um, how much do I owe you... for the clothes?

Let's see, the sweater and the pants and the shirt,

uh, 30, no, 25... 15.

I... I'll give you 20.

Deal.

I have a bag.

♪

[phone ringing]

[answering machine beep]

Hey, Frankie, it's Tommy.

Listen, Sergio hurt his back, and Jerry doesn't want

to change the program for tomorrow.

So if you know it, you'll do it.

Call me to confirm you got this.

Tommy?

Tommy, hi, it's Frankie.

Yes.

Yes, I know it.

Okay, I'll be there.

Thanks.

♪

[speaking in French] Merde.

Thanks.

You're not supposed to say thanks.

Merde.

Merde.

Merde.

- Shut up. - Hey.

You're gonna be great.

[scattered chatter, chuckles]

Ladies and gentlemen,

this is your onstage call for After Dark.

The call is onstage for After Dark, please.

♪

[applause/cheering]

Nice job, Frankie.

All right.

- Thank you. - I'm so happy for you.

Thank you.

Oh, thank you.

Told you.

Woo!

That was good.

You were good tonight.

Thank you.

It's kind of anticlimactic not being in the last piece.

Not for me.

Why don't you quit,

if you don't like doing it anymore?

'Cause I don't know how to do anything else.

You could go to beauty school.

[chuckles]

Eat my shorts.

Seriously, have you thought about what's next?

There is no next.

Die young, stay pretty.

Why do you say stuff like that?

'Cause I don't think saying it makes it happen,

superstitious boy.

I am superstitious.

"Your candle burns at both ends.

It will not last the night.

But, ah, my foes and, oh, my friends,

it gives a lovely light."

[laughs]

You are such a dweeb.

Thank you.

[laughs]

Hey, what are you doin' tonight?

I don't know. I'm just gonna go home.

You want to get high?

- Pot? - No.

What?

[both laughing]

No!

Yes! That's what it's about.

Jerry says it's not about that.

What does he know?

He made the dance.

It's about anonymous gay sex.

That's why I had to butch it up.

That's why...you know,

it's...it's so that it doesn't look gay.

You said it is gay.

It denies it's gay, it's a metaphor.

I don't know what a metaphor is.

A metaphor?

It's like--

No one wants to see a boy dance like a fairy.

That's why you had to butch it up.

Thanks a lot.

You know what I mean.

[sighs] I do.

I am a fairy.

[laughing]

I am Cobweb.

You are Crazy Man.

Crazy Man isn't a fairy.

Whatever, book boy.

It's a play, not a book.

- Whoa. - What?

Check it out.

Oh, my God.

What?

It's like I saw into his soul.

There was so much need.

He made himself look good, and he went out and he...

he's hoping to find it.

It?

Love.

Fuck.

They shouldn't call this drug ecstasy.

They should call it empathy, I'm feeling really empathetic.

Let's go to The Stud.

Yeah.

It's 4.20.

You got it? Thanks, Frankie.

What do you want to come down here for?

What?

I said, what do you want to come down here for?

Nothing down here but a bunch of human garbage.

[club music blares]

♪

Hold this for me!

Your friend gets a lot of attention.

He's very popular.

[chuckles]

I'm Walt.

Like Whitman?

Like Disney.

[grunts, groans]

There's a test for it now.

There is?

♪

That's crampy.

Yeah?

Just close fifth.

I can't. My thighs get in the way.

Tondue.

Now bend your knee just a little, as you close.

See?

That's cheating.

Who cares, if it looks good.

Try the lift?

♪

[applause]

[news audio] The new AIDS test went into use for the first time today.

San Francisco's Irwin Memorial Blood Bank

began routine testing of all new blood donations

for the presence of antibodies to the AIDS virus.

Blood bank officials emphasize that while the test will help

protect the blood supply from AIDS, the test itself will--

- Thank you. - Yeah.

Hey!

Tammy asked me to move in with her.

Tammy?

My girlfriend.

Oh, right.

And I said I would, so I am.

Okay.

So I wanted to tell you before the first,

'cause it is 30 days notice.

Fair enough.

So is Tammy your girlfriend, girlfriend?

Yes.

Okay.

Uh, I almost forgot.

I...got you something.

It's your replacement.

I didn't know wood cracked when you put water in.

It's plastic.

It won't crack.

Thanks.

Hey, Walt Whitman, this is Frankie Avalon.

I, um, was just thinking

that even though we live in different centuries,

maybe we should still, you know, have dinner.

This is a terrible message, but you should call me anyway.

Wait a second.

Why?

Because.

What have you got over there, handcuffs?

[chuckles] No.

Oh.

It's what they're saying we're supposed to use.

I know, I heard.

I couldn't believe it when I read it.

It seems so antiquated.

Yeah.

I just thought it was something we should try.

I have got to get out of this city.

Would you really just leave?

Yes.

Hey, Walt!

Tyler?

♪

Is it really confidential?

We've put a system into place,

where we keep two separate files.

One file will have all your medical information and history,

and the other file is just gonna be the test

and a series of numbers that's completely anonymous.

If any situation were to ever arise,

government agency, employer, insurance company,

ever wanted to pull the test information,

it has no attachment to you or your history.

There's been a lot of misinformation.

And I want you to know, that no matter what,

I am never going to let that information be released.

No matter what.

How long for the results?

Two weeks.

I want to do it.

Okay.

It was a large room full of people, all kinds.

And they had all arrived at the same building

at more or less the same time.

And they were all free.

And they were all asking themselves the same question:

What is behind that curtain?

♪

[door squeaks open]

[trap snaps]

You were born...

And so you're free...

So happy birthday.

- Hey. - Hey.

Have you seen Sergio yet?

No, mmm-mmm.

It was nice performing with you.

You were good...

Pretty good.

Merde for tonight.

Merde, yeah.

I'm not dancing, but yeah.

Are you okay?

[sighs] Just tired.

You gonna watch tonight?

From the wings.

Ladies and gentlemen,

this is your onstage call for After Dark.

The call is onstage for After Dark, please.

One last time.

♪

[applause]

Bravo!

[applause]

Woo!

Woo!

[phone rings]

[phone continues ringing]

[answering machine beep]

Hi, this is Frankie.

Leave a message after the beep, and I'll call you back -

probably soon.

[machine beeps]

Hey, Frankie, it's, um, it's Walt.

I, uh, I've tried you a couple times

and I've gotten your machine...

[six consecutive beeps]

...and, uh, I know this isn't something

I should leave on a message,

but I wanted to let you know before I left town, I, um...

I took that new blood test,

and it, um, came back positive.

Um...

I know that's a little scary, but...

don't be scared.

Or do be scared.

I mean, we're all scared, right?

[Walt sighs]

Anyway, I'm sorry to leave this on your machine.

I just thought you should know, that's all.

Okay.

[phone clicks, machine beeps]

♪

Are there any fish in here?

[chattering]

Can I ask you something?

What?

Are you really... not straight?

Yeah.

Aren't you scared?

- Jesus, Todd. - Jesus, Molly.

Hi.

Hi.

You're wasted.

That's news, film at 11.

My lap is your pillow.

Don't get a boner.

You wish.

Tommy said they're buttfucking.

- Jennifer! - It's what he said.

It's too bad.

We need to find you a real man.

And what's a real man?

One with hair on his titties.

Ew.

Are you out to your family, as like gay or whatever?

Please.

I haven't been home in ten years.

Wow.

Do you know what scares me most?

What?

If I get...

Get what?

I can't say it.

If you get sick, that's how your family finds out.

You come out by dying.

My mother won't even drink the communion wine

because she read somewhere that you can get it that way.

Fucking Catholics.

Press my temples.

Stop that. [chuckles]

Mmmm...

That's nice.

That's it?

[deep breath]

So...Frankie.

The test came back positive.

[gasps]

Wh-- What?

[clackety-clack of train]

Frankie...

The test came back negative.

[sharp inhale, exhale]

It's okay.

[sobbing]

I'm sorry.

Don't be.

♪

[machine beeps]

Hey, Todd, it's Frankie.

You know what? Fuck art, let's dance.

[club music blares]

♪

Oh!

Oh, Jerry would love that.

[both laugh]

Dance like a man.

I don't want to.

But you've got to.

♪

I am Crazy Man!

- I'm Crazy Man. - Yes, you are.

But you would never really sell yourself, would you?

Not now...

Book boy.

Earth to book boy, not now!

Oh, my God, I was worried about you.

Well, don't be.

I took that fucking test. It came back negative.

What? It did?

You seem surprised.

You do.

Yeah, big surprise. The slut isn't dying.

You are not a slut.

I am a slut.

- I'm a slut! - No.

Hey, I'm a slut!

They don't care.

I took it, too.

♪

We should have sex.

What?

Maybe we shouldn't.

I'm tired... I'm going to sleep.

Do you remember that movie,

"Looking for Mr. Goodbar," with Diane Keaton?

Yeah.

There's that scene where she's having sex with this wimpy guy,

and he pulls out a condom and she just laughs at him.

It's so ridiculous.

She blows it up like a balloon.

[chuckles]

Have you tried them?

I bought some.

Me, too, I haven't used them yet.

Me neither.

[laughs]

If we don't have it, what's the point?

Rehearsing?

[chuckles]

I think I have it inside out.

Roll it the way it goes.

No kidding.

Oh, my God.

These things are going to end sex forever.

[heavy breathing]

Do you want to fuck me?

Yeah.

Wait, move down a little bit.

[chuckling]

Okay.

Is it still on?

Yeah.

You okay?

- You okay? - Yeah, sorry.

It's okay.

[heavy breathing, moaning]

Hey.

Morning.

Do you know where my cigarettes are?

They're probably in your coat.

I hardly ever sleep with anyone my own age.

Almost my own age.

Yeah, me neither.

I wonder if there's going to be this, like,

wave of monogamy because of all this?

Well, I mean...

It's one way to be sure, right?

I guess.

It seems so unnatural, though, just being with one person.

It's like some sort of massive unnatural challenge.

It's like a test.