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PRIEST: Grant that,
through this mystery,

your servant
Theodore Marcus Graves,

who has gone to his rest
in Christ,

may share in the joy

of his resurrection.

Forgive whatever sins

he committed
through human weakness,

and in your goodness grant him
everlasting peace.

How do we still not know
what happened?

I can't get anything
when it comes to the police.

I'm a leper. I'm sorry.

PRIEST: "His line is gone
out through all the earth.

"In them hath he set

a tabernacle for the sun."

...who has gone to his rest
in Christ...

(muffled exclamations)

[♪♪ ♪♪]

(voices whispering indistinctly)

(Sam coughing)

(gasps)

NURSE: Wait. Don't do that.
Stop, stop.

SAM:
Hey, what are you doing?

I'm trying to keep you
from pulling out the IV.

Billy.

Hey.

You're... you're not a nurse.

How do you know?

You never asked me
what I did for a living.

But then again,
it was hard to hear anything

from under that leather hood.

No.

Hey, no.
No. Ah!

Fighting with my nurse won't
improve your condition, Sam.

Theo?

I prefer Doctor.

I see you were admitted
with Pneumocystis pneumonia.

It's a pretty serious infection

caused by
a fairly common fungus.

What?

It usually resolves on its own,

but your immune system

- doesn't seem to be responding.
- (labored breathing)

- No.
- I need...

I need to see a real doctor.
Just get me out of this dump!

Hey.

Unfortunately,

this is the only hospital
that would see you.

People are afraid of this thing.

They're afraid of you.

[♪♪ ♪♪]

[♪♪ ♪♪]

I'm glad you're on your feet.

It's hard for me
to see you like this.

You were always so vital.

(man coughs)

So were you.

Theo, I don't know what happened
to you that night.

I didn't kill you, did I?

Did you intend to kill me, Sam?

I don't think so.

That should've been
an easy answer.

What about the others?

The others?

The other lives you devoured.

You spent a lifetime looking
away from the consequences

of your actions,

but everything catches up
to you in the end.

Where are you taking me?
I don't like this game.

Do you remember when I told you
that something was coming?

That I could feel it?

- Yes.
- Well...

that something's here.

Oh, Christ, that smell.

No, I don't want
to come in here.

No one else will, Sam.
That's why you have to.

Come on.

(coughing)

What happened to him?

He was admitted
about a month ago

with the same infection
you have.

(groans)

Who is that?

THEO: That's Danny, Sam.
Don't you remember Danny?

The first guy we opened
our relationship up to.

Danny.

He used to be so beautiful.

THEO:
And more than that,

he was a very talented writer.

I knew that.

He wrote a one-man play.
It was...

really good.

He had a kind of flair.

Did you go see it? The play?

No, no, he-he got me tickets...

but, no, I didn't go.

And you never
brought it up again, did you?

Danny thought
you had seen the play, Sam.

- He thought you didn't know how to tell him that you hated it.
- What?

I never told him
that he didn't have talent.

Well, you didn't tell him
anything, Sam,

and that's the impression
that you left.

(groaning in pain)

Oh, my God.

Oh, God. Help him.
Theo, help him.

- There's no use, Sam.
- Somebody help him!

There's no one there
to hear you.

SAM:
Why did you bring me here?

Isn't that what you do?
You show things

to your clients that
they've never seen before.

- Things they'll never forget.
- This is not my fault.

Come on. There's more to see.

Stewart.

THEO:
He was sick before he met you,

but he didn't know it yet.

The doctors don't understand
why he's wasting away so fast.

He was fine
when we were together.

- Better than fine.
- Was that before

or after you wouldn't let him
out of the cage?

I was coked up, Theo.
I got carried away.

I have always pushed the limits.

"I, I, I."

Look beyond yourself, Sam.

What about him?

(muttering)

I shouldn't be here.

He doesn't know it's you, Sam.

- Give him a kiss.
- What?

He needs compassion.

I'm sorry.
You've asked the wrong person.

It's not my place.

It's everyone's place
to show love, Sam.

Please, Theo.

I'm so tired.
I need to get to my room.

That's where we're headed.

This is not my room.

It is, Sam.

Go inside.

How long have I been here?

Long enough to be forgotten.

SAM: I would never
be left to rot like this.

There are people who love me.

It's one thing
to be celebrated, Sam.

It's another thing entirely
to be loved.

You've surrounded yourself
with beautiful people

who loved beautiful things.

But those beautiful people...

They don't have a taste
for this kind of beauty.

What happened to me?

Your immune system
continued to decay,

and your body lost
all ability to fight off

even the smallest infection.

The lesions on your skin,

those are nothing compared

to what's happening
inside your body.

What about medication?

I'll pay. I don't care
how much it costs.

There's no cure for this.

(coughs)

Money can't buy
your way out this time.

(choking)

Do something. Help him.

Help me. Do something!
I can't die like this.

I don't deserve
to die like this.

Theo, do something! Help me!

Please.

Help me.

Somebody help me.

Hello?

Hello?

Where am I?

What's happening?

Where am I?

Hello?

What's wrong?

Being locked in a cage
isn't as comfy

- as you imagined it to be?
- Get me out of here.

No, no.

We're gonna have a little fun.

Hmm...

Ooh.

What's this?

Gone fishing?
(Clicks tongue)

Judge all you want.

Gives a lot of people pleasure.
You wouldn't understand.

No, I wouldn't understand
such grotesque extremes.

It's people like you who make
the world hate people like me.

Says the gay hit man.

You don't know
anything about me.

You and I are not
that dissimilar.

We're both deeply misunderstood,
but there is

one big difference.

I don't believe that my pain

is greater than everyone else's.

[♪♪ ♪♪]

It's one thing
to indulge in a fetish.

It's another to enjoy
torturing people.

SAM: I give pain to
people to take it away.

HENRY:
Bullshit.

You inflict pain

because you are in pain.

- (grunting)
- Pain given is pain experienced.

There's an art
to the pain I give.

Not like this.

He's hurting him, really.
Make him stop.

So it's different
with someone you love?

Who is this man, Sam?

(man cries out)

- I don't want to see him like this.
- HENRY: Look at him.

Sam, look at the man
who caused you the most pain.

- Acknowledge your father's presence.
- SAM: No!

Stop!

Is this where
all the violence began?

Please... (sobbing)

Make it stop!

(whipping stops)

HENRY:
Ah...

Is this another link
in the chain of violence?

Who is this?

SAM: My first boss when
I worked on Wall Street.

HENRY (laughs):
Oh, yes. You so

badly wanted the approval
of those cavemen.

They were never
gonna accept a faggot

like you into their league.

I worked harder than anyone

at that firm.

I was smarter and faster
than all of them combined,

and they still made me
feel so small,

so worthless.

You left finance
and you became a collector.

Hoarding art and men and money

just to show
those Wall Street boys.

No one was ever gonna
take away my power ever again.

- (crying)
- You can't blame me

for having some self-respect.

Is that what you call this?

(screaming)

(grunts)

(grunting)

I'm not afraid of you.

I am the one

- who should be feared.
- HENRY: Ooh.

So defensive.

Is that how you talk
to your God?

Get me out of here!

HENRY:
Time to face him, Sam.

Your fear. Your chaos.

Your shame.

Your shadow.

(Sam grunting)

HENRY:
Avoiding him now

is only gonna
make it more painful.

Help! Let me go!

(waves crashing)

(seagulls calling)

(seagull screeches)

[♪♪ ♪♪]

HENRY:
Sam,

you can't outrun him.

You're too slow.

(screaming)

(grunting)

The darkness always wins.

(cries out)

(crying)

All we can ever do

is...

transcend.

[♪♪ ♪♪]

[♪♪ ♪♪]

[♪♪ ♪♪]

HENRY:
Well done, Sam.

Well done.

[♪♪ ♪♪]

(siren wailing)

(monitors beeping)

(Patrick coughs)

[♪♪ ♪♪]

(Patrick gasps)

Your IV drip is empty.

When was the last time
the nurse checked on you?

(grunts, coughs)

Okay, shh, shh.

(grunts)

Goddamn it. Where is everyone?

- (faucet handle squeaks)
- (water running)

I'm bringing you water.

- You got it?
- Mm-hmm.

Okay.

There you go.

There you go.

Okay?

Okay.

(kisses) Okay.

I... picked up your meds.

(knock on door)

Mr. Read.

It's about time.

Where the fuck is everybody?

His drip is empty, and when
was the last time he was fed?

Can you give us
the room, please?

GINO:
Anything that you have to say

to him, you can say to me.
I'm his lover.

If you're not a relative,
then it's against

- the hospital policy...
- Oh, come on.

He can stay. Please,
he can stay. He can stay.

Fine.

Please sit.

Come sit down.

(sighs) We've, uh,

gotten back
your retinal imagining, and

unfortunately the
cytomegalovirus has completely

detached both retinas
from the backs of your eyes.

So, what-what does that mean?

The blindness is permanent.

But, I mean, can't you operate?

It's a, it's a, it's a

detachment, so you just,
you reattach it.

AIDS patients aren't eligible
for these kinds of operations.

They're not eligible?

(stammers) Even if he was,

it's a complicated procedure.

You know, this is what
you people always say.

It's always too complicated.
You're a doctor.

DOCTOR: If you don't
have any other questions,

I will leave you two alone.

GINO: Oh, I have
plenty of other questions.

When is a cure coming?
Why isn't it here yet?

You should be
ashamed of yourself.

This is a fucking horror.

(weakly): Gino...

can't you just be here with me?

I'm scared.

You want some applesauce?

I got the good kind,
the kind with the cinnamon.

Okay.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

(sighs)

Okay.

(sighs)

Here we go.

Okay. Okay, here we go. Right...

there, right there.

Fuck.

Oh, fuck.

(swallows) Oh, shit.

Ugh...

I want you to sell
my life insurance policy.

There's a cash reserve.

It'll pay for my funeral.

Come on, come on,
don't talk like that, Patrick.

- This...
- No, no, no, no, no, no, come on.

If you don't sell it,
it'll just go to my parents.

I don't want that, okay?

I don't want it to go to them.
I want it to go to you.

Please.

- Okay. I promise.
- Yeah?

Mm-hmm.

I love you so much.

Okay, all right, here.

Uh... help.

(labored breathing)

(coughs)

Help me, please.

(groans)

Shit.

(groaning)

Ow. (Grunts)

(grunting)

[♪♪ ♪♪]

Anybody?

(crying)

(panting)

(grunts)

Hello?

Nurse?

Nurse?

Somebody there?

Hello?

Who's that? Please.

Speak up, please, please.

BARBARA:
Open your eyes.

They are open.

Look at me, Patrick.

(quietly):
I can't, I can't...

[♪♪ ♪♪]

I can see.

I can see.

I can s-see... I can see you.

I can see.

You cried when
you saw me in this.

(sobbing)

Are you here to punish me?

No.

Sweetheart...

There's nothing left of you
to punish.

I'm here to help you see.

[♪♪ ♪♪]

(siren wailing)

[♪♪ ♪♪]

BARBARA:
Do you remember this?

GINO:
Hey. Downtown Native.

You gonna tell me
what happened here,

or am I gonna have to
figure it out myself?

Okay, do me a favor
and mind the line.

All right, all right,
all right, all right.

- I'll mind it.
- Gino.

The day after Halloween, 1980.

It was the day
you two first met.

We were still married,
but you were unhappy.

All right, now your turn,
what's the story?

Okay, sauce box.

The story is, the kid fell
from the fire escape.

Oh, that explains the mess.

PATRICK: He threw himself
out the window high on PCP.

GINO:
An angel on angel dust.

- Right.
- There's got to be another way out.

People like us.

We just need
someplace to go, right?

How do you mean?

Somewhere to go.
Do you want to...?

What?
Do I, do I, do I want to what?

There was something
about his swagger.

I'm Gino.

Don't keep me flapping too long.

[♪♪ ♪♪]

BARBARA:
August 1977...

There was a holdup at a bodega

and your partner
shot the suspect.

(grunting)

Here we go, here you go.

(panting)

He was gonna shoot first, right?

- Right, Patrick?
- Right.

You did the right thing, Steve.

We'll take the report later.
Go get him cleaned up.

- PATRICK: Yes, sir.
- STEVE: Oh, God.

Oh, God.

Come on, it's okay, come on.

BARBARA: Steve shouldn't
have pulled his trigger.

You had things under control.

STEVE:
What have I done?

Now there was blood
on your hands.

You know what? I'd...

I'd have done exactly
the same thing, buddy.

Really.

BARBARA:
A lie.

But you already knew how shame
could break a young man.

You got a, uh...

Behind your ear...

(muttering)

Come here, come here.

Okay?

BARBARA:
You could be so tender

when you let
yourself be, Patrick.

[♪♪ ♪♪]

What the hell?

BARBARA:
It was either you or him.

More blood down the drain...

PATRICK:
Fuck away from me, faggot!

MULCAHEY: What the
fuck is going on in there?

He just, uh, he came onto me.
He was kissing my fucking face!

Get out of here, Read. Go!

It was a violent lie.

One that wounded you both.

The shame. The lies.
The violence.

(water shuts off)

It's a cycle, Patrick.

MULCAHEY:
Get the fuck out.

BARBARA:
You didn't start it,

but that didn't stop it from
breaking you into pieces.

(whirring)

PATRICK:
Oh, God.

(groans)

I can't do it.

WHITELY:
Almost. You're close.

Just make the parts fit.

I don't want to.

Neither did I.

But I did it to help people.

To help people like me.

People who needed my help
because no one else would.

But it's so... ugly.

Oh, here we go.

So what?

The scars are not attractive?

Maybe you could
cover them up, then.

You'll be all right.

Hide them under a uniform.

[♪♪ ♪♪]

Put on the head.

Ugh. Never mind.

I'll do it myself.

[♪♪ ♪♪]

This is you, Patrick.

You were botched up,

just a mess of a person

throwing yourself down
all those escape hatches.

You gathered up all those pieces

and put yourself back together
over and over again.

Why did you keep doing that?

Did it make it stop?

What?

That pain.

The pain that made you tear
yourself up in the first place.

Your body will keep
reminding you of it

until you face that.

Face what?

This, son,
is a snub-nosed revolver.

Easy to handle.

Powerful for its size.

Plenty of people met God...

PATRICK:
I really don't want to be here.

You need to face this moment.

- I remember what happens.
- (gunshot)

Now... your turn.

Show me your stance, son.

Good.
Get the target in sight.

Hold steady, then shoot.

You're not hitting the target

because your grip
isn't firm enough.

Huh, you what they call that?

- Limp wristing.
- Yes, sir.

(can clatters)

So, how about it?
Are you a limp wrist?

- No, sir.
- Then prove it.

Don't you want to wear a badge

like your old man
and your grandpa, huh?

Make us proud.

Steady your aim

and hit the goddamn
target this time.

Come on.

Goddamn it!

Your sissy little limp wrist
is gonna get us killed!

Goddamn it.

I didn't know if he was
reloading for the target

or for me.

I can do it.

Do what? Huh? This?

- (high-pitched ringing)
- And this? And this?

And this?

(muffled):
You can't even handle the sound.

Think we had earmuffs
on Okinawa?

Huh, cover our ears
like little girls?

Had to fire and fight because
it was kill or be killed.

We're done.

(thunder rumbling)

It's worse than I remember.

(monitor beeping steadily)

(labored breathing)

Gino.

Hmm?

(weakly):
I'm glad you're here.

I wouldn't want to be
anywhere else.

I'm sorry.

- No.
- I'm so sorry.

No, no, no, no, no, no.

You don't have anything
to be sorry about.

I don't know...

what's real.

I know.

It's the sickness, baby.

It's okay, I got you.

(groaning)

Okay, I got you.

It's okay.

[♪♪ ♪♪]

♪♪ Ooh... ♪♪

♪♪ Ooh... ♪♪

GINO:
I'm here. I'm here.

I've got you.
I've got you.

(shushing)

♪♪ A desert road ♪♪

♪♪ From Vegas to nowhere ♪♪

♪♪ Someplace better ♪♪

♪♪ Than where you've been ♪♪

♪♪ A coffee machine ♪♪

♪♪ That needs some fixing ♪♪

♪♪ In a little café
just around the bend ♪♪

♪♪ I am ♪♪

♪♪ Calling you ♪♪

♪♪ I am ♪♪

♪♪ Calling you ♪♪

♪♪ A hot, dry wind blows
right through me ♪♪

♪♪ The baby's crying ♪♪

♪♪ And I can't sleep ♪♪

♪♪ But we both know
a change is coming ♪♪

♪♪ Coming closer, sweet release ♪♪

(Patrick groaning loudly)

♪♪ I am ♪♪

♪♪ Calling you ♪♪

♪♪ I am ♪♪

♪♪ Calling you ♪♪

(rapid beeping)

(flat lining tone)

[♪♪ ♪♪]

♪♪ I am ♪♪

♪♪ Calling you ♪♪

♪♪ Ooh ♪♪

♪♪ Mmm ♪♪

♪♪ I know you hear me ♪♪

♪♪ I know you hear me. ♪♪

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