All language subtitles for the-normal-heart-yify-english

♪ Fixed and Synced by
bozxphd.Enjoy The Flick ♪

Please prepare to
exit the ferry.

Attention, on deck. We are now
arriving at Fire Island Pines.

All right, welcome to
Fire Island, everybody.

Please take care, exit slowly.

Those steps can be wet.

Also double-check you
have all your luggage...

Have a good day.

- Hey, Weeks!
- Hey, honey.

How you doing?

We're doing great.

Here we are!

What are you guys doing?

Hairy is out. Your
turn, teddy bear.

No. No. I love my teddy.

- Calvin Klein would not approve.
- Oh.

The baseball game is on and my
summer has officially begun.

The thing is he
actually means it.

- Hey, baby.
- How are ya?

- You want a beer?
- Nah, I've already had a couple.

Nice stripes, Lieutenant. Hot.

Oh, please. Captain.

Just got back from the reserves.

You know what they say. Once a
month, I get to play a real man.

Ooh. I haven't seen you
at the gym lately.

Bruce!

- Your turn, Bruce.
- What? What?

Brucey, please. Don't embarrass
our house at the beach, hon.

Uh-oh.

You gotta do it.

You know what they say, Ned.
If you can't beat 'em,

Join 'em!

That's my guy-

Craig was miserable when
you weren't interested.

Now look, he's got
Robert Redford.

It shows you there is a god.

How's John?

- John?
- John.

Oh, John! No, I'm
with Gregory now.

We're celebrating our
15th month anniversary.

Fifteen... That's a long
time for you, Mickey.

Oh, please! We're lovers and we live together.
It's not like we're faithful to each other, too.

He's not even Jewish.

Don't tell my rabbi.

- Oh, my God.

- Hey, Weeks! You suck!

Why do you even come here anymore?
We don't want you.

You made us look
terrible in your novel.

Look around you.
Sex is liberating.

All I said was having so much sex
makes finding love impossible.

Do not put your failure to find
someone on the rest of us.

Neddy!

- Ow!
- Oh, jeez.

Oh, my God!

Guys!

Hey, what happened?

- Are you okay?
- I'm okay.

I just got a little light-headed.
I got myself up. I'm fine.

I think I just got
a little dizzy.

Does he seem okay?

Happy birthday to you

Happy birthday to you

Happy birthday, dear Craig!

Happy birthday to you!

Blow!

He's good at that!

I fucking love this place!

Hey, Ned!

Come on. Please?

I sold you a ceramic pig once at
Maison France on Bleecker Street.

I'm Sanford.

Yes, I remember.

Somebody I was friends
with then collected pigs

and you had the biggest pig I'd
ever seen outside a real pig.

They just keep getting
bigger and won't go away.

I'm her 20th case.

And six of them are dead.

Hey, Ned, won't be a minute.

Hey, Buzzy, I didn't
know you worked here.

- Who are you?

Uh, Ned Weeks. I spoke to you
after The Times article.

Come in. Take your clothes off.

I only came to ask
some questions.

- You are gay, aren't you?
- Yes.

Take your clothes off. Don't be nervous.
I've seen more men than you have.

To answer all of your
questions, I don't know.

I've never seen or heard
of anything like this.

Have you had any
of the symptoms?

Most of the shit The Times said,
amoebas, gonorrhea, hepatitis.

You don't know what it's been
like since the sexual revolution.

What makes you think I don't?

Any fever, night
sweats, weight loss?

Don't I wish.

No.

And purple lesions?
Open your mouth.

It's a cancer.

There's a strange reaction
in the immune system.

It's collapsed.

Won't fight, so the diseases most
of my patients are coming down with

are brought on by germs
that wouldn't hurt a baby.

Ticklish.

At least not a baby in
New York City, anyway.

I mean, the immune system is the
system we know the least about.

So where's this big mouth
I hear you've got?

Is big mouth a symptom?

No. It's a cure.

This seems to only be
happening to gay men.

Buzzy says you are well-known
in the gay community

and not afraid to
say what you think.

-- I can't find any gay leaders,

and I call gay organizations,
no one ever calls me back.

Dr. Brookner, no one with half a brain
gets involved with gay politics.

- There's no room for criticism.
- What's your criticism?

I hate that we play victim when many
of us, most of us don't have to.

Then you're exactly
what's needed now.

Maybe they're just waiting
for someone to lead them.

I don't want to lead them.

What exactly are you
trying to get me to do?

Tell gay men to stop having sex.

Do you think that this cancer
is sexually transmitted?

I think it is, yes.

Can I prove it yet? No.

Do you realize that you're
talking about millions of men

who have singled out promiscuity as
their principal political agenda?

How do you deal with that?

Tell them they may die.

- Where?
- Down the hall! Down the hall!

It's not that simple.

It's more complicated than that.

They think sex is all they have.

Mr. Weeks, if having
sex can kill you,

doesn't anyone with half
a brain stop fucking?

You can go. I'm not finding
what I'm looking for here.

- Where is she?
- Open up!

- Where? Where?
- Right in that room.

- Easy! Easy!
- Just put him up on the table.

Up here.

Just try to hold him.

- Baby!
- Easy! Be still.

- Can you tell me what happened?

We were meeting him outside. We
turned the corner, he just collapsed.

Jesus!

Hey, get the fuck
outta the street!

Baby!

Oh, my God.

Help!

- Who's the lover? lam, ma'am.

- What's your name?
- Bruce Niles.

- Brookner, I need a
room immediately.

Niles, you were
Reinhardt's boyfriend?

Yes, ma'am. How
do you know that?

He died three weeks ago.

They wouldn't even
let me say goodbye.

Not even let me
kiss him goodbye.

He's dead?

I'm so sorry.

It can happen this fast?

N just did.

We have to do something.

No one else will.

What are we supposed to do?

You make these assumptions
on the basis of 46 cases!

You wanted to know what I think.
This is what I think.

You are all going to
infect each other.

Now only a few of you have.

Unfortunately, we can't
tell yet which ones.

Long before we isolated
the hepatitis viruses,

we knew about the diseases they
caused and how they got around!

Where are the medical journals?
The Times?

I sent my first report to the
medical journals over a year ago.

Excuse me, how do you know
what you're looking for,

real quick, if you don't know
what you're looking for?

I'm sorry. I guess
that's a dumb question.

No, it isn't.

It's the smartest question of all
and the hardest one to answer.

Doesn't common sense tell you
you should cool it for a while?

Why not?

It doesn't leave much
to look forward to.

What if it turns out
that you're wrong?

Let her speak!

The worst that could happen would
be that you cooled it for a while.

No! Excuse me! Excuse me!

That is not...

Excuse me. That is not the
worst that will have happened.

Guys will become
frightened of sex,

they will lose our self-respect
that we fought very, very hard for.

We will be scapegoated
worse than ever.

The world will think
we're carriers

and the moral majority will
have even more of a field day.

I am not coming back until
that bitch on wheels is gone.

Wait! I see more cases each
week than the week before.

Half of all my patients die.

Okay, I hope she winds this up, 'cause I've
got a tiny little orgy in New Rochelle.

Where's the health department?
Where's the Mayor?

Shut the fuck up, John.

Oh, you shut the fuck up, hon!

What were the numbers?

ls every gay meeting like this?

Half these people just
showed up to get laid.

Quiet! Quiet!

We're starting a group! We're
starting a health crisis group.

We're gonna meet here again.

Next time bring
some fucking food!

Hey, hey, hey. That's not nice.

- Welcome to gay politics.

Yeah. I'm very late for an important
meeting with Craig Claiborne.

He's expecting me.

Hi, Felix Turner.

- And you are?
- My name's Ned Weeks.

You're very cute.

You caught me at a rough moment, all right?
I have a deadline.

The First Lady's coming to town.

I've been told you're gay.

And you might be able to help me get
some vital information in The Times.

You've been told?

And who was it who told you?

Oh, honey, everybody's
talking about it.

Why does everyone gay think
that I run The New York Times?

I can't help you with this.

I'm sorry to hear that. What
would you suggest I do?

Take your pick.

I got 23 parties, 37 new
restaurants, 12 new discos.

Listen, I can't get anyone
here to write another article.

I've talked to half a dozen reporters and
the guy who worked on the first piece.

Mr. Leather? Yeah, no.

No one here will write
about it, and I can't.

Look, we're very
compartmentalized.

You wouldn't want science to
write about sweaters, would you?

It's a very peculiar feeling

having to go out and seek support from
the straight world for something gay.

I wouldn't know about that.

I just write about gay designers
and gay discos and gay chefs

and gay models and gay rock stars and
gay celebrities and gay everything.

I just don't call them gay.

Isn't it time you start?

- Look, I really do have a deadline.
- Hmm.

- And you wouldn't want me to get fired.
- Hmm.

Would you?

Guys like you can be
a pain in the ass.

- You in the book?
- Yes.

Hi, guys. Give to gay cancer?

Hi, give to gay cancer?

No? Hi, give to gay cancer?

Hi, sir...

Hi, give to gay cancer? There's
a cancer in the gay community.

Can you give to gay cancer?

There's a crisis in our community
right now. We could really...

We could use a little help.

- No?
- I think you could be a little less aggressive.

Less... We've tried that.

Can you give to cancer
in our community?

Hi, give to gay..-

Hi, give to gay cancer?

It's funny. My
mother sent flowers

and I had never
told her I was gay.

I just told her that
Craig had died.

I think she knew.

I think somehow
mothers always know.

Doesn't spending $5 million
on a house frighten you?

It scared the shit out of me even
having you handling my finances.

You can have a house
anytime you want,

which reminds me, your
account needs more money.

You're not doing too badly.

I miss you being in the movie business.
I like movies.

Do I detect a note of approval from
the big brother that called me Lemon?

I don't want a house.

Then why have you been searching
in the country for so long for?

No fun living in it alone.

This Bruce,

is he someone you're seeing?

I see him. He doesn't see me.

Ben, could your law firm
take this on for free?

What's it called? Pro bono?

We started an organization. I told you.
There's this new disease...

Now this sounds like just another
excuse to keep from writing.

Why Can't you just say yes?

I told you, because we have a committee
that decides that kind of a thing.

But you're the senior partner
and I'm your brother.

Hey, Mario. How's Homer?

If you're not gonna help, I'm
gonna have to find somebody else.

- Well, you're more than free to do that.
- I don't want to do that.

I want my big brother's fancy,
famous, big-time major law firm

to be the first straight New York law
firm to do pro bono work for a gay cause.

I would be real proud
of that, and you.

I'll ask my partners'
approval at the next meeting.

I'll lobby them. You don't
sound like a very sure vote.

Okay?

You're getting better at it.

I'm seeing three to four
new patients a week.

I've got seven in ICU. The whole
hospital only has room for 30.

I've had to admit some of them under
other illnesses. That's a no-no.

I've got 20 in private
rooms they can't afford.

Okay, what about the guys who don't
have health insurance? Artists, actors?

I've got eight of them in another
ward where I shouldn't put them.

Why don't you wear
gloves and a face mask?

I never have and I never
will, and I'm still here.

Why is all the food sitting outside their
rooms like this? It's getting cold.

It's always cold because the appropriate
staff won't bring it into the rooms,

so it sits and rots until
one of my staff can.

Park right there.

Right there. Yeah. Park there. Yeah.
Right through the tunnel.

Take the tunnel. We'll
take the book back.

I know him. Can I
go inside with you?

Only if you wear all
the protective shit.

If you don't, I don't.

No, no, no. Over there.

Go the other way.

No, are you listening to me? Are
you listening to me? Go back.

Hi, Sanford.

You see it? Take the tunnel. Go ahead.
Ride straight through.

How are we doing, soldier?

I want my dog. Can you
please bring me my dog?

He won't be able to
live without me.

I want my dog.

I want my dog.

Go ahead. That's right.
Good, good.

No, take the book back.

Right there. Go park.
Park right there.

Can you please bring me my dog? He
won't know how to live without me.

Don't bother.

Who's going to bring me my dog?

His name is Skip. He'll
come when you call him.

Please.

I miss him.

I miss him.

Can you imagine this at 19?

Your first boyfriend you were
gonna spend your whole life with.

- Excuse me.
- Yeah?

You're the TV guy.

Please go to room
407 and fix it.

No, I'm not gonna do that.

Fix the TV! It's
your fucking job.

My union says I don't gotta risk
my life for some contagious fairy.

If I have to go in there,
then I fucking quit.

So what exactly has
your side been doing?

- Hi.
- Hey.

Thanks.

- You want some of this? Beer?
- Oh, beer is fine. Thanks.

Oh. Hey, pooch.

- Her name's Sam.
- Hi, Sam.

You know, I really used
to like high tech.

I'm tired of it now.

I think I want
chintz back again.

- Don't be insulted.
- Uh...

I'm not.

I want chintz back again, too.

- So, here we are.
- Mmm-hmm.

Two fellas who want
chintz back again.

I guess this really is a date.

I'm starving.

Are you glad I'm here?

Oh, I'm pleased as punch you're here.
You're very good-looking.

What are you doing here?

- You think you're bad-looking or something?
- Mmm.

- Where you from?
- I'm from Oklahoma.

I left home at 18, put
myself through...

What, you want to dance?

Put myself through college.

My dad worked at the
refinery in West Tulsa,

and my mom was a waitress in
a luncheonette in Walgreens.

It's amazing, isn't it, how a kid comes
out of all that to wind up on The Times

dictating taste and style
to the entire world.

And we were just starting
to talk so nicely.

Talking's not my problem.
Shutting up's my problem.

Why do you write all that
fancy ball-gown bullshit?

I bet you gobble
it up every day.

I know 10 people who have died.

When I came to you,
it was only one.

I'm sorry.

Is that why you
agreed to this date?

Fork on the left,

knife on the right.

Did you know that Hitler's final
solution to eliminate the Polish Jews

was first mentioned
in The Times?

It was on page 28, on page
six of The Washington Post.

They were both owned by Jews,
their very own people.

Scholars are finally writing honestly
about it, and it's damning to everyone.

Where was the Christian churches?
The Pope? Churchill? Roosevelt?

A few words from any of them
would have put Hitler on notice.

Dachau was open in 1933. Where
the fuck was everybody?

This is turning out to be
a very romantic evening.

You've never had a
lover, have you?

I suppose you've
had quite a few?

I had a very good one for a
number of years, thank you.

He was older than I was and
he found someone younger.

- You're looking for a father?
- No. I'm not looking for a father.

God. You're relentless.

Okay.

That's yours.

Everybody had a million reasons
for not getting involved.

The American Jews knew

- exactly what was going on.

Can you imagine if every Jew had
marched on Washington proudly, huh?

Ned.

You don't remember me, do you?

It was at the baths
a few years ago.

Come to Man's Country.

See what we're all about
and what we have to offer.

Man's Country is a full
facility, multi-level complex

that's designed to feature
something for everyone.

Come to Man's Country to develop your body
or a friendship with somebody else 's.

Visit us once and you'll
come again and again.

You would have thought I was applying
for the CIA the way you looked at me.

And then what happened?

I followed you into your room.

You couldn't even
open your eyes.

You told me your real
name was Alexander.

I asked what you did, and you said something
like you tried a number of things,

and I asked if that
included love.

That's when you said, I have to get
up early in the morning." Yeah.

Men do not naturally not love.

They learn not to.

I think you're a bluffer.

How could I not remember you?

I don't know.

It was very dark.

Do you think we
could start over?

Yeah.

When I was going to Yale, I thought
I was the only gay guy there.

I swear to God.

I went to this shrink
who tried to change me.

Now they have Gay Weeks there, and
they throw the best dances of anyone.

Imagine being able to dance cheek
to cheek with your boyfriend

during your bright college days.

Did you ever sleep with a woman?

- Hey.
- Her name was

- Delilah.
- Delilah?

She was a stand-in on
this movie I wrote.

She was very nice, pretty,
always smiling at me.

So I asked a straight
friend to explain it to me.

I thought I knew, but I
just wanted to make sure.

And I had her to dinner

and afterwards, what I deemed
to be a suitable moment,

because I'd been communicating
with it down there,

"Are you ready? Are you
absolutely certain you're ready?"

And when it appeared,
Abercrombie was ready,

I picked her up, very Rhett Butler,
and carried her to my bed.

- Where I couldn't get it up.
- Oh!

- But“ - I can certainly
relate to that.

In the middle of the night, I woke
up with this gigantic erection.

God knows how.

So I shake her shouting, "Please, stick
it in for me, Delilah." I was...

I was afraid it would
go away before I could,

while I was hunting for the
right place to put it.

And she did and I did
and Abercrombie did.

Ugh...

The next morning, I woke up

and I, who had been under the spell of this
shrink who was determined to change me,

rushed into his office,

and I, who had been fucking with
fellows since the seventh grade,

hysterically, at the age of 32 proclaimed,
"Dr. Gillespie, I am no longer a virgin!"

Aw.

Here's in here. I think
we'll catch him.

- Go ahead.
- So I just go over and say hello?

I told him I invited you and
we went to Yale together.

It's my farewell party.
What's he gonna do?

Let's go.

His honor would like
you to get lost.

- This is my friend, Ned Weeks.
- Yeah, we know who he is.

Mr. Mayor! We need your help!
There's this new disease.

You must have heard about it.

We need your help badly!

Get off me, you pigs!
This is America!

Mr. Mayor! We're dying!

Okay, this is what Ned
wrote for us to send out.

"I am sick of guys moaning that giving up
careless sex until this blows over..."

NED". "...is worse than death.

"I am sick of guys that can
only think with their cocks.

"I am sick of closeted gays.

"It's 1982 now, guys.
When you gonna come out?

"By 1983, you could be dead."

- That's nice.
- You're crazy.

Am I, Bruce? Do you
really think so?

Aren't we supposed to elect
a president tonight?

Yes.

We can't tell people how
to live their lives, Ned.

The entire gay political
movement is fucking.

- Hi.
- Hi.

I'm very interested in starting up some
sort of services for the patients.

We've gotta start
talking about them.

Also, there are a lot of
very scared people out there

and they're desperate
for information.

- I'd like to start a hotline.
- Oh.

- Who's he?
- Ooh, he does not know who I am yet.

His name is Tommy Boatwright.

In real life, he is a hospital
administrator. Uh, he's here to help,

- and he's a Southern bitch.

Mr. Boatwright, Bruce Niles.

- Nice to meet you.
- My pleasure.

- You're very handsome.
- He knows.

What the fuck is this?
Was this your idea, Ned?

- I'm looking. What am I not seeing?
- Keep looking.

What we put for our
return address.

Do you mean because the word
"gay" is on the envelope?

Fucking-A, yes, instead
of just our initials.

We can't send these out.

Excuse me, if we want anybody
to show up for this dance,

we have to get
these out tonight.

We could go through and scratch out
the word "gay" with a magic marker.

- Oh, honey, 10,000 times?
- Why not?

Bruce, I have sympathy for kids living at
home on Long Island with their parents,

but the guys who are
getting these, I mean...

Look at you. You live at home. You live
alone. You own your own apartment.

Your mother lives
in another state.

Okay, what about my mailman?

Oh, you don't expect me
to take you seriously.

- Yes, I do.
- Okay, ladies, behave.

Look, it's getting late and we
still haven't elected a president.

Neddy, I think that
it should be Bruce.

Everybody knows him, everybody
likes him and everybody...

Because he's popular and
everybody's afraid of me?

Yes!

I mean, look at him.
He's gorgeous.

And all the kids on Christopher
Street and Fire Island,

they'll feel a little bit more
comfortable following him.

- Just like high school.
- Yes!

All right. All those in favor of Bruce Niles
as our first president, raise their hand.

I don't think I want this.

Oh, come on. You're gorgeous and
we're all gonna follow you.

Fuck you. I accept.

Well, fuck you. Congratulations.

Felix, let's move somewhere far away, just
the two of us together on a desert island.

Don't you dare stop for one
single second what you're doing.

I appreciate you not yelling at me
about what The Times isn't doing

and my not being more political.

Why don't you?

It's a relief not having to have
to talk politics to someone.

- That's not the reason.
- No?

It's because you're
too good to be true.

Because I've been waiting for a
lover like you my whole life,

and you haven't
showed up until now,

and I'm scared shitless that I'm
gonna do something to fuck it up.

- Am I crazy?
- Of course.

That's why I'm here.

Now we're getting warm.

Did I look okay?

Could you tell that I was
wearing all this makeup?

You looked great.

- You have got to go see Emma.

Can we just forget about this?

I'm all right.

And if I'm not, I don't want to
know, because no one will hire me,

and if I can't work, I
just as soon be dead.

I haven't lost any weight.

I can still cover it up.

- I told you not to tell him.
- Sorry.

You're already
afraid to kiss me?

That's not true.

It's okay. I'm
afraid to let you.

I love you.

I'll walk him down.

Okay, he's the third
guy I've been with.

Reinhardt, Craig, and I don't know
what I'll do if Albert has this.

You're gonna fight.

We'll fight together.

You're my best
friend, Ned Weeks.

You're my best friend and I've
never met anyone like you before.

- What do you mean "like me"?
- Like you meaning...

Where I'm from, I mean, I didn't even
see a Jew until I was in the army,

let alone a man that
was smart, funny.

Decently good-looking.

My friends stopped hanging out with
me because they say I depress them.

So be it.

And you,

you don't look that Jewish.

Well, you don't look gay, so I guess
we could both pass for white people.

I love Albert.

Bruce, look at me.

I love him.

Albert's gonna make it.

And what if he doesn't?

Let's get you home.

- I'm a mess.
- Yeah.

- Classy moment.
- Yeah.

Okay.

When I finally get you where I want
you, I don't want you anymore.

Hey, Bruce, I'm in love, too.

Holy shit!

Queen control. It really
works when it wants to.

Oh, hey, Felix, this
is Dick Lombardo.

Hi.

I finally got us someone on our
board who isn't a disco dummy.

Well, maybe tonight.

- I'll see you.
- Nice to meet you.

Come on, babe.

We are all so happy you
joined us tonight!

We are proving that we are more than
just looks, brains, talent and heart!

Together, we raised more than any
gay group ever in this city!

And I want to call over Mr.
Ned Weeks.

Don't be shy!

We did it!

We will now reveal just how
much we raised together.

In three, two, one.

$53,000!

MANI $53,000!

Gay Men's Health
Crisis, come on up!

Felix, honey, come up please.
Come up.

I love you.

Let's dance!

Someday he'll come along

The man I love

And he'll be big and strong

The man I love

And when he comes my way

I'll do my best

To make him stay

He'll look at me and smile

I'll understand

And in a little while

He'll take my hand

And though it seems absurd

I know we both

Won't say a word

Maybe I shall meet him someday

Maybe Monday

Maybe not

Still I'm sure to
meet him one day

Imagine if we had this
when we were young.

No fear, no shame.

Maybe Tuesday will be my...

I was imagining all
those years with you.

He'll build a little home

Just meant for two

From which I'll never roam

Who would, would you?

And so all else above

I'm waiting for the man I love

Felix Turner, would you
like to move in with me?

Yes.

- Yes?
- Yesterday.

Yes! Yes! Yes!

Yes! Yes!

I'm waiting for the man

I love

We are all walking time bombs waiting
for whatever it is to set us off.

Come on. We're almost there.

If this article doesn't
scare the shit out of you,

gay men may have no
future here on Earth.

Our continued existence depends
on just how angry you can get.

They turned us away from
four emergency rooms.

- Come in!
- I think he's lost his mind!

- Ned, where can I take him?
- Put him on the couch there. I'll call Emma!

- God damn it!
- I'll get some water.

- How long has he been like this?
- A couple hours.

Well, I'm glad you asked
me that question.

What do I think?

I know that the government is
intentionally ignoring this epidemic.

You're accusing the government
of the United States

of a conspiracy to
murder all gay men?

Yes.

Yes, you can say that.
Yes, Sarabeth, I am. Yes.

That is a powerful accusation.

This is an epidemic and it's being
ignored by the United States government.

- Intentionally?
- Intentionally being ignored.

This is a national emergency. This
is an epidemic. It's a plague!

You can't go on national TV and
accuse the government of murder, Ned.

Why not?

Because one day, we're gonna
get money, research, grants.

Congress still hasn't appropriated a dime.
The Mayor's still... On and on!

Ned, when you go public, you have no
right to speak for this organization

unless we have approved what
you have to say in advance.

You know, in point of fact,

you aren't even an officer of this organization,
and you shouldn't be speaking for us at all!

Thank you for sharing
that with me, Dick.

Why do you think the city has been so slow
to acknowledge and deal with this emergency?

You're implying that the city's recognized
and acknowledged this emergency, Malcom.

- It has not.
- Why not, do you think?

'Cause the Mayor is gay and he's scared shitless
out of his panties it'll blow his cover.

- What did he say? Get off! Commercial.
- Are we still rolling?

You can't tell me what to say
when I'm speaking for myself.

Bullshit. They all
know you're one of us.

It is totally and politically
incorrect to call someone gay

who does not self-identify
as being gay.

I know it's been that way forever, but
something different is going on here now.

We're dying.

The Mayor, he's a
personal friend of yours.

You want him to
appoint you a judge.

Do you have a little conflict
of interest going on here?

I told you. I sent him a memo.

- When?
- Through channels.

- When?
- He'll answer me.

When? There's 110 new
cases this month!

Still, no meeting
with our gay mayor.

No meeting with his
gay assistant!

What, do I embarrass you, Bruce?

Yes. You do.

Yeah, you get more with honey
than with vinegar, babe.

God, no one's told
me that one, Tommy.

No, obviously they haven't.

I don't believe that
bullshit anyway.

We are in over our heads with the
patients we're trying to help.

Tommy, will you please read
this report out loud for Ned?

"We have trained 25
crisis counselors

"to help the newly diagnosed in
whatever needs that they might have.

"We have 12 group leaders

"who meet with these counselors at least
once a week to go over their clients.

"There are now 17 volunteer social workers,
psychologists and/or psychiatrists.

"We helped draw up
75 wills last..."

Seventy-five, Bruce.

You used to be a fighter once.

- Did you like being in the Green Berets?
- Yes. I loved it.

Have you completely
forgotten how to fight?

Don't tell me how to fight. I just
fight differently than you do.

- I haven't seen your way yet.
- No?

Bruce, Albert may be dying.

You son of a bitch!

You say another
word about him...

Relax.

And you,

you have no right being on this board unless
you put pressure on your friend, the Mayor.

That's why I asked you to join us
in the first place and you know it.

- No. No, I'm not gonna do that.
- Why not?

No, you get your free legal work from my firm.
I'm not gonna be on your board of directors.

It's only for the stationery.
You don't have to do a thing.

That is just an evasion. If you thought
this was a straight disease...

It's got nothing to do
with you being gay.

What else does it
have to do with?

One of these days I'm
gonna get you to agree

that over 20 million men
and women in this country

don't require the services
of a psychiatrist.

Look, try to understand.

You know, I read stuff.
I see TV.

Guys in leather, chains,
dresses, high heels.

You know, I say to myself,
"This isn't Ned."

You know the media always
dramatizes the most extreme.

You guys have a
dreadful image problem.

Well, that's why it's so important to
have people like you supporting us.

You already have your dignity.

We better get to lunch. I've
got an important meeting.

Do you? How important?

I'm asking for your support.

In every area I consider
important, you have my support.

And the only area that I consider important,
I don't have your support at all.

In some place deep down inside you,
you still think I'm sick, don't you?

I think you've adjusted
to life pretty well.

All things considered.

I saw how unhappy you were.

So were you! You wound up
going to shrinks, too.

We grew up side by side.

We both felt the same
about Mom and Pop.

I'll agree to the fact that I have any
number of awful character traits,

but not to the fact that whatever awful
things they did to us made me sick and gay

while you stayed
straight and healthy.

We don't all react the
same way to the thing.

So you became a lawyer
and I became a writer.

Well, we have a difference
of opinion over theory.

But your theory turns me
into a man from Mars.

My theory doesn't
do that to you.

Are you suggesting I did something wrong
in sending you into therapy so young?

I didn't know you were
gonna stay there forever.

I didn't think that I had done anything
wrong until you sent me there.

Ben, you mean more to me than
anyone in the whole world.

You always have.

Ben, you've gotta say it.

- Say what?
- I am the same as you.

Just say it. Say it.

No.

You're not.

I'm not gonna say it.

Every time I lose this fight,
it hurts more. I'm going home.

Oh, come on, Lemon.

I still love you.

Sarah still loves you.
The cat still loves you.

This is not a joke!

You have my love, my legal advice,
my financial supervision.

I can't give you the courage
to stand up to me and say

you don't give a flying
fuck about what I think!

Everybody's oppressed by somebody
else in some form or another.

Most of us learn to fight against it despite
people's opinions without the help of others.

Now stop trying to wring some kind
of admission of guilt out of me!

Agreeing that you were born
just the same as I was born

isn't gonna save
your dying friends.

That is exactly what is going
to save my dying friends!

You make it sound
like I'm the enemy!

I am beginning to think that you and
your straight world are our enemy!

I am furious with you

and every goddamn doctor who made
me feel it was sick to love a man!

I am trying to understand why nobody
gives a shit that we're dying!

$5 million for a house? We can't
even get 27 cents from the city.

I know 43 guys who have died and
you say it's my cause, not yours?

You still think I'm sick!

I simply cannot allow it for
one single second longer.

I will not speak to you again until
you accept me as your equal!

Your healthy equal!
Your brother!

Yeah, be careful with that, boys.
That is a precious antique.

- Easy.
- Mmm-hmm.

Don't you think we should put
that in the grand salon?

Do we have a basement?
That's where it should go.

Bella, I think it's time we moved
your filthy mouth above ground.

-- I'll decorate tomorrow.

Just shove it all in
there the best you can.

- Yeah, okay. Knock
it off, both of you.

Excuse me.

Yes? Hi.

Hi.

My name is Estelle, and my best
friend Harvey died last night.

We went everywhere
together, you know?

Like Broadway and the Rockettes
and the ice skating.

He was a beautiful skater.

I'm a klutz, but he didn't care.

We had so much fun.

Damn it, I want to do something,

even though all my lesbian friends say,
"What have you guys ever done for us?"

But I don't care.

This is for Harvey.

Please. Tell me you can
use me for something.

-- Oh.

I need a hotline director. Do
you think you can do that?

- I don't know how.
- I don't either.

Hey.

Let me buy you a cup of coffee
and we'll figure this out, okay?

Okay.

- So, you want to set up here?
- Yeah, this is good, let's do it.

What are you doing?

- We're from the NBC affiliate.
- So?

This is the new Gay Men's
Health Crisis office?

- Who are you?
- I'm Bruce Niles. I'm the president.

I didn't sign any consent form for you
to film me or this establishment.

Please turn it off immediately.

- Right now.
- Don't touch my camera.

- Who sent you here?
- Somebody named Ned.

Weeks.

- Oh, great, you're here.

- Anybody homo?
- Son of a bitch.

Hello, is this thing rolling?

Look at this! We're in both
of them the same week!

Every major network, and now
finally, our very first office.

I want to introduce you to our gay
president who's in the closet,

and he's so handsome,
don't you think?

Such a very handsome cover
boy going to waste.

Oh, great. Now you fight.
Great! Fight, Bruce!

You make me sound like a
coward and I'm not a coward.

You know what? You
have nothing to lose.

Your brother invested for
you so you have income.

You can be gay 24/7, Ned, but I can't.
I can't. So fuck you!

No, fuck you, Bruce.

- Man!
- Oh, oh, oh! Jesus!

When I look at you, I
am filled with despair.

When I look at you, I worry
we're not gonna win.

How do you think this
country was founded?

I thought I was getting started
with Paul Revere, not some coward.

Ned, look at me! Look at me!
Look at me!

We are doomed if we do it your way.
Doomed!

How are they gonna help us if
they don't know who we are?

They won't help us,
Ned, if they do.

Hey, hey, hey. Hey, wait.

Come on! Come on!

Shit.

Shit!

Okay, I'll get it. Sure.

Hello? Yeah, you are our very first call.
How can I help you?

I'm sorry. You have
the wrong number.

You two gotta pull your
shit together now, okay?

And you need to stop being
such a fucking drama queen.

God damn.

This is Estelle.

Hey.

How's it going?

Welcome.

Well, we have four hands and two incomes.
You're not getting any younger, you know.

All right. Let's leave
my age out of this.

- Very beautiful in the country.
- Very quiet in the country.

- No, no. Don't you dare.
- I have to.

You didn't leave this
number on your machine...

- You promised.
- Hello?

I do think we should
picket the Mayor.

Yes, I said that and I stand by that.
Thank you.

- You promised.

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

Wait.

"And every gay man who is unable to come
forward and fight to save his own life

"is truly helping to
kill the rest of us."

How many of us have to die before you get
scared off your ass and into action?

Thank you.

Who was that?

I hear it's being called the
Ned Weeks School of Outrage.

I did speak to one of
our science reporters.

- What'd he say?
-It turns out he's gay and he won't...

Don't yell at me.

All those shrinks, they must
have done something right.

- Dr. Ritvo, Dr. Malev.
- Malev.

Dr. Gillespie.

Dr. Patti, Dr. Maxine, Dr.
Laverne.

Why does it have
to take so long?

All you ever eat is desserts.

Sugar is the most important thing in life.
All the rest is just to stay alive.

Mmm.

Argh!

- Shit.
- What?

The fucking board! They say I'm causing a
panic, that I'm making myself a celebrity.

Not one of them will be interviewed or
appear on TV, so I do it all by default.

And you're becoming a leader.
And you love to fight.

- I like to fight? Moi?
- Who, you? Yeah.

And you're having a great time.

I am.

It's funny, I never wanted to be a leader.
I'm not doing very well.

It's sad how much time we lost.

We just weren't ready then.

If I had it, would you leave me?

I don't know.

Would you if I did?

No.

How do you know?

Because my mother ran the local chapter
of the Red Cross, and she put me to work

in the blood mobile
when I was eight.

I'm not programmed
for anything else.

Ned, I have something
to tell you.

You're finally pregnant?

I was married once.

You never told me that.

Yeah, I...

She said I had been unfair
to her, which I had been.

I have a son.

You have a son?

She won't let me see him.

You can't see your own son?

But didn't you fight?

That means you're ashamed,
so he will be, too.

This is why I didn't tell you.
Who says I didn't fight, Ned?

Well, what happens to people who can't
be as strong as you want them to be?

Weakness scares the
shit out of me.

My father was weak and I'm
afraid I'll be like him.

His life didn't stand for
anything and then it was over!

So I fight constantly,
and if I can do it,

I can't understand why everybody
else can't do it too, okay?

Where are you going? Felix,
where are you going?

Felix, I didn't mean anything by that,
Felix. I'm scared of lots of things, really.

Heights. I never told
you I'm terrified of...

What?

It's... it keeps getting bigger and bigger.
It doesn't go away.

Felix.

Who, may I ask, is Felix?

I've never been so
in love in my life.

I've never been in
love in my life.

Tell him to come see me
first thing tomorrow, 7:30.

Ned, God damn it.

What am I supposed to do,
not be with anybody ever?

It's not as easy as
you might think.

- Oh, Emma, I'm sorry.
- Don't be.

How'd you get it?

I was five years old.

A woman from the Bahamas came to
our town carrying the polio virus.

She stayed with friends. Their kid
was in my kindergarten class.

Four of us in that
class got polio.

I was all dressed up in my Halloween
costume to go trick or treating,

and my mother felt my
forehead, put me to bed.

In the middle of the night,
I realized my whole body

except my arms and my
hands were paralyzed.

I was crying out for my mother,
"I can't move. I can't move."

They rushed me to the hospital,
were told I'd be dead in 24 hours.

I fought. I lived.

Were you in an iron lung?

- I was.

Then I was in bed at home.

I was connected to my
class with this little,

little loud speaker.

All the children were
required to visit me.

We would say, "Hello," and then
not know what to say next.

They were all terrified of me. Still are.
I scare the shit out of people.

The holy terror in a wheelchair.

I'm scaring people, too.

Learn how to use it. Don't need
everybody's love and approval.

Ned, your organization
is worthless.

I can't get anyone
important on the board.

I've seen over 300
patients, me, one doctor.

All these guys who made millions off of us,
fashion, rock, movies, real estate, forget it.

And anytime Bruce doesn't agree with
me, he puts it to a board vote.

And you lose.

I can't pass along sex recommendations or
any information that isn't 100% certain.

Nothing is 100% certain in science. It
wouldn't matter what you say anyway.

Don't yell at me for what I'm not doing.
What the fuck is your side doing?

- I don't know!
- Well, where's your AMA?

Does being Jewish
always make you hungry?

I don't know. I'm not Jewish.

I'm German.

- Everybody thinks you're Jewish.
- I know.

In medicine, it helps.

You stayed in bed the
whole way through school?

By college I had my first braces
and I could walk a little.

I don't walk so good anymore, probably
because I'm too busy to practice.

You must practice. Right now.
I mean it.

Right now. Come on.

- Don't scratch my Mathis.

May I have this dance?

Okay. You asked for it.

Give me crutches.

Mmm. Thank you.

Mmm-mmm. I got it.

Oh! Okay. Okay.

Mmm-mmm.

I'm afraid to leave
him alone now.

I'm afraid a cure
won't come in time.

I'm afraid of my anger.

I'm a terrible leader and...

A lousy dancer. Put me back.

Polio was a virus, too.

Nobody gets polio anymore.

Where is he? I mean, we've been
here for an hour and a half.

Who are these people? We're
in a fucking dungeon here!

He can't do this to us. He cannot
do this to us and get away with it.

- Did you start? No? Thank God. Hi.
- Hi.

Jesus Christ, what a tomb.

What, do they not want us
to be seen above ground?

Where is he? I'm an hour late.

- An hour and a half.
- Yeah, don't start on me, lamb chop.

- Tommy, where were you?
- I was up at Bellevue.

I had to put a sweet, dying
child together with his momma.

They hadn't seen each
other for 15 years.

He never told her he was gay.
He didn't want to see her.

He refused to see her for weeks. Oh, he
was angry when I waltzed in with her.

That was a real weeper, momma
holding her son. He's dead now.

I'm truly sorry I'm late.
I'm Hiram Keebler.

- Hello.
- Hi.

Are you related to the folks who
make the crackers? I'm kidding.

- I'm Tommy Boatwright.
- Ned Weeks.

Bruce Niles. I'm the president.

The Mayor wants you to know how much
he cares and how impressed he is

with how you've been shouldering
your own responsibilities.

- Thank you.
- Thank you? Responsibilities?

Everything we're doing is the stuff you
guys should be doing, and we need help.

What Mr. Weeks is trying to say,
sir, is that we're swamped,

and we're fielding over 500 calls
a day on our emergency hotline,

and we're providing information that quite
frankly the city should be providing and isn't.

Sir, we need office space.
We have one small room.

We have over 100 people calling
or walking in and out every day,

and plus, it's real hard when people
don't want to rent to us because...

- Oh, that's illegal discrimination.
- Yeah, we know that to be true, sir.

Mr. Keebler, it is not illegal to
discriminate against homosexuals.

We've been waiting for 14
months to see the Mayor.

It's taken us a year to get
this meeting with you.

You're an hour and a half late.

Have you told the Mayor
there's an epidemic going on?

- Says who?
- The government.

Which government? What, our government?
An epidemic?

- The Centers for Disease Control declared...
- Seventeen months ago.

You can't not know this!

Will you please reduce
your level of hysteria?

Certainly.

New York City, San Francisco, Los
Angeles, Chicago, Boston, Denver,

every single major American
city is now showing cases.

At least 25 foreign countries,
but New York City, our home,

the city that you have pledged to protect
has more than half of everything.

Half the cases, half the dead.

I know 57 of the dead ones. I
don't want to know any more.

Now, when do we get
to see the Mayor?

Fourteen months is a long
time to be out to lunch.

- You wait a minute.
- No, you wait a minute. We can't.

Time is not on our side. Now if you won't
take word to the man, what are we gonna do?

Hire a hunky hustler and send
him up to Gracie Mansion

with a plea tattooed
to his cock?

Mayor Koch is not gay!

- Oh, come on, Blanche!

Listen, don't you think
I want to help you?

I have a friend who is dying of this
shit right now in the VA hospital.

But it's very tricky.

You can see that.
It is very tricky.

Tricky, shit. There are a million gay people
in New York, a million and one counting you!

You know what? A fire goes out in a
school furnace on the West Side,

I get 3,000 calls in one day.
You know what I mean?

If so many of you are so upset, why am
I only hearing from this loud mouth?

That's a very good question.

Okay, so there are half a
million gay men in our area.

315 cases doesn't seem too high considering
how many of us, of you, there are.

- This is bullshit!
- Ned, please.

Look, I understand this is tricky,
sir, but we need your help.

I think, that is, the Mayor thinks,
you guys are overreacting.

You tell that cocksucker he is a
selfish, heartless son of a bitch.

You are Michael R. Marcus.

You hold an unsecure job with the
city's Department of Health.

I'd watch out for your
friends if I were you.

I don't believe
that just happened.

Mickey, I am going on The Today
Show tomorrow and I am telling them

that the Mayor just threatened
your job to shut us up!

The Today Show?
You're gonna what?

They are treating us like
shit and we're allowing them!

No politicians... The only thing
they really respond to is pressure!

You heard him with his 3,000 West Side
calls! We're not yelling loud enough!

-- Get your stuff.
Get your stuff.

- This is Tommy. Hey.
- Tommy, it's Ned. Nick died.

Shit. God damn.

I'll call later when I know
more about the memorial.

I have this tradition.

It's something I do now
when a friend dies.

I save his Rolodex card.

What am I supposed to do? Throw it
away in the trashcan? I won't do that.

No, I won't. It's too final.

Last year, I had five cards.

Now I have 50.

A collection of cardboard tombstones
bound together with a rubber band.

I hate these fucking funerals.
I really do.

And you know what else I hate?
I hate the memorials.

That's our social life now,
going to these things.

Nick was a choreographer.

I don't know if any
of you knew that.

He was just starting out. He
didn't tell a lot of people.

He was waiting to invite you to
his big debut at Carnegie Hall

or some shit so we could
all be proud of him.

But he was so good.

He had such promise.

We're losing an
entire generation.

Young men at the
beginning, just gone.

Choreographers, playwrights,
dancers, actors,

all those plays that
won't get written now,

all those dances
never to be danced.

In closing, I'm just
gonna say I'm mad.

I'm fucking mad.

I keep screaming inside, "Why
are they letting us die?

"Why is no one helping us?"

And here's the truth.
Here's the answer.

They just don't like us.

I'm going to beat this.

I've always been lucky.

Good. That's the right attitude.

I wanted a job on The
Times, I got it.

I wanted Ned.

Have I given it to Ned?

I don't know.

One person has a cold, sometimes the
partner catches it, sometimes not.

Some doctors are saying it's
okay if we use condoms.

I know they are.

- Can we kiss?
- Felix,

you have nothing to fight back with.
You have no immune system to speak of.

Your body is now open to every
conceivable type of infection.

You must be careful. I'm going
to do my damnedest. So must you.

- I bet you say that to all the boys.
- As a matter of fact,

I do.

Oh, God.

Oh.

Once upon a time, there was a little boy who
always wanted to love another little boy.

One day, he finally found that
love, and it was wonderful.

I'm supposed to use gloves. I'm supposed
to do this. I'm supposed to do that.

I'm supposed to not kiss him.

I'm so sorry.

I'm not supposed to
be only 45 years old

and taking care of a 35-year-old young
man who's 100 years old and dying.

Emma calls it a seesaw.

He's fine. He gets sick.
He gets better.

He gets sicker.

God help me.

He's afraid I'll leave him.

I told him I wouldn't leave him,

that I never, for one second,
would think of leaving him.

But he doesn't believe me.

It's hard to believe
in much these days.

But we must never stop
believing in each other.

I'm a mess. That's what I am.

You cry and you cry until you
think you can't cry anymore.

And then you cry some more.

Not only for yourself and Felix,
but for all the little boys

who finally found their other little
boys they've wanted all their lives

now that we're men.

- GMHC.

Estelle speaking. How
may I assist you?

Someone needs a will.

Where's Ned? I want
to speak to him.

- He's in the back.
- Here, give him this number.

GMHC.

GMHC.

Tommy, I think I got us maybe four
qualified social workers to volunteer.

They're all lesbians.

- Thank God for the lesbians.

Your anus? Oh, Planet Uranus.
Thank you for sharing.

Mickey, why aren't you in Rio?

I put the phones on service.
You guys should get some rest.

We don't want any burn-out.

- Good night, Phil. Thank you.
- Good night, honey.

- Night. Good night, sweetie.
- Bye, baby.

- Good work today.
- All right.

Phil got diagnosed today.

Mickey, why aren't you
on vacation in Rio?

I was in Rio. Gregory
and I were in Rio.

I get a call from Hiram's office
saying I should be in his office

right away first
thing this morning.

From Rio? What kind of meeting?

I get to City Hall. Hiram
keeps me waiting forever,

and finally the commissioner
comes out and he says

that Hiram doesn't want
to see me anymore.

I wanted to scream, "I haven't
slept in two days, you dumb fuck!"

But I didn't. Instead, I said, "Please,
sir, then why did he make me come

"all the way back from Rio?"

And he says, "Oh, I'm afraid he
didn't take me into his confidence,"

and he walks off.

Ned's article attacking
Hiram just came out.

I'm not gonna lose my job because
Ned doesn't like himself.

What's that, Mick?

You keep trying to get us to say
things that we don't want to say,

and I don't think we can afford to make so
many enemies before we have enough friends.

Terry Spalding is calling all of his friends
from under his oxygen tank to say goodbye.

Tibby Maurer took an overdose. Hal
Schechter has got stumps for feet.

Frannie Santuzza
has lost his mind.

Will you stop it? Just stop!

- Mickey, are you all right?
- I don't think so.

Why can't they find the virus?

Baby, it takes time.

I work all day for this city writing
stuff on breast feeding versus formula

and how to stay calm
when you have herpes,

and at night, I work on our newsletter
and our health column for The Native,

and I don't... I just...

I can't take it anymore. I have
written about every single theory.

Repeated infection by a virus, new
appearance by a dormant virus,

single virus, new virus, old virus, multi-virus,
partial virus, latent virus, mutant virus...

Okay. Okay. Take it easy, honey.

No, we mustn't forget about fucking
and sucking and kissing and blood

and voodoo and drugs and paupers and
needles and Africa, Haiti, Cuba,

blacks, amoebas, pigs,
fucking Uranus!

What if it isn't any of them?

I don't know.

The Great Plague of London was
caused by drinking water from a pump

that just, nobody noticed it.

Maybe it's predisposition or there's
just the theory of the herd.

Only so many of us are gonna get
it and then the pool's used up.

What's if it's monogamy? Bruce, you
and I could actually be worse off

because of constant bombardment
from a single source, our lovers.

So maybe the guys who go to the baths,
maybe they've built up the best immunity.

I don't know. I don't know what to tell
anybody anymore, and everybody asks me.

Who's right? I don't know.
Who's wrong?

I feel so fucking inadequate.
How can we tell people, "Stop"?

It's just, I don't... it
might be caused by...

I don't know. I don't know.

That's exactly how I feel.

And maybe he's right.
And that scares me.

Neddy, you scare me. You
really think the President,

that he wants this to happen?

You really think the CIA
has unleashed germ warfare

to kill off all the queers that
Jerry Falwell doesn't want?

- Mick, try to hold on.
- To what?

I used to love my country.

The Native received an anonymous
letter describing top secret

Defense Department experiments
at Fort Detrick, Maryland,

that have produced a virus that
can destroy the immune system.

Its code name was "Firm Hand."

They started testing it in
1978 on a group of gays.

I never used to believe
shit like this.

They're gonna persecute us. They're
gonna cancel our health insurance.

They're gonna put us into camps.
They're gonna quarantine us.

And you think that
I'm killing people?

That is not what I said.

It is! You know you said it.

I've spent 15 years of my life fighting
for our right to be free and to make love

wherever, whenever, and you're telling me
all those years of what being gay stood for

is wrong and that
I'm a murderer!

We have been so oppressed.
Don't you remember?

Can't you see how important it is for us to
love openly without hiding, without guilt?

Why can't you see that?

I went to the top of the
Empire State Building.

Okay, I'm taking you home.

You can jump off from there
when nobody's looking.

All right, Mickey. Let's
go home right now.

I'm not a murderer. I'm not.

All my life I've been hated for being
gay, for being short, for being Jewish.

So go ahead. You tell everybody.

Tell everybody that we
were wrong and I'm sorry.

Someday, somebody's gonna come along and
they're gonna stick the knife in you

and tell you everything that you've
fought for your whole life is shit!

Mickey! Mickey! Get up!
Get up. Get up.

- It's okay.
- Come on.

I'm gonna take you
home now, okay?

I don't want to go home. Take me to St.
Vincent's.

Okay. That's fine.
Come. Let's go.

Look, we're all real
tired, you hear me?

We got ourselves here a lot
of bereavement overload.

We're the fighters. Aren't we?
We're the...

You bet, sweetness.
And you're a hero.

You hear me? You're a hero
whether you know that or not.

You're our first hero. Let's go.

- You want to be president?
- I just want Felix to live.

Gay Men's Health Crisis.

Hiram, old buddy,
how's it hanging?

-- Mmm.

- Are you ready?
- Yeah.

The Mayor's found a secret little
fund for giving away money secretly.

We are not allowed to tell anyone
where we got it, and if we do,

we'll never get any more.

- How much?
-$9,000.

Ned.

Albert's dead.

His mother wanted to see him
in Phoenix before he died,

and this was the last
week when it was obvious,

so I got permission from Emma
and took him to the airport.

And when we got to the airport,

--the pilot refused
to fly the plane,

so I refused to get off of it.

You would have been
very proud of me, Ned.

So finally we get another pilot,

and when we take off,

Albert just loses his mind.

- I don't want to be in this plane.
-It's okay.

I don't want to be in this...

I'm just gonna go.

- No. Albert.
- I don't want to be here.

- I don't want to...
- Tell him to sit down.

Sorry. Sorry.

Sir? Sir? You have
to keep seated.

Sit down!

- Sir, I repeat. You have...
- No!

- Sir! Sir!
-Stop!

You have to sit down, okay?

- Get him back in his seat.
- He doesn't recognize me.

--it's me.

He doesn't know
where we're going.

We're almost home.

That we're going to see his
mother in Phoenix, nothing.

He just becomes...

Oh, shit. Can I get a
goddamn towel, please?

When we land in Phoenix and
when we get to the hospital

where his mother had fixed
up the room real nice,

Albert's dead.

The hospital doctors refused to examine
him and give him a cause of death

on his death certificate.
Without the death certificate,

the undertakers will not take him
and neither would the police.

Come on, man. Pull it down.

Finally, some orderly comes
and then stuffs my Albert

in an oversized Glad garbage
bag and puts him in the alley

with the rest of the garbage.

I did you a favor, man. I got him out.
I want 50 bucks.

Is that all of him?

Yep. You want him? $3,000.

He's gone. He's gone.

Oh, my God.

Oh, God.

I am telling you, they are murdering
us and we are letting them.

- We're gonna die.

We're gonna die very soon

unless you get off your
fucking asses and fight back.

Emma's in there waiting.

Come on, two bites. Come on.

Don't make me break
out the yogurt.

- One more.
- Have you talked to your brother yet?

Mmm.

I remember that about you.

You don't talk to the people
you love most in the world.

You want me to get better, and I'm not
getting better and I feel so fucking guilty.

You have a lunch meeting with
Bill Blass on Friday. Fancy.

Mmm.

I'll call with my regrets.

What are you doing?

I'm making a date with
you two months from now.

I've been invited to speak at
Yale's Gay Week and we're going.

Remember how I told you they
had those dances there now?

You're my date.

I want you to live so much.

- Don't say it.
- I'm not supposed to say that.

Please, God, give
us one more year.

I promise I'll eat my spinach.

I am taking care of more victims of
this disease than anyone in the world.

We have more frozen
blood samples,

more data of every kind
and much more experience.

Dr. Brookner, the government's
position is this.

There are $5 million in the
pipeline for which we have received

over $55 million
worth of requests.

5 million doesn't seem quite
right for some 2,000 cases?

The government spent 3 million
investigating seven deaths from Tylenol.

We're entering the third year.

We voted to reject your
application for funding.

Oh.

I'd like to hear your reasons.

The direction of the research you're
suggesting is imprecise and unfocused.

Oh, it is, is it?

You don't know what's going
on any more than I do.

Could you tell me precisely why
you're blocking my efforts?

Dr. Brookner, there are
now other investigators.

This is no longer only your disease,
though you seem to think it is.

Oh, I do, do I?

And you're here to take it
away from me, is that it?

Well, I'll let you in on a little
secret, Doctor. You can have it.

I didn't want it in
the first place.

You think it's a privilege
to watch young men die?

What am I arguing with you for?

You do not know enough
to study boiled water.

How dare you come down
here and judge me?

We only serve on this peer review
panel at the behest of Dr. Murray.

Another idiot, and, by the
way, a closeted homosexual

doing everything in his power
to sweep this under the rug.

And I vowed I'd never say
anything like that in public.

How does it always happen
that all of the idiots

are always on your team?

How can you refuse to fund my research or
not invite me to participate in yours?

Your National Institutes of Health received
my first request for money two years ago.

It took you one year just to
print up application forms.

It's taken you three years from my first
reported case just to show up here for a look,

and the paltry amount of money
you are forcing us to beg for

out of the $4 billion you now
receive each and every year

to protect the health
of the American people

won't come to anyone before
only God knows when.

A promising virus has been
discovered in France.

Why do you refuse to
cooperate with the French?

Why are we told not to
cooperate with the French

just so you can
steal a Nobel Prize

while something is being passed
around that causes death?

Women have been discovered
to have it in Africa

where it is clearly
transmitted heterosexually.

It is only a question of time.
We could all be dead

before you do anything.
You want my data?

You want my ideas? You want my pages?
Take 'em!

Just do something with them!

You're fucking right. I am
imprecise and unfocused,

and you are all idiots!

Did you organize that
picketing of the Mayor?

Yes.

- And the signs?
- Yes.

And your next play is about a first lady
who gave the best blowjobs in Hollywood?

- Yes.
- This place is perfect for a new office.

Yes.

Tidy.

Here.

- Oh.
- I got him. I got it.

Come on. Let's get
you back to bed.

Okay.

There you go.

Estelle made you some
stuffed cabbage for later.

Ooh.

There's this new drug in Paris.

Kessler's lover's
flying out to get it.

Here it is.

HPA-23.

Ned...

He looks awful.

Do you think this is anything or is this
just another shit drug like all the rest?

I think you need to prepare
yourself for letting go.

You can't stop fighting
for the ones you love.

Haven't you ever had to fight
for somebody you love?

Tommy, you gotta start
putting yourself out there

in a way that everyone
else could see what I see.

- What kind of a fucked
up love scene is this?

Yes? Yes, ma'am.

4:30 tomorrow?

Yes, ma'am.

The fucking White House.

Fuck the Mayor. I've just been
invited to the White House!

They're gonna do something!

- Oh, just so I understand,

what exactly does your title
mean in terms of our plague?

Ah...

We prefer not to use negative terms.
It only scares people.

Well, there's 3,339
cases so far.

1,122 dead.

It sounds like a plague to me.
I'm scared. Aren't you?

What does your title mean again?

I come up with ideas for the President about
what he ought to be doing and not doing.

Okay, good. Got it. So,
the money's there, right?

It just hasn't been spent. So
there's this new drug in France.

Why doesn't the NIH study it? I
mean, what I want, what we want,

what we desperately need is for somebody
to help us cut through all this red tape.

I can assure you that
not a week goes by

that I don't bring new information
and reports to the President.

The progress that's been made on
this disease is unprecedented.

But it's contagious. Can't you see
that because it's contagious,

you have to work faster?

Do you really believe that anybody
in a serious public policy position

in their heart of hearts, or even in their
most closeted meeting says to each other,

"Hey, guys, let's not get
too upset about this"?

Yes. Your boss hasn't said
the word "AIDS" out loud.

Answer me this one question.
Um...

This shit, can hookers get it or, you
know, someone who had a one-night stand?

- Of course!
- You can't prove that.

I mean, from what I understand,
from what I've read,

female-to-male transmission through
normal vaginal intercourse

does not seem to
be very efficient.

That simply isn't true. It's a virus.
It doesn't discriminate.

Yes, but it's very
difficult, isn't it?

It's almost impossible for a
straight, you know, regular

heterosexual guy to get it.
Am I right?

- I'm sorry?
- There's no documented cases, am I right?

I mean, there's not a single
documented case of a heterosexual man

getting it, not from
fucking or a blowjob.

I don't have that information.

Great. That's what I thought.

Susan, call my meeting. I'll be
about 15 minutes late. Thanks.

Thank you so much.

- Call me any time.
- Wait. Please, sir. Wait...

One hundred million predicted and
nobody is paying any attention!

I need security on
the second floor.

Why are you sitting
on the floor?

I fell down trying to
get from there to here.

Oh, don't touch me. God.

I hate it when you look at me.

You hungry? I'm hungry.
How about you?

I looked in all my date books.

No one else I slept with is sick.
Maybe you're the carrier.

We don't have to do
this to each other.

You're gonna get better, Felix.
You are.

- Emma says the NIH...
- Emma, oh, God.

...is finally starting research.
We have to hope.

- Oh, do we?
- Yes, we do.

Do we? And how am I
supposed to do that? Huh?

Stop eating that shit!

No!

You know how important it
is to watch your nutrition!

I have a life expectancy
of 10 more minutes.

I'll eat what I want to eat.

Ned...

It's getting messier, okay?

I don't want to make you see it.

Nobody can make me do anything. You
should know that better than anybody.

Now are you gonna sit there on the
floor for the rest of your life?

- Do you hear me?
- Do you hear me?

No! - No?

I've had over 40 treatments. No?

I've had three, no, four
different kinds of chemo. No!

I've had three different
experimentals.

Emma has spent more time on me than
anyone else, and it hasn't done a thing!

You cannot force the
goddamn sun to come out!

I am so sick of fighting and everybody's
stupidity and blindness and guilt trips.

You know, if you can't eat the
food, don't eat the food.

I don't care. Take your poison.
I don't care!

Fish is good for you! Don't
want any of that, do we?

No green salad!

No broccoli! No vegetables!
No bread with seven grain!

Why would anyone
ever want any milk?

- You might get some
calcium in your bones!

-- Do you want to die, Felix?
Die!

- Please don't leave me, Felix.
- I'm sorry.

Keep out! Keep out! Keep out!

Keep out! Keep out! Keep out!

Keep out! Keep out!

Keep out! Keep out! Keep out!

Keep out! Keep out! Keep out!
Keep out! Keep out!

Keep out! Keep out! Keep out!

Assholes.

- Gay Men's Health Crisis.
- And the other reporter,

and they're gonna be there?

Thrush is a fungus, yes.

Can you tell him that
we'll be picketing there?

And not afraid of arrest
or police brutality.

That's right.

The Mayor has four more hours before we
carry out our threats of civil disobedience

if he doesn't meet with us.

Tommy got the call
yesterday, Ned.

Why didn't you tell me?

You see, it works!

- When? When?
- Only two can go to the meeting, Ned.

When?

- Tommy's executive director.
- I'm going.

- I polled the fucking board, Ned.
- I wrote that letter to the Mayor.

That meeting is mine. I am going to
go and represent this organization

that I've spent every minute
of my life fighting for

and that was started in my
living room, or I quit.

You'd let me quit?

The board asked me to read
this out loud to you.

- Read what?
- A letter.

Go on. Read it.

"We are circulating this letter widely
among people of judgment and good sense.

"You are on a colossal ego
trip we must curtail.

"To manipulate fear, as you have done
repeatedly, is to us sheer barbarism.

"To exploit the deaths of gay men,
as you have done on television

"and in publications all over America,
is to us an act of vandalism.

"And after years of liberation, you
helped make sex dirty again for us,

"terrible and forbidden.

"We are more angry at you than
ever in our lives toward anyone.

"We think you want
to lead us all.

"Well, we do not
want you to lead us.

"In accordance with our bylaws as drawn
out by Weeks, Frankel, Levinstein,

"Mr. Ned Weeks is hereby removed as a
director of Gay Men's Health Crisis.

"We beg that you
leave us quietly

"and not destroy us and
what good work we manage

"despite your disapproval,
effective immediately."

Ned, the executive director isn't on the
board. You know that. I don't have a vote.

And what could I have done?

- You didn't support me.
- That's not true.

You're all nothing but undertakers. This
whole organization is a funeral parlor.

- Ned.
- All you do is take care of the dying.

Who's fighting so the
living can go on living?

Who's fighting for my Felix?

Tommy, we need you upstairs.

I belong to a culture that includes Marcel
Proust, Walt Whitman, Tennessee Williams,

Alexander the Great, so many popes
and cardinals you wouldn't believe.

Mr. Green Beret, did you know that
it was an openly gay Englishman

who was responsible for
winning World War ll?

His name's Alan Turing and he
cracked the German's Enigma code.

After the war was over, he committed
suicide 'cause he was so hounded

for being gay. Why didn't they
teach any of that in schools?

A gay man is responsible
for winning World War ll!

If they did, maybe he wouldn't have
killed himself and you wouldn't be so

terrified of who you are.

That's how I want
to be remembered,

as one of the men
who won the war.

Bruce, I know that I'm an asshole.
But please don't shut me out.

Go.

Your brother and I are lovers.

I'm dying and I need
to make a will.

- Please.
- Thank you.

I want to leave
everything to Ned.

How's my brother?

Well, he blames himself
for everything,

from my dying to the state
of the entire world.

All that plus you two
still not talking.

You must be as
stubborn as he is.

I'll call him right away.

Do. He's at home packing.

We're going to
Yale in a few days

for Gay Week.

He says he can't believe it.

He tried to kill himself there
when he was a freshman.

I haven't much, uh,

except for a beautiful piece of
land on the Cape in Wellfleet.

Ned doesn't know about it. It
was to have been a surprise

for when we'd live there together
or riding away happily ever after.

I also have an insurance
policy with The Times.

I'm a reporter for
The New York Times.

It's meant to come
to my next of kin.

I'm afraid they might
not give it to him.

Well, if he's listed as a
beneficiary, they must.

You're smarter than that.
Don't be so naive.

I assure you, I will fight
to make sure that they do.

I was hoping you'd say that.

Felix,

I wish we'd met sooner.

I should be wearing
something white.

You are, honey.

It should... It should be something
Perry Ellis ran up for me

personally.

Ned...

You find a way to fight again.

I Will.

Hey, hey, hey- Hey-

Emma, Emma,

could we...

Could we start now, please?

We are gathered here in the sight of
God to join together these two men.

They love each other

very much and want to be married in the
presence of their family and friends.

I see no objection.
Do you, Felix Turner,

take Ned Weeks...

Alexander. Yeah.

To be your...

My great true love.

- I do.
- Yeah?

I do. I do.

I do. I do. I do. I do.

This is Tommy.

Thanks for letting me know.

[HI REMOVED - ENGLISH - BOZXPHD ]