All language subtitles for Queer As Folk [4x11] - Episode 411

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Shake it, dude.

Cue the pulse to begin

Cue the pulse to begin

Cue the pulse to begin

Cue the pulse to begin

I don't give a shit. I
need to talk to him now.

Stuart, I can't do this. I-I won't do
this. I'll give the god-damned money...

All right, okay, I'll listen. Go on.

I know that.

I know that. Yeah.

What the fuck is going on here?

Your subject's being most uncooperative.

He said he made a big mistake.
He's talking to his agent.

Well, did you remind him
that he has a contract?

Yeah, I thought we'd leave
that little tidbit to you.

Well, now it's my turn.

And you're going to
fucking listen to me.

I'm going to leave here right now.

Do you understand me?

No, I'm not going to "grin and bare it".

You've got to get me out of this.

Anything I can do to help?

Yeah. You can get me my pants.

Oh. Before I do that, why
don't we discuss your concerns?

There's nothing to
discuss. I'm not doing it.

Uh, it's a little bit
late for that, isn't it?

I'm Drew Boyd. I call the shots.

Except when I have the ball.

I'm feeling kind of exposed, you know?

I'm not used to standing
around in my shorts.

What about in the locker room?
You stand around in a lot less.

In the locker room, everyone
is showing their ass.

Huh. Come.

Nice, Drew.

Good.

A little smile.

Good, nice.

That's it, Drew.

Hold the ball up.

High up. You won the game.

Christ, he's hot.

What a pity he's straight.

Well, even if he weren't, you think
he�d fuck you wearing those?

Wasn't expecting to be
standing around in my shorts.

Now go for a long pass.

That's good. I like it. Beautiful.

I don't know if he's going to sell any underwear,
but he sure as hell is going to sell a lot of Kleenex.

Beautiful.

down on my knees

You know, once I got used to
everybody staring at me in my shorts,

got to be a real turn-on.

But only I know what's under them.

I guess we'd better get up.

What's your hurry?

Well, as soon as we're
through, you always

bound out of bed and race to
the shower, so I just assumed...

Why don't we just lie here?

You sure?

You see me moving?

Wow! What's the world coming to?

First a kiss, then sticking around.

Next thing you know, you'll
be asking me to the big game.

Yeah, I said too much, didn't I?

You know the rules.

I know.

What goes on in this room is
between you, me and the four walls,

and must never leave
here on penalty of death.

You got it, sport.

Hey, leave a message.

Straight to voice mail.

What's the point of getting him a cell
phone, if he's not going to pick up?

That's me going off in your pocket.
How about answering it for a change?

What's up your ass?

It's past 11:00.

You missed your curfew,
again. Where you been?

Studying with a friend.

Every night this week?

We're working on a project.

Who is this friend?

Someone from school.

And the project?

It's for science.

Penicillin's already been
discovered. What have you found?

What's with all the fucking questions?

We would like an honest answer.

I told you the truth.

If you don't want to believe
me, that's your problem.

I hate to say it...

You don't have to. I already
know what you're thinking.

If he's out hustling again,

I will fucking rip his balls off,
as my dear mother would say.

Let's hope we've instilled more
self-respect in him than that.

After the way he's been acting...

Whatever it is, we'll
find out eventually.

Then what?

Then we'll just have to deal with it.

Need some help?

Uh, no. Thanks. I can do
it. I do it every morning.

Ah, shit!

My back's been killing me ever
since I did that goddamn mural.

Hope Michelangelo had
a good chiropractor.

Why haven't you returned my calls?

I've been busy.

The show's been a huge
success. Isn't that great?

Almost everything's sold.

Another month of alimony payments.

My wives will be eternally grateful.

I want to see you.

I can�t.

Why not?

"Why not?"

Try "I'm married".

I have a child, another one on the way. Oh, and did I
happen to mention, lest we forget, that I'm a lesbian?

And did I mention that you
sure don't fuck like one?

Oh, Jesus Christ, Sam.

Why do you have to be so crude?

You didn't mind the other night,
rolling around on the floor,

rutting like a couple of...

What happened the other
night was a mistake.

A huge mistake.

Was it?

Yes, it was.

Look, Sam, you inspire me.

You challenge me, you make me laugh.

I admire you so much.

I...

guess I got confused.

You know?

And crossed a line I shouldn't have.

When I was a kid...

I didn't respect the lines.

In my colouring books, I always crossed
the lines, didn't obey the rules at all.

I don't think that's
always such a bad thing.

For an artist, huh, no.

But for a person...

sometimes it makes sense to read
the manual and follow instructions...

dull as that may sound to you.

And what about the part of you that
secretly yearns for something else?

The part of you that
both of us know is there.

"My house has many rooms.

I occupy but a few.

The rest go unvisited."

Who said that?

I did.

Nice chest.

I'll say.

I think he's talking
about the furniture.

That, too.

Uncle Vic left it to
the hospice in his will.

He was always a good friend,
and a great supporter.

Oh, I can't tell you how
much we appreciate this.

We need all the help we can get.

Hopefully this new event
coordinator will come through.

He'd better.

Well, they say he raised over a million
dollars for a hospice in Cincinnati, so...

A million?

My god, if we raise half
that we'll be in heaven.

Here. Let me take that. Thanks.

Hey, Freddy, how about those
Ironmen? Ain't they something else?

Yeah, something else, all right.

Honey, you ought to take
something for that cold.

Emmett!

What are you doing reading the sports page?
Let me get you the "style" section, sweetheart.

No, no, deb. These days the
sports page will do me just fine.

Hey, deb.

Hey, bob.

Haven't seen you in
an age. Where you been?

Well, I was, uh, I was laid up with some
back trouble, but I'm on my feet again.

How you been?

Life took a couple of pot-shots, but...

I ducked.

So, you seen Carl?

No, not lately.

I figured he'd be taking you tonight.

Taking me where?

The policeman's ball.

He took you last year, didn't he?

Yeah, he took me.

I remember, 'cause, uh,
you looked real nice.

Thanks.

I guess, uh, this year he
must be taking someone else.

Excuse me, officer, but anyone
can go to the policeman's ball.

Am I correct?

Anyone who buys a ticket.

Uh, I'll take the pink plate
special, but make mine blue.

You got it.

Don't tell me you're
thinking of going.

If I can find a date.

Yeah, good luck.

Hey. What about you?

Me?

What, are you out of your fucking mind?

Why not?

Well, you just heard.
Carl's going to be there,

probably with that...
lady he's been seeing.

So, that's no reason not to go.

In fact, all the more reason to be
there. Show him what he's missing.

Uh-huh. Not much.

Now, now. Let's keep our
self-esteem, and our tits, up.

Even if I wanted to go, with my tits up,

I got nothing to drape 'em in.

Just leave that to your fairy god...

you know, I'm not even
going to say it. Too trite.

However, you will look fabulous.

I guarantee.

What have I done?

Now he wants to see me again and of course,
I told him no. It's out of the question.

We can never...

never do that again.

Is he hung?

Oh, Brian!

I'm just curious.

You're the last person I thought
I'd ever discuss dick with.

This isn't about dick.

Since when?

I love Melanie.

Sure you do.

Then how could I have...

Fucked a guy?

It's not possible.

Anything's possible.

It's explaining it
that's the tricky part.

But I've always been, you know...

a carpet-muncher.

Mmm. Except for that one
time in college when...

you and I...

but that was just...

midsummer madness.

Still, there is a part
of you that once every

decade or so doesn't
object to a stiff prick.

Believe me, I understand.

I'm not so sure Melanie would.

Then don't tell her.

Huh, you're a big help.

Hey.

It's okay to like cock.

And it's okay to like pussy,
just not at the same time.

So...

which one do you like?

Well, look who it is.

Come to shoot the breeze?

Have a heart-to-heart?

Spend a little quality time
with your dashing young dad?

I need 20 bucks

I knew it.

What do you want it for?

My upwardly-mobile lifestyle.

Being a teenager's expensive.

You should have thought of
that before you became one.

Hunh. So can I have it?

Why should I reward you
for missing your curfew and

being disrespectful to us?

How the fuck am I being disrespectful?

By not telling us the truth.

I told you.

I'm not above paying for information,

but first you've got to come clean.

I took a shower this morning.

Are you hustling again?

If I was hustling, would I
be asking you for 20 bucks?

Good point.

But then again, maybe you're just
trying to throw me off the track.

For chrissake.

I'm kind of dating someone, okay?

Really?

Yeah, really. Is that
so hard to imagine?

No, no, not at all. That�s...
uh, it's great, but I...

why didn't you just say so?

You know how kid's are at my age.

We're trying to develop a sense of
self, which often manifests itself

in a reluctance to communicate with
parents and other authority figures.

Here's 30. Go to the movies.

Sweet.

Ben?

I hope you're sitting down.

Guess what?

Our boy has a boyfriend.

You sure I don't look
like a fire hydrant?

I wouldn't want any
dogs making a mistake.

You do not look like a fire
hydrant. You're positively glowing.

I don't mind glowing, as
long as I'm not radioactive.

Oh, shit, there's Carl.

I should say...

What do I do?

What do you mean "what do you
do?" You stand there and glow.

Oh, hi, Carl.

Debbie. Emmett.

What are you doing here?

Well, it's a ball to raise
money for the cops, isn't it?

And I've always had a soft
spot for men in uniform.

And I've always had a hard spot.

Debbie, Emmett, this is Katherine,
the person I told you about.

It's nice to meet you both.

You're certainly just as...

colourful as Carl said you were.

Thanks.

Will you excuse me for a moment, Carl?
I'm just going to the powder room.

Would anyone like a drink?

- Oh, god, yes.
- God, yes.

I wasn't expecting to see you.

I hope it doesn't
make you uncomfortable.

No, no. I like...

I mean, I-I-it's nice...

I don't know what the
hell I'm trying to say.

You look very handsome.

A-and you look very...

Red?

I'm glad to see you're
getting out, enjoying yourself.

Well, life goes on, you know.

You got no choice but to go on with it.

That, um...

that song.

They played that last year.

Yeah, they play it every year.

They ought to get some new material.

We danced to it.

I know.

You're very good on your feet.

Maybe we could take a
quick spin around the floor,

as friends, of course.

Well, shall we go in now?

Sure.

Nice to meet you, Deborah.

Don't you just love this song?

You want to dance?

Two for you.

Sign up here for the Liberty Ride.

If you can't ride, we
gladly accept donations.

How are we doing?

37 riders so far.

One guy offered me $1,000
if I'd show him my cock.

I hope you said yes.

May we have your
attention, please, everyone?

Thank you so much for coming out
tonight in support of Liberty Ride.

The profits will be going to help
keep the Liberty House hospice open,

so let's try and raise as
much money as we possibly can.

In order to do that, the center has enlisted
one of the top fundraisers in North America,

a man who gave up a lucrative
law practice in Toronto

to make millions for various
organizations with his walk-a-thons,

dance-a-thons, marathons, triathlons,

you name it, he's found a
way to make money out of it.

We're fortunate to have
his help and support,

so let us introduce you
to Jeffrey Pendergrass.

Thank you. Thank you.

Thank you all very much.

It's great to be here in Pittsburgh.

I'm grateful to the gay and lesbian
center and all of its supporters

for asking me to help make this the
best and most profitable event ever.

So I hope you all sign up,

get on your bike and cross
the finish line, but tonight,

let's all have a good time. Huh?

One of those.

Thanks.

Buy you a drink?

It's an open bar. Party's on me.

Nothing is free.

Jeffrey Pendergrass.

Brian Kinney.

It's just an observation, Jeffrey, but...

wouldn't the money that
you're spending here tonight

to say, "hello, Pittsburgh, hello"

be better spent helping
to keep the hospice open?

Actually, Brian, I find when the
drinks flow freely, so do the donations.

This guy bothering you, Jeffrey?

No, not at all.

Just revealing some of my
under-handed business practices.

Well, I better go work the room.

Hope we can count on your pledge, Brian.

What the hell was that all about?

You know me, Mel, always
stirring up the shit.

Do you want me to suck you?

Uh...

no, no, that's okay.

Has anybody ever sucked you before?

Yeah.

Oh. A lot of girls?

No.

I've only done it twice.

Once at summer camp, and
once with my last boyfriend.

You don't think that
makes me a slut, do you?

Hardly.

Besides, it's not real sex.

I haven't had real sex yet.

Have you?

N-n-not really.

But I think about it.

Me, too.

But I promised to discuss it
with my parents first before I do.

We're, like, best friends.

How about yours?

I don't think I�ll tell them.

How come?

They're not like your folks.

In what way?

They're...

two guys.

You mean they're gay?

That's so cool.

I don't know how cool they'd be
if I told them about you and me.

Well, they don't expect you to
be gay just because they are.

I don't know.

Well...

I'll be glad to tell
them you're straight,

if it ever comes up.

Hey.

How'd it go?

Oh, great!

This guy Pendergrass is going to
help us raise a shitload of money.

That's good.

Yeah. I'm sorry you weren't there.

Me, too.

I got this damn headache.

Mmm. Any better?

A little.

Oh-h, I blame Sam for it.

What?

Oh, the stress of doing the show...

living up to his expectations
as well as yours.

But you did it.

Mm, that feels nice.

Mel.

Mel?

Mind if we...

do it later?

Sorry. I'm just a horny pregnant lady.

I'll look in on Gus.

You want me to get
you some more hot tea?

It looks cold.

I kept my tits up, just like you said.

I practically threw 'em at him.

Didn't do much good.

Don't despair.

We'll just have to...

think of another way to get
his attention, that's all.

Well then, we better think fast

because that woman's
got marriage in her eyes.

I've got an extra ticket for
the Ironmen's game on Sunday.

Who wants to go?

I've got an extra ticket for
"42nd Street". Who wants to go?

Calm down. Calm down. I'm
just... I'm just testing.

What about you, Em?

They're in the skybox.

A thank-you gift from the
star quarterback himself.

I don't think so.

Come on. You're the one who turned
me on to him in the first place.

You ever seen him play?

Not on the field.

They say he's incredibly
fast and strong.

Ah, as much as I'd love to
go, I... I promised I wouldn�t.

Promised who?

Then again, how many seats
does that stadium hold?

I don't know. 80,000?

80,000?

Well, you could hardly pick
out a face in that crowd, right?

Yeah.

Say, um, Teddy,

I was just wondering, do you think maybe you
could score an extra pair of those tickets for me?

Well, I could try.

I have a friend who might like to go.

What?

There's a Jeffrey
Pendergrass to see you.

He says he doesn't have an appointment.

He wants to hit on me.

Who doesn't?

Except he wants money. Send him in.

Okay.

They tell me you're the
guy to get in bed with.

Well, you'll have to come back
after office hours for that.

I know you're a busy man,
so let me cut to the chase.

Christ, I hate that expression.

I understand you're one of the most
successful gay businessmen in Pittsburgh.

Whoever told you that was dead wrong.

I'm the most successful gay businessman.

All the more reason then.

I'd like your clients to be corporate
sponsors for the Liberty Ride.

I see.

Let me cut to the chase.
What's in it for them?

More important, what's in it for me?

Two very good questions.

First, your clients' contributions will generate
publicity and goodwill that advertising can't buy.

Plus, they'll be cultivating product loyalties in a
market that has hundreds of billions in disposable income.

Well, I already know that.

My second question?

What's in the cracker jack box for me?

A very personal thank you from me,
and a warm, gooey feeling inside.

Oh, Jeffrey, you disappoint me.

I thought you'd come up with
something more original than that.

So, do we have time
for one last question?

What's in it for you?

A living.

Finally, an honest
answer. How refreshing.

Anything wrong with that?

Not at all.

I'm all in favour of
people making money.

What I'm not in favour of is
telling others how to spend it.

It's for a worthy cause.

Besides, they can afford it.

That's very true.

But it's not a reason why
they should give it to you.

Well, how about this then?

It wouldn't be very good for your clients'
P.R. If they were perceived as being homophobic.

And it wouldn't help your reputation much

if word got out that you were insensitive
to the neediest members of your community.

Why, Jeffrey, are you
turning the screws on me?

Course not.

I'm merely pointing out why it's so important
that we all open our hearts and cheque books,

and give as generously as we can.

Blue 44, blue 44. Blue 44.

Set. Hike.

Go, Boyd.

Get past those motherfuckers!

Run, damn it. Run!

That was some play, huh?

I'll say. I can't believe you
got these tickets, in the skybox.

I'm glad you're having a good time.

Well, I'll tell you the truth, I'm not.

You're not?

I'm having a great time.

I hope Katherine doesn't mind.

That I went to the game with a friend?

Can you believe this is the first time in
my life I�ve ever been to a football game?

Easily.

I had no idea it was exciting.

I feel like we're...
back in ancient Rome,

you know, sitting in the
coliseum, watching the gladiators,

wearing those fabulous
off-the-shoulder togas.

Yeah, somehow, I picture us more as lion
chow, but I'm glad you're enjoying it.

In fact, you haven't taken your eyes
off of Drew Boyd since we sat down.

Th-that's just because he's such
a dynamic and powerful player.

Admit it, you're in love with him.

I'm not!

After seeing him in his underwear,
I have to confess, so am I. Huh.

Hi.

Drew just scored.

I didn't do so bad myself.

Oh, my god!

What? What's the matter?

Nothing. Um, uh, come on,
let's, um, let�s... let's go.

Go? Go? But there're seconds left
on the clock with a tied score.

Emmett? Is that you?

Oh, hi, sierra.

What are you doing here? I didn't
exactly think football was your thing.

Um, I'm here with my friend, Ted.

He's the one who picked
Drew for the underwear ad.

Oh, so you're the one who's responsible for
all those women drooling when they see that ad.

Not to mention a certain
segment of the male population.

I'm sierra, Drew's fianc�e.

Oh, congratulations.
Uh, h-he's quite a guy.

Yes, it seems I landed the big one.

You certainly did.

Well, it's nice to see you again.

Where are you going?

Drew would be so disappointed if you
didn't stop by the locker room to say hello.

I-I'd love to, but
w-we're with friends.

So bring them along.

I can meet the team?

Okay, everyone, follow me.

Why wouldn't he just come out
and say he has a boyfriend?

You know how kids his age are.

He's trying to develop a sense of self,

which often includes not
communicating with parents.

We're not other parents.

We're hip, you know. We are...

coo-ool.

You think so?

Hey, pal.

I ordered our favourite,
"mighty man meat".

Sausage, pepperoni,
meatball, ham and bacon.

Ouch!

Not to worry. Mushroom and tofu for you.

So, dude, what's new?

Nothing, dude.

Not what I hear.

So you've got a friend.

Michael and I want you to
know that we think it's great.

In fact, I wish I had a
boyfriend when I was your age.

All those missed blowjobs.

So what is he like? Huh?

Is he smart, bookish?

Muscular, athletic?

All of the above.

You two had sex yet?

No.

Uh, it's okay. We're all gay men here.

Because if you do, it's important
you protect him, as well as yourself,

especially considering your HIV status.

You have a responsibility.

Don't worry. I'll be careful.

So?

When do we get to meet him?

I don't know.

We're very open-minded.

Doesn't matter if he has
tattoos, body piercings.

He doesn't, does he?

Look...

I don't have A...

boyfriend, okay?

Wh-what do you mean?
Y-you told me...

I told you I had a friend.

I didn't say it was a boy.

Well, if it's not a boy...

It's a...?

Hey, hon.

Drew, this is Carl and Debbie,
and you remember Ted.

It's a real thrill, Mr. Boyd.

Call me Drew.

Drew. Yeah.

You were amazing out there, Drew.

Oh, thank you.

I'll say. He's fucking cute too.

Huh. So when's the wedding?

June.

Oh, uh, sweetheart, look who's here.

Emmett Honeycutt, remember? He
planned our engagement dinner.

Yeah, sure.

If you'll excuse me, I'm going to have
to take my honey home and chill out.

See you, Emmett.

Nice meeting everyone.

Champagne?

No, thanks.

It makes me puke.

I'm serious.

I could knock back a dozen tequilas,

no problemo.

One glass of that stuff and
it's "ou est la toilette?"

That's too bad. You know, this
champagne is really very...

Expensive.

What is that? 220 a pop?

Well, if you excuse me,
I'm going to go and, um...

Please, be my guest.

And something tells me
I�m in the wrong business.

The suite, the champagne.

Seems like charity work's where
the big bucks are these days.

Like I said, it's a living.

Yeah, a very good living.

So...

I assume you've given our
conversation some thought.

Yeah, I've thought about it.

But before I get into bed with
someone, I like to do a little research.

Uh, you just can't be
too careful these days.

Isn't that the truth.

So what did you find out?

Uh, that you're a hell of a fundraiser.

Well... I'm sorry you
wasted the legwork there.

I could've told you that.

Do you mind?

Be my guest.

It seems that the organizations,

they don't see much in the end,

what with the fancy hotels
and champagne, caviar,

lavish kick-off parties
which, by the way...

the charities pay for, not you.

For how hard I work, and
for the amount I bring in,

I deserve a nice lifestyle.

Besides, everyone profits,

tax write-offs, goodwill, publicity.

What's the problem, as long as
everything's on the up and up?

What about Denver?

What about Denver?

Well, didn't some local
aids organization sue you

for swindling them out of money
that you spent on yourself?

Those were... oh.

Those were totally legitimate
business expenses, office, travel.

More caviar?

No, thanks. I...

What are you saying, Brian?

Just that when some earnest
do-gooder blows into town

and starts threatening
me unless I help him,

I have a legitimate reason
to ask a few questions...

and get a few answers.

Those accusations were totally
untrue and unsubstantiated.

And what they didn't tell you is they still
made a quarter of a million even after my share.

Hmm. God, imagine what they
would've made before it.

So we'll just make sure that every cent you
raise here in provincial little Pittsburgh

goes exactly where it's supposed to go.

Got it.

Oh. Oh. Oh.

Look, Gus, it's Sam.

He loves answering the door. Come on in.

Thanks. Lindsay home?

Yeah. Linz, Sam�s here!

Congratulations on your
show. I heard it's a smash.

Aw, they always are. But this
one was thanks to Lindsay.

I'm off to Milan.

That should be a step
up from Pittsburgh,

Although I doubt you'll find
a decent bagel there either.

Just wanted to say goodbye.

Why don't I walk you to your car?

I'll be right back.

I couldn't just leave without...

Yes, you could. And
you should right now.

Without even saying goodbye?

I'm sure there are dozens of women
you've fucked without saying goodbye.

You know it wasn't just a fuck; that it
meant more than that. That you mean...

Would you just stop?

Please.

I want you to come with me.

What?

Are you crazy?

Damn proud of it too.

Look, I have more ex-wives and
mistresses than sears has tire centers.

Well, I'm sure they'd be pleased to hear
themselves compared to a steel-belted radial.

If you met them, you'd
realize that was a compliment.

But I've never felt like this.

Look...

just think about it.

I can send you a ticket.

I have a family, Sam...

right there, on the
other side of that door.

But it's not all you are.

There's so much more to you than
that. Why don't you let me show you?

No.

This is who I am.

And even if a part, a very tiny
part of me wanted something else...

I'd still choose to stay here.

Now I want you to go.

I brought you that. It's a
Persian melon, from Chile.

That's very strange,
Carl, but sweet.

We were investigating a murder, uh,

near the fruit and
vegetable market, so I...

Don't tell me those killer
tomatoes are at it again?

I-I just wanted to give you something, you
know, as a thank you for taking me to the game.

My pleasure.

And for meeting Drew Boyd.
Wow. I still can't get over that.

Yeah, he's really something.

So are you.

For being such a good friend, I mean.

I'll always be your friend.

Could I offer you a
friendly slice of melon?

No, thanks. Uh, I ought to be going.

Maybe we could do something
else friendly sometime.

Yeah, I'd like that.

Like bowling or fishing or...

Or this.

Was that a friendly kiss?

Y-yeah, I-I guess
you could say that.

In that case, it could
be a little friendlier.

Do you think maybe it's just a phase?

That maybe he hasn't met the right boy.

Substitute "right girl" and that's exactly
what my parents said when I told them I was gay.

But what about all the men?

He's had sex with more guys
than you and I put together.

His mother got him started on that,

and it was always for money, not love.

Do you think it's true?

Sounds like he's
discovered who he really is.

And it's not going to change, any more
than you and I could change who we are.

Well, what are we going to do? I mean,

talking about girls, women. I wouldn't know
the first thing. I've never even slept with one.

I have...

Once or twice.

Really?

Mm-mm.

How was it?

It was all right.

Got a hard-on and everything and...

I suppose I performed adequately.

At least no one complained.

But I also remember thinking...

"Why are guys so obsessed with this?

What's the big deal?"

I guess that was the first clue.

That and liking to
wear my mom's dresses.

Just kidding.

So we're both pretty useless
when it comes to guy stuff.

Someone else will have to
direct him to the g-spot.

I never could find it.

He can ask Mel and Linz. I'm
sure they know where it is.

Ben?

Do you think he'd be better off with...

straight parents?

What?

People who'll understand him.

We understand him.

He's still Hunter.

Gay or straight, it
doesn't make a difference.

It may not make a difference to us...

but what about him?

Our boy, Drew.

Yeah.

Christ, look at him go.

He can do anything. Run, throw, block.

Fuck you like a piston.

Make that "fuck me".

And did he ever,

in every possible way.

What are you drinking?

Nothing, unfortunately.

You might as well know, Teddy, um...

Drew Boyd and I have
been having an affair.

No. No you don�t.

No, no, no, no, you... you said you'd get back at me
that time I told you I met Greg Louganis down in Barbados

and sucked him off underwater,
and you believed me, but...

No, too smart for you.

I'm serious.

Come on. You don't
expect me to believe...

but th... It's impossible.

He's straight.

Tell my ass that.

We've been meeting three times
a week in this little motel.

I swore to him I�d never tell.

But now it's over.

And the worst part of it is...

I was falling in love
with the son of a bitch.

Your Barcelona chair will
look great in the living room.

Thanks for donating it for me.

Hey, gene, I got Brian to donate
his $2,000 Barcelona chair.

Withholding sex has
worked for centuries.

Thanks, but before we can think of redecorating,
we're going to need a roof over our heads.

You know the guy who was
organizing the Liberty Ride?

Jeffrey Pendergrass?

He was supposed to be at a
meeting last night at the center.

When he didn't show up,
they called his hotel.

He'd checked out.

Checked out?

Seems he resigned.

And what about the donations?

He sent a letter
saying that they almost,

but not quite, covered his expenses.

Oh, shit.

The one thing we had, even when
we didn't have funds, was hope.

And now we don't even have that.

Where are you off to?

Lamaze.

Why didn't you say something?
I'll just be a minute.

No need. Michael's meeting me there.

Michael?

He's a very good coach.

I'm sure, but what about me?

I figured you had business
with Sam at the gallery.

Sam's gone.

Ah, but not forgotten.

I watched you two from
the window. It was A...

very touching goodbye scene.

He's my friend, my mentor.

He...

He's awakened things in you.

Your desire to paint,
to express yourself.

Anything else?

You don't have to tell me.

I know.

You don't live with someone
for nine years and not know.

Mel...

I don't want to hear any of
your bullshit explanations.

I wasn't going to offer any.

What's important is...

it reconfirmed for me
that this is who I am.

That my life is with you and Gus...

and the baby.

That I still choose you.

Huh. That's very convincing testimony.

But I'm not so sure that...

I still choose you.

Moo!