A Single Man: Making of a Single Man Page #2

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was not without a cause.

It's just that the cause wasn't real.

The cause was imagined.

The cause was fear.

Let's leave the Jews out o

this just for a moment.

Let's think of another minority.

One that...

One that can go unnoticed if it needs to.

There are all sorts of minorities,

blondes for example...

...or people with freckles.

But a minority is only

thought of as one...

...when it constitutes some kind of

threat to the majority.

A real threat or an imagined one.

And therein lies the fear.

If the minority is somehow invisible...

...and the fear is much greater.

That fear is why the

minority is persecuted.

So, you see there always is a cause.

The cause is fear.

Minorities are just people.

People like us.

I can see that I've lost you a bit.

So tell you what? We're gonna

forget about Mr. Huxley today...

...and we're gonna talk about fear.

Fear, after all, is our real enemy.

Fear is taking over our world.

Fear is being used as a tool of

manipulation in our society.

It's how politicians peddle policy.

It's how Madison Avenue sells us

things that we don't need.

Think about it.

Fear of being attacked.

Fear of that there are communists

lurking around every corner.

Fear of that some little

Caribbean country...

...that doesn't believe in our way

of life poses a threat to us.

Fear that black culture

may take over the world.

Fear of Elvis Presley's hips.

Actually, maybe that one is a real fear.

Fear that our bad breath

might ruin our friendships.

Fear of growing old and being alone.

The of that we're useless and that

no one cares what we have to say.

Have a good weekend.

Sir! May I talk to you for a minute?

Why don't you always

talk to us like that?

I don't think it went over very well.

Man, fear of things gets

to me all the time.

But you can't talk about it with

anyone or you just sound like a fool.

- You can't even talk about it with Lois?

- I don't think she's afraid of anything.

Everyone's afraid of something, Kenny.

What are you afraid of, sir?

Cars.

How can you live in Los Angeles

and be afraid of cars?

Maybe you can't.

Sometimes my fear of things

can almost paralyze me.

It's like I get really panic stricken and

I feel like I might explode or something.

- May I ask you a personal question, sir?

- If you like.

Do you ever get high?

- How old do I look to you?

- Have you ever taken any drugs?

Of course, Kenny.

Like what?

I don't feel I should be discussing this

with you on campus Mr. Potter.

It's the only way I get by sometimes.

- Have you ever tried mescaline?

- Not my drug of choice.

I shaved off one of my eyebrows once

on mescaline. Not a good look for me.

- Sir?

- I looked in the mirror.

Big mistake if you're high on mescaline.

I decided that my eyebrows

were taking over my face.

Before I knew it, I had shaved one off.

I wore a band-aid over my eye for about

six weeks while my brow grew back.

Very embarrassing.

- You didn't take it again after that?

- Kenny, have you been listening to me?

I shaved off my eyebrow.

I wanted an experience Mr. Potter,

not a career on stage.

If you ever want to get high sir,

I usually have some dope.

You're really mad aren't you?

I'm sorry, sir. I guess you don't feel

very comfortable talking like this.

What makes you say that?

Lois thinks you're kind of cagey.

Like this morning...

...when you were listening to all that

crap we were talking about Huxley.

Well, not all of you.

I didn't notice you open

your mouth once.

I was watching you.

You let us ramble on and on

and then you straighten us out.

But you never really tell us

everything you know about something.

Well, maybe that's true up to a point.

It's not that I want to be cagey.

It's just that I can't really discuss

things completely openly...

...at school.

Someone would misunderstand.

I tried that today.

It didn't really work out.

What was it you wanted to get, sir?

Nothing. I was on my way

to the dean's office.

You mean you walked all the way

down here just to talk to me?

- Why not?

- Well...

I think you deserve

something for that, sir.

Here sir, take your pick.

- It's on me.

- Thank you.

I thought you'd probably pick blue.

- Why blue?

- Isn't blue supposed to be spiritual?

What makes you think I'm spiritual?

And you? Red?

- What is red stand for?

- A lot of things.

Rage, lust.

No kidding?

Well sir, I...

I guess I see you around.

Hello?

What are you up to, kiddo?

Just trying to finish up a book.

How's your day going?

Fine.

I was just leaving school and wanted to

know if you needed anything for tonight.

Thanks, you're sweet.

But I think I'm all set.

Be a darling and...

...pick up gin for me, Tangueray.

I love the color of the bottle.

You love what's in it.

What time do you want me?

Perfect. I'll see you then.

I'll see you then.

Bye, Geo.

Bye, kiddo.

Beautiful.

- Yes, Mr. Potter?

- Are you going somewhere, sir?

That is usually why people

get into their cars.

No, I mean are you going on

vacation or something?

- What?

- I saw you cleaning out your office.

What exactly is it that you want, Kenny?

I was just hoping that perhaps we could get

together for a drink or something sometime.

Why is that?

I don't know, sir.

Because I think you might like it.

And...

...because you seem as though

you could use a friend.

- Oh really?

- Yes, sir. You do.

They may be right.

It will have to be another time.

I'm late.

But thank you for the invitation.

And thank you for the talk earlier.

And stay away from the mescaline.

Hello, Mr. Falconer.

- Hello. How are you today?

- I'm fine, sir.

- Do you need to get into your box?

- Yes, I do.

Follow me.

Here you are, sir.

If you could please sign here...

- Thank you.

- Thank you.

So explain your friend Charlotte to me.

What would you like to know?

I don't know.

You seem very intimate I guess.

Like you were once

together or something.

- You haven't slept with her, have you?

- Yes.

And?

A few times when we were young.

I wouldn't say that it

meant nothing to me...

...but it certainly meant

a great deal more to Charley.

It was a long time ago in London.

I love Charley.

- And We were very close friends

but that's all. - Well, I'm confused.

If you sleep with women

then why are you with me?

Because I fall in love with men.

Because I fell in love with you.

Anyway, doesn't everyone sleep with

women when they're young?

- I haven't.

- You're joking.

No, I'm not.

It was just never anything

that interested me.

Well, you're awfully

modern aren't you?

You know, I think that was the first

thing that I noticed about you...

...was how sure of yourself you were.

How can you be so sure about

everything at your age?

You think I'm sure of myself?

Of course, you are.

I'm finished now.

Thank you.

Yes, Mr. Falconer?

Is there something else we

can help you with today?

I can't find my check book

and I need some cash.

Not my day I'm afraid.

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