After Louie Page #2

Mind if I smoke?

Do what you want.

What is all this?

It's a project

I'm working on.

Is this you?

Yeah.

With my writer friend

William.

You remind me of him

a lot, actually.

And that is one of the very first ACT UP!

demonstrations.

You do know

what ACT UP! is, right?

Yeah.

Wasn't born yesterday.

When were you born?

Don't answer that.

(CHUCKLES)

You're a filmmaker.

I'm an artist.

Come on.

Break's over.

(BOTTLES CLINKING)

Hi.

Morning.

What is this?

I'm fine.

How are you?

Why is there money

in my shoe?

Well, we hadn't

discussed it before,

but I thought...

500 for an overnight.

- Seriously.

- I might offer you something to eat,

but I don't eat breakfast.

Or lunch.

But I'd like

to see you again.

Unless you have

some sort of policy.

So can I call you

sometime?

Sure.

Okay,

what's your number?

Great.

Okay.

Bye, then.

Bye, Braeden.

(DOOR CLOSES)

- Hey.

- Oh, good, you're alive.

Uh... how was work?

It was lunch,

it was dead.

Did you call Isaac about

the leak in the bathroom?

I thought we agreed that if

we're gonna be gone all night,

we'd at least send

a f***ing text.

My phone was dead.

I have a present for you.

Close your eyes.

Come on.

Close your eyes.

Open them.

- What is this?

- It's $500.

- From where?

- I met some guy last night,

and we went back

to his place, and...

- What, you robbed him?

- He gave it to me.

- For what?

- For sex, I think.

He's crazy, right?

Yeah, it's pretty crazy.

I guess he thought

I was a professional.

This is a lot of money. Like,

what did you do to him?

Nothing out

of the ordinary.

How old is this guy?

45, 50.

Are you upset?

I don't know.

Don't be.

It's 500 bucks.

Right.

So I am dating

a prostitute now.

An accidental

prostitute.

Right.

Right, right, right.

Please don't be upset.

Promise you're not upset.

I promise.

Next time

I'll ask for double.

(BUZZER SOUNDS)

- SAM:
Yeah?

- Samuel, it's me.

- Jules?

- (GATE BUZZES)

- Surprise!

- Hey, Jules.

I'm moving in.

- What?

- Just for a few days.

Uh, I thought you didn't

leave Sagaponack in the summer.

Now I know you don't eat,

but I brought croissants.

Why aren't you

in your apartment?

I'm having my apartment

painted, Samuel.

- Okay.

- Jesus, this place is a dump.

It looks like

you just moved in.

Now don't worry about me,

I won't take up

too much space.

I'll sleep on the couch.

I insist.

Shocking as it is,

I can't say I'm surprised.

- He wasn't sick at all.

- Perfectly healthy,

for nearly 70.

- He was just alone.

- We're all alone.

But we don't just

up and jump out a window.

So your work

is going well?

Actually, I really

don't know what I'm doing.

That's a great

place to be.

- It is?

- Sure it is.

And how's

your love life?

I always want

to talk to you about art,

and all you want to hear

about is who I'm f***ing.

At my age, I have to get

my thrills where I can.

- When's the service?

- Wednesday morning.

Then I'm back

to the beach.

Oh, you can stay

as long as you want, Jules.

Really.

- These are all the photos I have.

- Oh, my God.

I wonder what

happened to him.

- Oh!

- Do you remember that day?

- I almost froze to death.

- Yeah.

You never wore gloves.

Well, you let me

keep my hands warm

- Hey, hey.

- in your armpits between chants.

So you think you'll be able to get

me those slides any time soon?

Come on, I'm not trying

to put you out.

Well, it's just everything went

into storage when we moved in here.

Oh, yeah.

I knew it was Mateo's fault,

all right.

JEFFREY:
I will try to

find them for you, I will.

I'll come with you

if you need help.

MATEO:

Hey, babe.

What are you two

up to?

- I was just leaving.

- Aw! What a shame.

Thanks for these.

Goodbye, Mateo.

MATEO:

Good to see you, Sam.

- Bye, Sam.

- SAM:
Mm-hmm.

So, uh, Sam here

grave digging again?

(GROWLS)

I know. Why don't you just

give him what he wants?

William isn't just Sam's,

you know?

I know.

Jules.

(QUIET SNORING)

SAM:

Hey, can you come over?

Don't use the buzzer.

Text me when you're near.

WILLIAM:
Chris, the guy

from the coffee shop.

First cappuccino

I ever had.

Yeah, he was there.

And I would see

so many people that I knew,

and my doctor would go.

(LAUGHING)

I could see him there.

God, I remember one time

at the Mine Shaft

I was strung up by Louie,

and he was whipping

the sh*t out of me,

and you were there, Sam.

And you looked

positively... heartbroken.

I later had to tell you

not to worry.

It was just for fun.

You were always

so sentimental, Sam.

Well, now Louie's

dead now, too.

(CELL PHONE BUZZES)

(DOOR CREAKS, CLOSES)

- Sorry, the M wasn't running.

- Shh! Quiet.

(PAPER RUSTLING)

Let's get this

out of the way first.

200?

No overnight, okay?

Sure.

And you have

to be quiet.

No screaming tonight.

I'll try.

Are you hungry?

I have this friend who's a straight guy.

He's married,

and he's always talking about how he

wants to have sex with other women.

- All men want to f***.

- Right.

- So do women.

- I wouldn't know.

So this guy is always

saying to me, like,

"Wow, you're so lucky, you can just

have sex with whoever you want,"

and I'm like, "So can you.

You know, just talk to your wife

about having an open relationship."

Right? I mean,

you're both adults.

You should be able to at least

talk about what you want,

about sex

and stuff, right?

- And?

- Yeah, and so he says

this, like,

super patronizing thing,

like, "Well, when you

really love someone,

and you start

a family with them,

then you don't want to see

them with anyone else."

Like I'm some disgusting,

promiscuous gay friend

who doesn't understand

how to really love someone.

Thank you.

Oh, can I have

some more coffee, please?

Like, I have a boyfriend,

right?

But I can have sex

with whoever I want to.

- You have a boyfriend?

- Didn't I tell you?

- No, you didn't.

- Oh.

Well, yeah.

But we're open,

so I do what I want.

- He doesn't care?

- No.

Who's that guy

on your couch?

Oh, that's just

an old friend.

He's my old teacher

from art school.

Cool.

How old are you?

I thought you didn't

want to know.

Now I do.

Almost 30.

- Really?

- Are you disappointed?

Damn, I didn't ask her

for ketchup.

How old are you?

Still old enough

to be your father.

Oh, good.

Excuse me, miss.

Can me and my daddy

have some ketchup?

So do you have a daddy thing

because your father died?

Hmm. Do you

like younger guys

because you're trying

to recapture your youth?

When I was your age,

younger,

all my friends

were dying.

Dropping like flies.

I went to funerals

twice a week.

So, yeah...

I guess I am trying

to recapture my youth.

But you know, it's not

really a daddy thing with me.

I actually don't feel

any older than you are.

And I'm not attracted

to guys my age, I'm just not.

I like all types

of guys.

Young, old, big, small.

Why discriminate?

How old's

your boyfriend?

- BRAEDEN:
My age.

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