After Louie Page #3

- SAM:
There you go.

William was beautiful.

Really so, so gorgeous.

And he went

from being so handsome

to looking a zombie skeleton

in a horror movie.

F***.

We used to go to a diner,

kind of like this,

just a couple of blocks

away, actually,

and it was always full of

muscle queens and 'roid heads,

and William

would always say,

"Let's get a table

right in the middle."

He liked to scare them.

William was quite

the provocateur.

So was I.

Not anymore?

We fought for things

that really mattered.

- Like what?

- Like health care,

and the right

to be a dirty fag,

and to f*** who

and how we wanted.

We fought against the church

and the FDA and the government

and we were really

getting somewhere...

and nowadays,

your generation...

you don't do anything.

And you think

that's because of what?

The community is dead.

Literally...

as well as figuratively.

Sure, it's not

the same as it was...

but what is?

But there used to be

such a brotherhood,

and now, you young gays

just aren't interested.

Some people say

it's the corn syrup.

- Corn syrup?

- Mm, high-fructose corn syrup.

It's in everything.

See?

It's the opiate

of the masses,

numbing us all so we don't wake up

and see what's really going on.

So you take this with you

wherever you go?

Yeah. I like to keep

track of my thoughts.

- What kind of thoughts?

- Private thoughts.

Thoughts about hot, older guys

who give me money for sex.

I do not give you

money for sex.

I give you money

because I like you,

and I like giving you money.

I also use it for my "drawing people without

looking at what I'm drawing" series.

- Your what?

- I'll show you.

There.

Always ends up looking like

them in some weird way.

See?

Don't you think that sort of

captures your soul?

JULES:

Well, that's that.

It was a beautiful

service, though, wasn't it?

Mm-hmm.

Thanks for being

my date, Sam.

That's my last one.

I've been to too many.

- You're gonna have to be at mine.

- Oh boy.

Eventually, Sam,

my time will come,

and you'll have to be there

to pay your respects.

Who else but you to give

the keynote address?

I'll be there.

- MAN:
Julian!

- Yes?

I thought

that was you!

It's Patrick.

Donnelly.

For heaven's sakes,

Patrick Donnelly.

- It's been ages.

- I'm in from Seattle, for Robert.

Of course, yes.

Oh, I'm sorry. This is Samuel,

a dear friend of mine,

and a former student.

Samuel, this is Patrick,

a former lover.

Wow. Um, well, hi.

How did you know Robert?

Another former

lover of mine.

Mine too.

Can I take you

for a tea, Julian?

Unless I'm interrupting.

No, no, not at all.

I'd love a tea.

As a matter of fact, I'll

make us tea up in my place.

- Where are you staying?

- 88th and Amsterdam.

Perfect.

I'm on the Upper West.

I thought your apartment

was being painted.

That's what

I said, Samuel.

See you later.

Thanks again.

You're welcome.

Nice meeting you, Samuel.

You too.

(CLASSICAL MUSIC PLAYS)

It's been a long time,

hasn't it?

Since we've...

had a tea together.

(GRUNTS)

What are

you doing today?

I work at 6:
00.

Can I take you

to brunch?

I thought you were gonna

start looking for a job today.

I have some stuff

coming up.

- "Some stuff"?

- And...

I made us

another 200 last night.

What the hell,

Braeden?

- What the hell, what?

- What the hell are you doing?

Making us money.

You could work for money

like normal people.

So I'm supposed

to not take the money?

Yeah, don't

take the money.

That doesn't

make any sense.

Let's go for brunch.

I'm going to the gym.

- You just came from the gym.

- So what?

You just showered.

Fine.

Okay.

Well...

let's go

for brunch, then.

I don't want

to go for brunch.

I want you to stop

taking money for sex.

I thought you were

okay with it.

I didn't think it was gonna become

this regular thing you did.

I thought we could do

whatever we wanted.

- Sure.

- I'm just having fun.

Don't you want me to have fun?

I want you to have fun.

Yes, I do.

He has money.

We need money.

- Right.

- It's a win-win.

Let's go for brunch.

So is it

the same guy, then?

It's really

not a big deal, Luke.

Do you like him?

- Do I like him?

- Does he f*** you?

Oh, my God, Luke,

this is so stupid.

Can we seriously

go for brunch?

You say "brunch" one more

time, I swear to God...

Oh...

You know,

I do feel better.

I thought you were

just hangry.

You were.

Guess what I don't want

to do tonight.

Why don't

you just quit?

Oh... yeah,

that's a good idea.

I'll just quit,

now that you're bringing

so much cash as a rent boy.

(LAUGHS)

Why don't you talk

to that waiter over there?

Keeps checking you out.

The one in

the tight pants?

- He's cute.

- He's okay.

Keeps looking at you.

You know, I don't have

to hook up with someone

just to get even, Braeden.

That's not

what I meant.

Besides...

I only have eyes

for you.

You're not gonna keep taking

money from that guy, are you?

If you don't

want me to, I won't.

- Good.

- Hm.

SAM:
(SIGHS)

Look at all this.

Have you ever seen

anything so vulgar?

I like it.

I don't mean the art.

I mean the people.

Look at these

f***ing a**holes.

Oh.

Yeah, total a**holes.

I thought this

was your crowd.

Not anymore.

Want some more wine?

Obviously.

Thank you.

Sam, I'm glad

you made it.

Isn't it fantastic?

He's so young,

so fresh, don't you think?

Yeah.

Yeah, very fresh.

It's a great energy

in this room.

Reminds me of when people used

to get excited about your work.

DB, come here. I want

you to meet Sam Cooper.

Sam Cooper,

this is DB.

Isn't he just fantastic?

A real star

in the making, I think.

Interesting work.

It, uh...

looks like

you're having a lot of fun.

Sam Cooper.

Yeah, I've heard of you.

Great.

Good.

Are you working

on anything new?

I am,

as a matter of fact, yes.

I'm working on a new

video film project.

- Cool.

- Mm-hmm.

And this is Braeden.

He's sort of my new... muse.

He's helping me

with the project.

- This is, uh, Rhona.

- Hello.

- And DP.

- It's DB.

Hi.

Well, I should, uh...

It was great

to meet you, Sam.

Uh, Rhona, I want to...

(CLEARS THROAT)

I want to thank you

for something.

- Oh, yeah?

- Yeah.

I'd like to thank you

for not believing in me,

and for telling me

I was too old

to try out

something new.

- Sam...

- No, it was really

the kick in the ass

I needed,

and I never should have

said that your opinion

- is just sh*t.

- You never said that.

And I'm especially

sorry for saying that I hope

you choke on a bag full

of f***ing d*cks and die.

I never should

have said that, never.

It really was

beyond the pale,

and I hope you can

find it in your....

heart to forgive me.

You never said

any of those things.

I didn't?

Ooh, well, I guess

it must've all

been in my head.

You're a very strange man,

Sam Cooper.

(GRUNTS)

Cheers.

"Choke on a f***ing

bag of d*cks and die."

I've wanted to say that

for such a long time.

Well... good for you.

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