After Louie Page #5

Is anybody gonna eat

the last egg roll?

Nobody is saying that the

work you do isn't important

or what you see

isn't real, Sam.

But we all saw it.

You just need to take a

breath and look around

and see that your friends are

happy and be happy for them.

Yes, I am privileged,

but I have used that privilege...

Yeah, to buy

sex and drugs.

...at a time when it was

desperately important

to try and make

a difference.

Cut the crap.

I mean, who do you think

you're helping with your art?

What does my art

have to do with this?

- Tell 'em, Jeffrey.

- Tell me what?

MATEO:
Tell him

how you feel.

I'm not okay with how

you're using William.

Using William?

He was my friend, Sam,

who I introduced you to,

and he's gone,

and it hurts.

Yes, I know that.

He's not a symbol

for anything.

He's not a project.

Maggie, did you know

Jeffrey felt this way?

This was supposed to be

a happy day, you know.

Let's just eat and drink

champagne and celebrate.

Thank you, Jeffrey,

for telling me

how you feel.

And congratulations.

Can I bum a smoke?

Sure.

Thanks, man.

F***!

F***.

You sure you want

to do this?

Yeah.

Let's do it.

Thanks again

for doing this.

Sure.

So what do you

want us to do?

Whatever you feel

comfortable with...

...doing.

Okay.

What's all this?

Okay, uh, how long

have you been together?

Uh... five years?

Six years in September.

Just move into the center

a little.

Why don't you

take your shirts off?

Are you gonna

paint us?

I don't know yet.

You okay?

Yeah.

You're funny.

- Am I?

- Yeah.

Luke, it's okay.

We're not making a porno.

Right.

This is art.

It's exciting.

What?

Lukas,

why don't you, um...

pick up that whip?

How does that feel?

Okay.

SAM:

Want to use it?

Do you?

- No.

- Sam, what are you doing?

Why didn't you tell me

Lukas was pos?

- Excuse me?

- I said why didn't you tell me?

Because it's not

my thing to tell.

Okay? And it's actually

none of your business.

- But we are f***ing.

- BRAEDEN:
We're using condoms.

- LUKAS:
Think I'm gonna go.

- SAM:
That's not the point.

Yeah, actually,

that's exactly the point.

I'm on PrEP,

Lukas is undetectable.

SAM:
You don't

have to go, Lukas.

Yeah, I actually

think that I do.

BRAEDEN:
Sam, do you even know

what "undetectable" means?

Yes.

I thought that I could come

here to do something for us.

But I think I should probably

let you guys do your thing.

BRAEDEN:
Luke.

Wait.

What the f***?

Wait, can...

Can you just not

film me, okay?

Can you just stop?

Aren't you gonna

go after him?

What? Argh. Can you not smoke

for like five minutes, please?

- Excuse me?

- Yeah, it's f***ing disgusting.

And it's also

really bad for you.

Gee, thanks for the tip.

You take it

for granted.

How easy you have it.

How easy you think you have it.

Is that why

you brought us here?

So you could get up

on your little soapbox

and tell us

that we're not living right?

We're not

doing it right.

You know something, Sam,

who needs another

f***ing AIDS movie, anyway?

All right, AIDS was scary.

We get it.

You can watch all the movies,

and you can read all the books,

and you can take every f***ing

queer theory class you want...

Right!

I'll never understand.

I don't think

you ever will.

If you'd gone from a

hospital room, to a...

to a memorial service,

to a "I'm trying to help someone

not lose their apartment,"

to a demonstration,

to another funeral...

Do you want me

to thank you?

For being there?

For surviving?

For fighting?

Thank you.

I mean it.

Thank you.

But why can't you focus on the

progress that you've created?

Things are changing.

They're different. They're better.

They're good.

If I want to have nasty

leather sex, I can do that.

I can do it safely,

without any shame.

I can live with my

HIV-positive partner,

and we don't have to be scared

about when he's gonna die.

You did that, Sam.

You did that for me,

for us.

For everyone.

(SNIFFLES)

Can you please

stop smoking?

- What do you care?

- I just do.

I care, Sam.

I care about you.

If you really think

that no one can

understand your life,

or who you are

or what you went through

because they weren't

there with you,

then what are you doing?

Right? Like,

what is all this, huh?

What is

the f***ing point, Sam?

(DOOR SLAMS)

Samuel!

Hey, Jules.

God, I love

this place.

Well, why do you

stay away, then?

For good reason.

Sam, really.

That was

a long time ago.

Anyway, you're far

too old for me now.

Don't remind me.

Oh, come on.

You're like Peter Pan.

Well, when and if

I do grow up...

you're exactly who

I'd like to be.

That's nice, Samuel.

I guess I don't

want to be alone.

Well, it's something

I've gotten used to.

I just don't want

to end up like your friend.

Well, that's easy,

Samuel.

Simply refrain from

jumping out of a window.

Oh, my God.

I'm gonna go

down to the water.

Here, take this.

I'll see you down there

at cocktail hour.

With cocktails.

Okay.

WILLIAM:

I am a queen.

Queen Victoria.

La reine Angleterre.

I will become known

as Princess Royale.

Princess of holidays.

And Louie...

Oh, Louie.

(MUTTERS)

I am the captain,

and this is my ship.

Le bateau impassible,

incroyable, royale,

all stuffed into...

black garbage bags...

...and thrown overboard.

- Sam.

- Sam.

- Oh, God.

- This should make you feel better.

Thanks.

Now... let's drink.

Oh!

It's nice to spend

some time with you, Jules.

- Before...

- Before what? I die?

You finish your film?

You know, I'm not quite sure I've

forgiven you for giving up painting.

Oh, not you too.

I still have

that first painting.

Your first from my class.

- You do?

- Yeah.

It's hanging in the hall

by the stairs.

I thought you hated

that thing.

I love it.

I need to do this

more often.

(SIGHS)

Me, too.

So many stars

out here.

SAM:
I almost forgot about them.

JULES:
It's an illusion, Samuel.

It's all

a beautiful illusion.

Are you just gonna

keep staring at me,

or are you gonna

say something?

You can't just keep

not talking to me.

I never thought

I'd be so bored...

Come here.

The square inch

of my room

Gets smaller

when you're near me

And I can see your yours

You can see the dots

in my eyes...

Is that what you want?

But they're glued

to the headline

You can do

what you want

But you never do it

under the gun

You can say

what you want

But you never say it

under the gun

(GRUNTS) What am I gonna

do with all these books?

Jesus, you're such

a child.

(WHINES)

Help me.

Okay, okay.

Since you don't

have any shelves...

let's just stack them...

neatly, in columns,

against the wall.

Just make it look

like it's on purpose.

When did you get

this place again?

'98.

Well, it's about time it started

looking like a real home.

I never expected

to be here so long.

I'm hungry.

Are you hungry?

I could eat.

So Mark is gonna bring the

tree by in a couple of hours.

I can't believe you're

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