Blackbird Page #4

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- Two b*tches, one stone.

- One stop shopping.

Crystal, we can't sleep together,

we're friends.

And friends help each other out.

My virginity is nothing but a curse.

But don't you want to save it

for someone special?

- Men are never special.

- Thanks.

You don't count,

you're not a man, you're a Randy.

Why'd I want to save

my precious virginity

for some drunken frat boy to brag about?

Not even, I'd rather give it to someone

who would at least find it useful.

Crystal, I can't sleep with you.

Why not?

- Because he's so not gay.

- Because you're Crystal.

And hot, thank you.

I thought you were straight.

You're the only boy in school

who doesn't want to f*** me.

Dude, even I want to f*** her.

See, gayer than a school gay boy.

I'm not about to have sex with anybody.

I don't need to prove

anything to anyone.

Got it?

Subject closed.

Closed!

- Gay.

- I heard that.

- What the heck are you doing?

- Shooting

You're nuts.

- Do something.

- What?

Do something crazy for the camera.

Be spontaneous.

Be nuts.

Say hey.

What are you talking about?

I love that you said heck.

Love that you never curse.

Love that you're so ripe and crisp.

You love a lot, don't you?

Dude.

You have no idea.

Uh, it's not going to get any greener.

Sorry.

So, how long you wanted to be an actor?

Since freshman year, when I started

taking drama in course.

What kind of movies do you want to make?

Not movies, films.

What's the difference?

Movies are about dreams.

Films are about truth.

What's wrong with the occasional dream?

I don't know, maybe nothing.

So, who's your favorite director?

John Cassavetes.

Who?

The father of American

independent cinema.

He used his success as an actor to make

small personal films,

a lot of them with his wife,

Gina Rowlands.

They were like this fierce

pioneering Hollywood couple.

Like Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie.

You are so cute.

So how come you're not macking out

in some big city film school?

Not everybody can afford

the big city prices.

What about your folks?

What about them?

You got a little time?

I need to show you something, okay?

Okay.

What are we looking at?

Where I'm from.

Oh.

Okay.

Not all the white boys around here

come from money, you know?

I guess.

You just don't look or sound like...

Trailer trash?

You still live here?

Still at home at 21.

You're 21?

You say in a way that kind

of makes me feel old.

Go right ahead.

No, I just mean you act so...

You look so young.

I didn't mean anything by it, God bless.

God bless?

I bet you're in the choir, aren't you?

Yeah.

I'm so going to hell.

Why?

'Cause I have the hots

for an underage choir boy.

Maybe this is hell.

I turn 18 this summer.

But you're straight.

Right.

God, I so want to kiss you right now.

Right outside your house?

You're right,

it'd be even more fun inside.

Yeah, right.

Your parents would love that.

They're cool.

Rather that I was doing it

in the safety of my room

than get busted by a cop up on the hill.

The hill?

Don't they teach you

straight boys nothing?

What is this place?

Who are all these guys?

Welcome to Booty Hill.

Is this some kind of lover's lane?

Kinda.

Most of these lovers will

pass each other on the street

tomorrow without a word

like strangers in the light.

Really?

It's a small town.

Most of these guys

are married or on the low.

And this is where you hang out?

Back when I was young and dumb and...

small town lonely,

looking for a lover's lane.

Got to admit, the stars up here

sure are something.

Wow.

Yeah.

Wow.

Get off me, man.

Dude, what part of no

didn't you understand?

F***ing tease.

You all right?

Let's get you home, all right?

Guess you've gotten quite

an education tonight, huh, choir boy?

I guess so.

You probably don't even

go to church, do you?

In this burg, we all do.

It's a f***ing town ordinance.

Got to go to church, got to believe.

Do you believe?

Am I allowed to believe

and still be gay?

It's kind of a sin.

Is that what the preacher told you?

Ever try asking God yourself?

Have you?

Yep.

He said, "Marshall, you're all right."

I said, "Are you sure?

I have these weird feelings

when I sit in college with cute boys."

God's like, "Who do you think

made cute boys?"

I'm all, "You, right?"

And He said, "To break

the hearts of boys like you."

So you do believe in God?

I do when I'm with you.

Sing.

What?

Sing, Randy.

Give me something to remember you by.

So years from now

when you're fat and married

with six screaming kids

that think daddy's God,

and I'm up on Booty Hill

paying some desperate kid

$20 for a bad blowj*b,

that same song pop in my head.

I'll remember the night we went

riding on a spring evening.

A lonely gay guy and a straight boy with

a voice that broke my heart.

Sweet hour of prayer

Sweet hour of prayer

The joy I feel

The bliss I share

Of those whose anxious spirits burn

With strong desires

For thy return

With such I hasten to the place

Where God my Savior

Chose his fate

And gladly take my station there

And wait for thee

Sweet hour of prayer

Wow. Like,

officially, wow.

Thanks.

"Parting is such sweet sorrow.

I shall say goodnight,

'Til there be a morrow."

"Sleep dwell upon thine eyes,

peace in thy breasts.

Would I were peace and sleep,

so sweet to rest."

Damn.

Straight to hell.

Crystal.

My house, Sunday after church.

Come on.

What do we have here?

Well?

Well, we're not virgins anymore.

Oh, my God, you skanks.

Hey, Randy, how's it feel

to be a card carrying hetero?

Randy, oh, Randy. Shh.

Randy?

Randy, shh.

Honey, it's okay.

Shh.

It's okay.

Come here.

I got you, I got you.

They say when you're falling in love

You feel like it's sent from above

But no one can tell you just what

You feel when you're falling in love

I'm totally feeling confused

But when I don't know what to do

I pray to the heavens above

I say, what is this feeling?

Am I falling in love?

It's got me reeling

I just can't get enough

Lord, I'm trying to resist it

But it's so damn insistent

What is this feeling? Oh

Trying to embrace the word

like my mother did

Or do I just kiss the wind

like my father did

What is this feeling?

Am I falling in love?

Am I falling in love?

O, wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied?

And what satisfaction

canst thou have tonight?

The exchange of thy love's

faithful vow for mine.

I gave thee mine

before thou didst request it:

And yet I would it were to give again.

Wouldst thou withdraw it?

For what purpose, love?

But to be frank, and give it thee again.

And yet I wish but for the thing I have.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea,

My love as deep;

the more I give to thee,

The more I have,

for both are infinite

Baby!

Well I guess that beard started to itch.

Oh, my God, Leslie's pregnant.

Hey.

I brought your school homework.

My father is driving me

to Atlanta in the morning.

Can you believe?

There's not a single place in the entire

state of Mississippi

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