Freak Show Page #4

Let the healing begin.

Hello.

Make that leap.

Make that leap.

Hey, what are you guys

talking about?

Fashion.

'Cause I thought that

we were talkin' football.

We were talkin'

about shoulder pads.

FYI, they rocked

the runway in Paris

last spring.

Well, I thought we were

talking about football.

And anyway, you didn't say

anything about my pants.

Are these butch, baby, or what?

Billy?

I thought we said

more Wrangler, less fabulous.

Yeah, I thought you were joking.

I'm not.

Fag!

Billy?

Now, before you say anything

you said after school,

I could be me.

And this is me.

You look awesome.

Seriously?

Four hours in hair and makeup.

I've been preened, plucked

and bustiered so tightly

that my toes

are turning blue,

and "Awesome"?

No.

I look Atlantastic.

Okay, Atlantastic.

Why'd you run away

after class today?

I didn't run.

I was chased.

Oh.

We're making progress, right?

I mean, you're not

getting beamed in the head

as much anymore.

Am I not?

This is crazy.

I'm compromising myself

for reasons

I don't even understand anymore.

I need a drink.

Want me to hold your thing?

Shut up.

Flip, Flip!

I'm so sorry.

I'm so sorry. I must've

made them pretty strong.

I forgot, that's how

Muv likes them.

Stop callin' me Flip.

I hate it.

It's a stupid nickname.

Call me Mark.

Mark.

You know what, Billy?

You're alright.

Thank you very much.

No, I mean it.

I mean it.

You are who you are, and..

And... yes?

I have somethin' for you.

His name's Lenny.

I want you to have him.

- Really?

- Take him.

I mean, so what

if he's half-burnt?

He's screwed up.

He'll fit right in here.

You know what I mean?

I wanna tell him

I don't know

what he's talking about

but I don't wanna

ruin the moment.

I think he's tryin'

to explain our friendship

in straight terms

which I'm not very fluent in.

Billy, you're gonna

be great tomorrow.

They're gonna love you.

Just remember,

no pizazz, alright?

Hey, no pizazz, alright?

I've gotta be me, Mark.

Do you?

I've got to be me.

The pain!

Do you feel the flames?

Do you feel the hellfire

flickerin' at your feet?

I am the ghost

of Zelda Fitzgerald.

And when I danced

upon this mortal coil

with my husband,

F. Scott, and I

we knew boundless joy

and unfathomable pain.

Our larger-than-life

escapades

and violent,

gin-fueled tantrums

defined the Roarin' Twenties.

And I, I still remember

how we danced

how we drank, how we fought

and how we loved

like there was

no... tomorrow.

And now..

As my skin

blisters and burns

scorches and curls off the meat

and with every flame lick

I endure

I'm reminded of my own..

Personal damnation.

From madcap

to just plain mad..

I am Zelda Fitzgerald!

And I wrote

"The Great Gatsby."

And scene.

In all 27 years of my teaching

I have never been

more thrilled

by a book report.

Oh, no, no, no.

Mrs. Monusky,

that's so kind.

If you'll excuse me,

I've gotta scrape cereal

off my face.

Of course.

Bright light city

gonna set my soul

Gonna set my soul

on fire

Got a whole

lot of money

That's ready to burn

So get those stakes

up higher

There's a thousand

pretty women

Waitin' out there

And I'm just the devil

with love to spare

Viva Las Vegas

Viva Las Vegas..

Maybe dancing

on the coffee table

was a bad idea.

Listen to me, Junebug.

You only get one shot

at the pageant

so who cares

if you smash up

a few tables?

At least you danced.

Jesus Christ!

Oh!

Well, if it isn't

the disappearing man.

You missed it all, William.

And yet, you were not missed.

Goddammit, Muv,

what's wrong with you?

Stop it!

Don't yell at her!

It's okay. I'm used to it.

What were you thinking?

Stop! I did it!

- I broke the table!

- Is that the truth?

"The truth is rarely pure

and never simple."

- What?

- Oscar Wilde,

you philistine.

- Just go to bed!

- At least I danced.

Isn't that right, Muv?

Yes, love. That's right.

- Thank you very much.

Ever let the fancy roam.

Hey, ladies, get in line!

Time to hit the rope.

You know the drill.

One of you holds.

One of you climbs.

Coach Carter. Sir. Hi.

I don't feel like

this is something

I should be doing.

This isn't a therapy session.

That's the whole point!

You're not supposed to feel!

You're supposed

to be a man and do!

Now let's go!

Bloom, you hold.

Bo-Bo, you climb.

You can handle that, right?

Feelings?

Oh, sweet, baby Jesus,

no, no, no.

Don't do this to me.

Not Bo-Bo.

Another perfect specimen

of Gluteus and Maximus.

I closed my eyes for one second

and my President Johnson

was saluting the troops.

Hey, Bo-Bo, Billy's got

a present for you.

And it's tiny.

Hey, guys, guys!

Just quit it!

Hey!

Knock it off.

It's embarrassing enough

as it is.

Bloom, why don't you

hit the showers?

Make it a cold one.

- Oh!

- Oh!

Alright, you morons

this kind of thing

can happen to anyone.

A hundred push-ups

right now!

It could.

His ass was in my face.

It could have been

anyone's ass.

- Yo...

- I'm at the mercy

of my hormones!

Look, dude,

all I'm sayin'

is that it's just

it's a tough thing

to live down, alright?

Maybe it's not such a big deal.

I mean, Coach Carter said

this happens to everybody.

Don't even think

about taking a shower

with us, boner.

Oh, come on, man.

Dickwad.

Leave him alone.

What, are you two

butt buddies or somethin'?

Dude, back off.

Oh, so you are!

You're fudge packers.

Shut up!

Oh!

Fight! Fight!

Hey, break it up!

Break it up! Break it up!

- F***ing f*ggot!

- Are you kidding me?

It's homecoming in two weeks.

Are you trying

to make me bench you?

Look at me.

What's goin' on?

Is there something you

need to talk about, Flip?

No, nothing.

Help me out here, guys.

What's goin' on?

Billy, what's goin' on?

Billy. Billy!

Oh, Flip, Flip,

please tell me

it's not true.

You're not gay, right?

Flip, I heard Billy

was practically

ass raping you in gym class.

That's a lie, and besides,

I was behind him.

Well, at least

we know you're the top.

Would you shut up?

Hey, hey, hey, are you okay?

Yeah, I'm okay, I'm fine.

Would you just please

just get out of here?

I was just trying to help.

Well, stop helpin', okay?

You know what,

we'll let you guys

have your little

lover's quarrel alone.

- We're not...

- Let's get out of here,

Mark. Come on.

Get off me, you homo!

Oh, no, trouble in paradise?

Muv?

- Muv?

- Hi.

Junebug!

Mr. Bloom is on his way.

I see you found the bar.

You're out of gin.

I've missed you so much.

I can't stand another second.

Just take me home.

Let me look at you.

Darling, when did you

start wearing blue jeans?

Oh, no. I know.

But they're really

common around here.

I know,

that's the problem.

They're so common.

Oh, I was so worried about you.

I came as soon as I heard

you were in a coma.

That was five weeks ago.

I'm sorry I couldn't

get here any earlier.

I've been abroad.

Is that what they call

rehab these days?

Isn't there a toilet around here

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