Red White & Blue Page #2

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First new message.

Hey, Franki, it's me.

Hey, give me another one, Al.

Dude, you're f***ing driving.

Give me another one, b*tch!

I shook my head and I said

I am not gonna be the man

God damn, I am not gonna be the man!

Franki, what the f***

are you doing, man?

I'm talking to my bassist.

What the f*** are you doing, Ed?

Don't f***in' talk to me like that.

You're still on shift.

This is why I never hire friends.

Give me a break, man. It's 4:00.

I'm done.

It's not 4:
00.

"It's not 4:
00"?

If you still want a job here,

you stand the f*** up.

I'm not f***ing around here, man.

It's 4:
00.

I'm done now, Carl.

See you out back.

Dr. Kravitz, you have

a visitor in the main lobby.

Hello?

Sarah?

So you're not even seeing him anymore.

This was all for a month?

I'm sorry.

F***ing right, you're sorry.

I hope it was worth it.

Of course it wasn't worth it.

Was he a good f***?

Was he?

I just wanted to apologize.

What I did, it wasn't nice,

and it wasn't fair.

And you didn't deserve it.

And I'm sorry.

Please?

Look, it's just--

with my mom and everything, you know,

it's just, like--

it just has not been a good time.

How is she, your mom?

I'm proud of her.

I mean, it's a complete mind-f***,

but we're taking it one day at a time,

and she's being really strong

about it all, so--

so yeah.

Send her my love, won't you?

If she doesn't hate me, that is.

She'd only hate you if I hated you.

Does she hate me?

She could never hate you.

All right.

Okay.

We got the European support.

Hey, Tiger.

It's okay. Don't get up.

You look great.

Thanks.

Hey, Franki.

Franki.

What?

I'm not gonna beat around the bush

with you, Mrs. Morrison.

We got good news.

The biopsy tests say that you

are now officially in remission.

Yes.

Congratulations.

- Oh, my God.

- Congratulations.

Thank you.

Oh, that's lovely.

Oh, thank you so much, guys.

I am so happy for you all.

Really, I am.

Mom, this is about you

for a change, not us.

Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah,

I prefer that on the TV.

The shelf.

No, the TV.

No, the shelf!

Guys, guys!

Mom, it's fine on the TV.

Actually, the TV is good.

- Hey!

- Hey, sorry.

I didn't know you were entertaining.

You remember Franki's friends, right?

- Hey, guys.

- Mr. Morrison.

You want a drink?

No, I can't stay long.

I got Pamela waiting in the car.

Mm-hmm, well, bring her in.

- Mom!

- It's fine, really.

Life is too short.

Tell her she's perfectly welcome.

I just wanted to give you these.

Those are beautiful.

Oh, thank you very much.

I'm not sure I understand

what you're saying.

Yeah, I can do that.

I just-- I don't understand why.

Yeah, you just said that, but why?

There's no real easy way

to say this, Mr. Morrison,

so I'm just gonna come out with it.

Your blood sample has been

tested positive for HIV.

Do you know what HIV is?

No, no.

No, there's got to be a mistake.

The human immunodeficiency virus

is the virus that leads to,

or I should say, can lead to AIDS.

I say "can"

because the good news these days

is that medicine is such

that many HIV patients

have the same life expectancy

as people without HIV.

But I've been donating blood

to my mother

for the last eight months.

Nothing's ever shown up before.

Do you use intravenous drugs?

No.

- Have you ever?

- No.

Have you had unprotected sex

with anyone in the last six months?

Yeah, but--

I mean, it was only once.

Once is all it takes, I'm afraid.

What about my mother?

Mrs. Morrison has been

informed of your status,

and she's been tested too.

Oh, your mother's upstairs.

You prick!

Out of my way.

Franki, your mother's tired.

It's okay, Arnold.

Why don't you just shut the door

behind you?

Did you get the results back?

Not yet.

I don't know what to say.

You're my baby, Franki.

You don't have to say anything.

Table five sent back.

Too f***in' well done.

Whoa, what the f***?

And now I see

that you are right by my side

Leaving the notion that I cannot deny

I'm clean.

Me too, man.

Sorry, man.

Wouldn't want it any other way.

- Nope.

- No.

- No.

- No.

- No.

- No.

No.

Who knows, maybe this European tour

is finally the start of something.

And I want to keep doing it

until it happens, right?

But part of me is like,

do I really want be scraping

around for cash

in my 30s and 40s,

living this deluded dream

that may never happen?

You know, I see those guys

on 6th Street all the time,

and I don't want to be like that.

I don't want to be a loser, you know?

I mean, we did sell, like,

which is great.

And we often get orders

for T-shirts from, like,

Tokyo and London and wherever.

But I'm just thinking

if I want to get married and have kids,

I can barely support myself right now,

let alone anyone else.

So when does the dream stop?

When we first started dating,

I thought it was so cool

that you were in a band.

I never told you this,

but I never actually

wanted you to succeed,

'cause part of me,

I was always petrified I'd lose you.

You wouldn't have lost me.

Temptation, Franki, night after night.

It would happen.

Even if you didn't want to, one night,

a couple of J.D.s too many,

cute girl with a nice smile.

It would have happened.

Please, Franki, please.

What's wrong?

I got to tell you something, Sarah.

- No.

- No.

- No.

- No.

- No.

- No.

- No.

- We're in business, boys.

I saw it in her eyes.

She knows.

Did you know?

- Did you know?

- Did I know what?

Did you know?

I don't know what you're talking about.

Did you know that you had HIV

when you first met me?

That's a yes. That's a f***in' yes, man!

She knows.

Did you know?

Did you know?

That's a yes. That's a f***in' yes, man!

- She knows.

- Did you know?

Did you know?

Did you f***ing know?

You knew, didn't you?

You know how old I was

when I lost my virginity?

Four.

Two days after my fourth birthday.

You know who I lost my virginity to?

My mama's boyfriend.

Why are you telling us this?

You get f***ed two days

after your fourth birthday,

you tend not to care

about anything much.

Everyone says it's

this horrendous disease,

but I don't know.

It's okay.

It doesn't hurt.

Hasn't ever stopped me

from doing anything I wanted.

I live a pretty normal life.

What, like f***ing everyone you meet?

If a guy thinks he can get away with it,

mostly he'll give it his best to do so.

That's what my mama's boyfriend thought.

And you know what?

He was right.

Credit to you for not joining the party.

There aren't many of you around.

How many guys have you slept with?

Kind of lost count awhile back.

Guys, I love you,

and I know y'all had my back

in what's been

the most f***ed-up year ever.

So I think I'd like to buy you

a few beers at the diner,

Cucaracha's, wherever.

More than I thought.

Looks like a couple shots as well.

Why don't you just come with us, Franki?

We'll go down to Emo's.

We'll go to the Mohawk.

Yeah, dude.

A-Line's on the decks tonight.

It's gonna kick the sh*t, man.

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