Stonewall Page #3

I'm going to write you every single day.

I promise you, every single day.

Where do you want to go?

I'm going to go to New York maybe.

I'll come with you. I...

I can come with you. Please.

Oh, Phebes, you know you can't.

Cricket, you know you can't.

Come on.

Joe.

What do you want?

Joe, it's me.

Why did you lie about us?

You should go, Danny.

Please, just go!

Joe, who was that?

A**hole, we're trying

to get our beauty sleep.

Open up!

Someone answer the goddamn

f***in' door, please!

Look, mister, you're

going to have to give us

a few more hours.

We're working girls in here, you know that.

No. You gotta get out.

I know what's going on.

There's at least a dozen

of you guys in there.

Oh, come on, mister.

We're gonna be really nice

to you, aren't we, girls?

I could be nice, but I don't want to.

We'll pay for tomorrow.

If you guys are not out

of here in half an hour,

I'll call the police.

You heard the b*tch.

F***! It's a brand new

day, b*tches. Wake up.

Mmm. Mmm.

What?

No, nothing.

Oh? College boy has a problem?

This weekend, I'll go

dancing at the Stonewall,

and I wanna look just

right when I'm dancing.

You look right now, mama.

I want to shine, b*tches.

- You're shining, mama.

- Mmm.

So you just take whatever you want?

Yeah. That's right, farm boy.

I take whatever I want

and can 'cause if I didn't,

I'd have nothing at all.

That might be a lesson you wanna learn

before you go to college, okay?

'Cause the truth is,

you ain't going nowhere

other than the street,

just like the rest of us.

Everyone in this room thinks

they're on their way to somewhere better,

but I have not seen one dream come true

on Christopher Street, baby.

Not one.

And my dream has always been

to have this shade of red,

and b*tches, I got it.

Nah. Look, there's nothing we can do.

We don't have the documents

from your folks, Mr. Winters.

But I'm still admitted, right? So...

Yeah, I can hold your place

until June, July maybe,

but after that...

I mean, there's kids on

the waiting list, right?

May I ask why you're incomplete?

I had to leave early for personal reasons.

Look, when a kid comes into

my office in this situation,

I say, do everything you can to graduate.

The City of New York

will let you do it here

at night for free, right

here at the college.

Night school.

And then you can come here in the fall,

scholarship intact and

even have somewhere to live.

- Frankie!

- Look.

I can't have you and half a dozen of

underage hustlers here.

Half a dozen? That seems

like the least amount

of hustlers you need, Frankie, baby.

Now I know some of your clientele

might come in for your

watered-down drinks,

but the only cock and tail

they stay for, honey, is ours.

Tata!

Ladies and gentlemen,

please address me as Queen Conga.

Do you like it?

Oh, yeah. No, it's beautiful,

except I think I've seen that

fabric before, Queen Conga...

- Oh, really? Mmm.

- ...but where? Mmm?

Oh, country mouse is learning

how to talk like a city girl.

- Sure is.

- Ah!

It's impolite to keep Her Majesty waiting.

Come on, Frankie, be a dear.

Ooh!

Follow me, boys!

What you waiting for? It's fun.

Hello, darling. Two tickets, please.

Look, you gotta sign in.

Don't use your real name.

This shithole is run by the mob.

They don't got a liquor license.

What do you mean, this

place is run by the mob?

Oh, listen, b*tch. Don't

you know that selling alcohol

to us sexual deviants is illegal?

That's why these greasy

fucktards and bastards

own almost all the gay

bars in the Village. Mmm.

Nobody likes us, baby.

Plus, they got the drugs,

the pills and the booze.

Smart, smart businessmen.

Yeah, very smart, indeed.

I don't wanna know how

much y'all spend a week

paying off the cops, too.

Thanks, Frankie.

Voila!

Here. She'll make you feel good.

This way, Mr. Wayne.

Looking for me, Ray?

You see, now this is what

we need more of around here.

All-American kids,

clean-cut kids,

not gutter trash like you, Ramona.

What's your name, kid?

- I'm Daniel.

- Daniel?

Such a nice name.

Leave him alone, Ed.

Just a second.

Danny.

Look, whatever you do,

just avoid that guy, okay?

He used to be a wrestler.

Now he's into pimping

out little boys like you.

- Hey, you listening to me?

- Yeah, I heard you.

They don't call him

The Skull for no reason!

Skull. Right, right, right.

Come on.

Hector, two sunshines.

Hello, Danny, dear.

What do you think of this

nasty little gay place?

Cute, isn't it?

- Yeah.

- You're lucky.

People in New York like a

straight-looking boy like you.

You can do very well down here.

I need to go to the ladies' room.

No.

Don't drink the nasty booze here.

They don't have running water.

We'll be getting hepatitis.

They don't have running water?

Take the beer. It's in a bottle.

Oh.

You got a quarter, mama?

Only for you, honey.

Light me up!

Do you like my shoes, darling?

They were on sale at Lord & Taylor.

Take this.

Freshly cleaned and only smells of me.

You wanna change?

No, I'm okay. Thank you.

Forget it!

Come on, Danny, dance with me.

- Dance with me!

- Hey, I don't wanna dance.

What? Are you ashamed to dance with me?

No. I just don't feel like dancing. Okay?

Okay. Maybe later.

What the f***?

Hey.

Hi.

I'm Trevor.

I'm Danny.

You know, you look like

you need a little rescuing.

Maybe just a little.

So, um, this particular shithole

does not look like Danny's natural habitat.

Now that is a very interesting picture.

If I were to ask you to dance with me,

despite this being a particular shithole,

what would you say?

Um, no, really. I'm a terrible dancer.

I mean, my little sister,

she's always telling me

I dance like Frankenstein's monster.

Come on, Danny.

Okay.

All right.

What's wrong? Why you so sad?

Who's that guy?

His name is Trevor.

He's very political.

And he clearly has money.

- Mmm.

- Mmm.

Maybe your Danny Boy has found his way

without your help after all.

Mmm.

So if you hate this place so much,

what are you doing here?

I'm writing an article about the Stonewall.

You're a writer?

No, I'm a member of the Mattachine Society.

What's that?

We're an organization

that fights for gay rights.

Take Stonewall, for example.

You know it's run by crooks

who rip off and poison gay men.

We deserve the right to own our own clubs.

Just relax.

- All right, it's a raid!

- F***!

Let's go! Up against the wall.

- Come on. Get back.

- All right, ladies.

You know the drill, huh? IDs, please.

Get in a line up against the walls.

This'll all be over in a second.

They only arrest the trannies.

It's the "three article of clothing" rule.

They're also gonna arrest the dykes

because they're wearing men's clothes.

This is what we're fighting

against, this bullshit.

No, no. You stay right there, okay.

You should come to one of our meetings.

Around the corner on Christopher Street.

I'll be seeing you, Danny.

Let's see some IDs here.

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