Stonewall Page #4

Ray. Ray.

If any of you Lily Law girls wanna dance,

well, here I am.

Ten cents a dance.

For all men in uniforms...

Out of here. Let's go.

Life is free!

Life is free!

Hey, ain't your mother

never teach you no respect?

Jesus, God!

What a f***in' disgrace you are.

More than you?

I know y'all pigs get paid off

every time you raid this place.

I probably paid for all

of your kids' Christmas presents.

Oh, Jesus Christ!

F***, man!

You f***in' mention my kids, huh?

Officer!

Well, mister,

I actually only have

one item of clothing.

I made it myself.

Isn't it gorgeous?

Get this b*tch out of my sight!

Get your hands off me!

I want everybody's ID

or everybody's cuffed.

I want some ID right now.

Get out of here. I want some ID!

F***! Danny! Ow!

Sh*t!

- Ray!

- Danny!

- You wanna go, too?

- Okay, okay.

Fairy queens of Sheridan Square are here.

Just my f***in' luck.

Hi, Sam.

No sign of Murphy.

Somebody tipped him off.

Maybe.

Who's that guy?

- Fields?

- That sergeant out of the 6th.

He's a good man.

Is he?

Well, that'd be a new one

because the information I have

is the whole f***in' precinct is rotten.

Keep an eye on him.

- Here.

- Thanks.

Why are they doing this?

I don't know, Sam,

but it's getting very, very predictable.

What else is there but to

enjoy the parade, right?

Enjoy it? I can't get arrested.

I have kids. I have a husband.

F***!

You don't know what you're

f***in' talking about!

Sir, sir!

What precinct are they going to?

Sir?

Jesus Christ! Come on! Get off of me!

Hi, mommy!

Hmm.

Oh!

You okay?

Jesus, Jack. We do the raids.

This our... This is our gig.

Who's this Pine anyway?

Look, he's new. He's

a total straight arrow.

Yeah, just our luck, huh?

Hey, hey! That's my lipstick.

Get your pig hands off

my lipstick, motherf***er!

It ain't no deadly f***in' weapon, b*tch.

Can you spare a cigarette for a lady?

Start with this one.

Interpol has asked us to

look into the Stonewall.

This dump?

Yeah. Apparently some

bonds disappeared from

the Federal Depository,

then they appeared somewhere in Europe.

Interpol thinks that Ed's got some of those

nelly Wall Street boys, who hang out here,

by the balls and he's squeezing them.

It's a f***in' sewer,

and you're up to your neck in it, Walt.

Don't blow smoke in my face.

Look, you cooperate with me,

you'll be out of here in a few minutes.

That's new.

I need to know about Ed Murphy.

Who?

Hey, you know exactly

who I'm talking about.

Has he asked you to be bait?

Bait? Like for fishing?

Can we skip the cute part?

You know what happens

to kids who play dumb?

What?

You know this kid?

- No.

- Justin Blake,

17 years old from Port

Jefferson, Long Island.

A frequent customer at the Stonewall

and a very desirable piece of hustler ass,

wouldn't you say?

What happened to him?

This.

Now we think that's Ed Murphy's handiwork.

One of the tricks he was

running out of the bar.

So what do you need me for? Go get him.

What do you know about this?

I told you. I don't know nothing.

You're f***in' lying to me

'cause I can see it in your eyes.

What are you protecting?

This guy's a piece of sh*t.

He kills kids.

Help me.

Help me, please!

What the f*** is wrong with you people?

Are all of you just stupid,

is that part of being gay?

No!

But getting f***ed up by

the cops sure seems to be.

I know. I'm sorry.

You can go.

Here's my card,

if you decide to remember anything.

Go.

Oh, no, I'm not talking to you.

At all.

I just waited a whole night for you.

Oh, she waited all night.

How Cinde-f***ing-rella!

What have I done?

You danced with that guy?

Don't think I don't

know anything about him.

His name is Trevor, and he likes to impress

little boys like you with his politics,

when all he really wants to do is f*** you.

God, are you jealous?

- Oh, please!

- Come on!

He's so smooth. He's so smart.

You know what I learned about smart people?

They care about one thing, themselves.

Hey, come on.

All right. I'm sorry I

danced with him, all right?

Yeah.

How about I buy us breakfast?

We'll go to Big Daddy's.

Look, I got more than $5 left.

I never noticed you were such a rich man.

You can have whatever you want.

Baby, you know that's not true,

but it's sweet that

they raise boys in Kansas

to be such gentlemen.

Yeah, right. Yeah, in

Kansas they do. Right.

You do know who the most important person

in Kansas is now? Dorothy.

Dorothy Gale.

From the Wizard of Oz?

Jesus! You don't know nothing, do you?

So, we will be meeting

here three nights a week,

same time,

and at the end of this,

you will receive three

credits towards your diploma.

If you should miss three classes,

you will be automatically failed.

Any questions?

Lee.

Who's that?

He, uh, he wants you.

What? What do you mean?

Well, he fancies you, man.

He's one of my regulars.

Didn't you say you're out of cash?

- Here's your chance.

- Come on, man.

Oh, no, man. No. Come on! That's not my...

- I don't do that, man.

- His name is Jack.

He's an accountant with a wife

and a bunch of kids, all right?

Now I told him that you're

new and it's gonna be $25,

but he's gonna try to get

you to settle for less,

- just don't let that happen.

- Twenty-five?

Yeah, man. He's just gonna

suck you off. That's it.

Look, it's nothing, okay? Just go!

Have fun, man.

Hey. I'm Danny.

Nice to meet you. I'm Jack.

Jack, do you think maybe I could have

my money first, please?

- Your money?

- Yeah.

Oh, yes. Sure.

It was 15, right?

No, Lee said 25.

Oh, yeah.

Thanks.

Hey, Danny.

Here.

Still hanging out with your

little street gang, huh?

What have you got against them?

Nothing. It's just...

You don't seem like the type of guy

who wants to hang out at the Stonewall

and turn tricks with your girlfriends.

You know, wearing red

lipstick, nail polish.

Well that's because red's not my color.

They've been better friends

to me than most of the people

I thought were my friends my whole life.

That's 'cause you didn't

have the right friends.

Come to the meeting.

We got shitty coffee, crappy cookies.

Ray?

Ray?

Oh, Jesus! What happened?

Who did this to you?

What do you mean, "Who did this?"

If you're lucky, they pay you for it.

Stop tricking, Ray.

And then what?

What?

Tell me!

You wanna know where home is for me, Danny?

Nowhere.

There is no home. There

is no family, Danny.

All there is,

is some guy in f***in' Sing Sing

who might be my dad,

and I don't know where my mom is.

My sister, she's in foster care,

and I got a dead grandma in Ponce.

Happy f***in' family!

What the f*** am I supposed to do, Danny?

Nobody wants me!

Nobody!

Not even you!

I don't have anything!

So what...

So what if I f***in' get

beat up every now and then?

Who the f*** doesn't?

A f*ggot is always going to

get beat up, Danny, even you.

Either from another f*ggot,

or from a cop,

or from a trick,

who's got something to prove.

No big deal.

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