Stonewall Page #8

Danny. I guess everything is different now.

Things are changing, like...

We could really get a place, you know.

I could get a real job. Screw this!

Ray, come on.

Don't you understand?

No. I mean, what am I

supposed to understand?

That I can't love you.

You and me...

I mean, different isn't even the word.

Danny, you don't think I know that?

I know.

I'm sorry, but I'm too mad

to love anyone right now.

This...

All this is so new to me,

but, you know, I like being mad!

I like not being the nice kid.

And last night felt so good.

You're always gonna be the nice kid,

you know that, right?

You can't help it.

F*** you.

Thank you for showing me New York.

You'll always be my sister.

Yeah. My brick throwing sister.

I didn't know they made

farm boys from Kansas

that could throw like that.

Yeah, right. In Kansas.

I'll see you around, Ray.

Hi, Sarah.

Is Joe home?

Danny...

Why don't you come

inside? He's in the garage.

Hi, Mrs. Altman.

Hello, Danny.

Joe's outside.

How's New York treating you?

It's good. It's weird.

I just finished my first year at Columbia.

That's what you always wanted.

Yeah, I guess.

Why'd you come here, Danny?

'Cause I just wanted you to know that

I really did love you.

Maybe I still do.

Danny.

I'm married.

Yeah.

I'm gonna have a baby.

I don't know what it was, what we had.

Maybe it was kind of like love.

Danny, whatever we...

I'm not like you.

If I'd known you'd hold

onto it like this, I...

I just think you should leave.

Okay.

Okay.

I'm sorry, Danny.

How's the book, Phebes?

- Danny!

- Hey.

I've missed you!

Wait!

If you didn't bring me

Andy Warhol's autograph,

you can just leave right now.

Oh, really?

What is it with you and Andy Warhol, huh?

What is it?

He's the opposite of this.

Hello, Danny.

I thought you and your

sister might be thirsty.

Thanks, Mom.

And thank you for sending in my papers.

I never would have got my

scholarship without them.

Thank you for writing.

Are you happy?

More than I was.

Well. Okay.

I'll leave you to be with Phoebe.

I don't go to church with them anymore.

No?

You got me out of that.

- Oh, yeah?

- Yeah.

How's that?

Well, I told them that their behavior

was not at all Christian towards you,

and that I was disappointed with them.

They're doing the best they can.

That's what they say about

anyone who's not good enough.

So...

So?

Do you have a boyfriend?

No.

I'm just asking.

But I do have friends. Good friends.

Wayne Mortal in my class is gay.

He told me.

And only me because he knows all about you.

Oh, yeah?

So I'm famous now.

Why'd you come back, Danny?

I had some unfinished business, I guess.

And to see you, stupid.

Why else would I come back? Huh?

Hey, so we're having a

parade in Manhattan next month

to commemorate the fighting.

We're gonna go all the way

uptown from the Village,

right up to Central Park,

and they're gonna call it

the Gay Liberation March.

Okay. I'm coming.

I'll take the train.

You know they're not

gonna let you go, right?

I know they won't.

They're trying not to make

the same mistakes with

me as they made with you.

Hey, hey.

I have to go, Phebes.

I can't miss my bus.

I love you.

Say hi to your friends for me. Okay?

If that isn't Danny Winters.

Well, hey, sister!

You know you can bring

your country ass downtown

more often, right?

Yeah, I know.

Look what I found!

Well, look who it is. How're you doing?

And how are you doing, huh?

- Same old, same old.

- Yeah?

Well, you got yourself some new clothes,

so it can't be all that bad.

Well, we had to dress up

'cause today's a special day.

How's school, Columbia?

It's great.

It's really great.

All right, people.

Let's get the show on the road.

Okay, b*tches, you heard the man.

Let's face New York f***in' City.

Out of the closet. In the street.

Out of the closet. In the street.

Out of the closet. In the street.

Out of the closet. In the street.

Out of the closet. In the street.

Out of the closet. In the street.

Out of the closet. In the street.

Out of the closet. In the street.

Out of the closet. In the street.

Out of the closet. In the street.

Out of the closet. In the street.

Out of the closet. In the street.

Out of the closet. In the street.

Out of the closet. In the street.

Out of the closet. In the street.

Out of the closet. In the street.

Out of the closet. In the street.

Out of the closet. In the street.

Out of the closet. In the street.

Out of the closet. In the street.

Out of the closet. In the street.

Out of the closet. In the street.

I love you.

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