Those People Page #4

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Wow, I uh--

You don't have to say

anything yet. It's okay.

I know you feel the same.

Um...

What's wrong?

How do you know?

[chuckles]

How do I know?

I just do.

When I'm with you, I never

want to be anywhere else.

I love you, Charlie.

Uh...

What is it?

I don't know.

It's a lot to process.

I mean, I like you so much.

I guess I just didn't realize...

[sighs]

It's this friend of yours,

-I knew it.

-What?

You and the Blackworth kid.

No.

-God.

-Wait, you know who he is?

Everyone in New York

knows who he is.

[sighs]

Hey.

How could you

be in love with that guy?

What?

Don't say it like that.

You don't know him.

So what?

Have you been sleeping

with him all this time?

No!

Sebastian and I have never...

anything, ever.

But you're in love with him?

No.

I mean, how could I be? No.

You don't get it.

Oh yeah.

Please, I get it.

Everyone has a Sebastian.

Hey.

[whispers]

Hey.

Listen.

I wanna be with you.

[scoffs]

Okay?

It doesn't matter.

You're so young.

I forget sometimes.

What?

You think you

don't deserve love?

[scoffs]

Whoa.

Way to take

a huge leap there, Tim.

Let me tell

you how this ends.

You don't end up

with your Sebastian.

It's not real love.

It's a childhood obsession,

an idea of a person.

And really,

it's a poor excuse.

What?

Like this f***ed up

umbilical cord,

so you never have to open

yourself up to anyone.

[sighs]

[voice breaks]

Wait, Tim! I--

It's okay. You know, just...

call me when you're ready

to let someone else in.

[gasps]

?

Wyatt!

God, I love this holiday.

(Wyatt)

Indians, your land is mine!

(Ursula)

Your hat looks weird.

You know, I think

I'm gonna do a lap first.

Kinberg, where's Tim?

Don't wanna talk about it.

(Ursula) Hmm?

(Wyatt) You got it.

Oh, okay.

[slurps through straw]

(Ursula)

Okay.

Whoa there, es.

No, honestly, I'm so-

I'm so fine, Ursula.

I can have as much drinks

as I want because I'm dumped.

Well--

Yeah, I know. I'm sorry.

Tim doesn't understand.

Why don't people

understand us, Ursula?

We've got each other.

[sighs]

Okay, enough about Tim.

What's up with you?

What's happenin' with Ursula?

Hmm?

Well, a new, full-time

position opened up at

Vogue

.

-Cultural Features Editor.

-Amazing.

I don't know if I'm gonna

put myself up for it, though.

What?

Why wouldn't you?

Just- I just don't know if it's

like the right time, you know?

No, no.

Plus, what if I don't get it?

It's my dream job.

There's nothing more depressing

than the death of a dream.

(Charlie)

What if we never get our dreams?

You want to know

whose fault it is?

Yeah, I could take a guess.

Bill Clinton.

Wow.

I would not-

I would not have guessed that.

No, because when we were

growing up, Bill lied to us,

because he said,

that you could do anything.

You could be a dreamer during

the- the Clinton administration.

You remember that?

Yeah, dude.

Tim just dumped you

because of Bill Clinton.

What? No, shut up.

You're ridiculous.

That's what you said, right?

Oh.

[slurps]

(Ursula)

Charlie?

You gotta put yourself

up for that job, Ursula.

You have to go after

the things you want in life.

You gonna boot?

Where's your uh, hidden cave?

Tell me it's closer

than Transylvania.

Yeah, it is.

It's in Bushwick.

[laughs]

Doesn't anyone

live in Manhattan anymore?

Oh, don't worry, little lamb.

-I'll protect you.

-Little Lamb?

I don't know

if anyone told you,

but I'm really a wolf

in sheep's clothing...

Why don't you go get us a drink?

-Yeah.

-Yeah.

He's cute, right?

A Ginger?

[chuckles]

Who knew there were

so many cute boys in Brooklyn?

Yeah, I really should invite him

back to the apartment,

but you know how these boys

scare so easily about money.

[laughs]

Charlie. Uh.

[chuckles]

Good fangs.

God, you bit my nose.

Who bites someone's nose?

-Stop it!

-We can practice.

[sighs deeply]

[laughter/talking

coming from other room]

You're an a**hole!

[clears throat]

What?

Are we just

not gonna talk about it?

(Sebastian)

What?

I know you know.

I know you know

my feelings for you.

What are you doing?

Get out.

-Should I go?

(Sebastian)

No.

My friend, he's just

having a little stroke.

You just like

the attention, right?

You just use me to feel

better about yourself?

Can we talk

about this later?

No, I waited fifteen years

to talk about this.

We're talking about this.

Great.

Well, then you can watch.

I kissed you.

Yeah, you were drunk.

It happens.

And we'll talk about it

in the morning.

-I should go.

(Sebastian)

No.

Why him, huh?

Why not me?

Oh, well, thank you.

What?

(Charlie)

Let's do this. Sebastian --

We're perfect for each other.

We spend all our time together.

We- we already love each other.

Oh, love?

It's a--

[sighs]

It's a different thing.

(Charlie)

Look at me.

Is this ever gonna happen?

Us?

Sebastian, us?

Is this ever gonna happen?

Stop being so dramatic.

Why can't you answer?

I don't mind if he joins.

(Charlie) What?

Why don't you join?

(Charlie)

I can't do this anymore.

Do what?

Tim was right. I'm never--

I'm never gonna be able

to love anybody else.

(Sebastian)

Will you stop saying love,

like it's the same thing!

Charlie, stop!

What is going on?

I'm leaving.

That's what's going on.

Well, um, what's the point

of having gay friends

if you can't sleep with them?

You're doing it wrong.

[sighs]

[breathing heavily]

[door closes]

You're way cuter anyway.

Please go.

Alright.

Why do you want

to ruin what we've got?

So we can have some

bad sex for a little while?

Then what?

Hmm?

I don't know.

Then we break up.

And that's it.

Fifteen years of friendship

down the drain.

Yeah, you're right, and um,

I can't be here.

You know what's

gonna happen, right?

When you stop loving me,

you're gonna realize

what a terrible person I am.

[door closes]

[sobs]

[growls]

[breathing heavily]

[moaning]

[whispers]

Hi.

Okay.

[scat singing]

I love you.

I love you.

Can I say it again?

I love you.

I love you, I love you.

Mmm.

I love you.

Mmm.

Yeah.

Yeah-yeah-yeah.

Thank you so much.

Thank you.

Who was that?

The San Francisco Symphony.

No.

-Yes.

-No.

Yes.

Oh my God.

Oh my God! That's--

They want me

to start in January.

Are you gonna take it?

It's a full-time position.

-Principal pianist.

-Yeah.

Come with me.

What?

I can't do that.

You only have one more

semester left anyway.

And you're not even

in classes anymore.

You can work from there,

and come back

for your thesis show.

-The plane ride is nothing.

-But-

but my mom and-- I-

I can't don't that, can I?

No, um...

we- we could do um,

long distance or something.

No, long distance never works.

Trust me.

What's holding you back?

Nothing, I guess.

Oh God --

Oh, my stomach hurts.

-Ooh, uh- uh--

-Come here.

Oh, no, no.

I love you.

I love you, too.

I don't want anyone else.

Do you?

No.

Then let's do it.

Come with me.

What if we just stayed here?

This is my chance for

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