Beautiful Something (2015) - full transcript

(street traffic)

("Runaway")

♪ This is such a broken game

♪ We all play anyway

♪ Trying to find the
piece that fits ♪

♪ Or the words to say

(people shouting)

♪ You can't run from love,

♪ You can't run from pain

♪ You won't find yourself

♪ When you run away



(breathes heavily)

(mid-tempo alternative music)

- Hey, I'm Brian.

Hey.

(begins typing)

(blows)

Hey, Dom?

- Hmm?

- Play the song.

- You're killing me, honey.

- Come on.

- Why do you always
wanna listen to

those weepy sad songs?

- Sad songs make me happy.



- Okay, one time, all right?

We're not playing
it 20 times in a row

like we did the last time, okay?

(laughs)

(slow, melancholy music)

- Thanks.

♪ There's a light
in the window ♪

♪ Of the house on the corner

♪ I pass every day,

♪ see myself in it on my way

- Hey.

- Hey.

- Cal.
- Hi.

- Um, just a beer, tap.

- What kind honey,
I'm not a mindreader.

- [Chris] Okay, that one.

This is like, my favorite song.

- Yeah, mine too.

♪ And everybody knows

- Shit, you take cards?

- ATM right over there.

- [Brian] I got that.

- Thanks, man.

♪ Take a walk by the water

♪ The light shines on

♪ Though all of
the love is gone ♪

♪ They don't want you

- Come here.

♪ But, your dreams
have come true ♪

- Chris.
- Brian.

- So, what, you break
your piggy bank?

- Uh, yeah, this is kinda
like my last hurrah,

my goodbye money.

As in "Aah, money."

- But, you go and buy me this.

I've never been in
one of these before.

- Yeah, it's a
pretty scary place.

- Are you...

- Gay?

Um, I don't know, I suck
cock, does that make me gay?

You know what, fuck "gay," okay?

"Gay" is a comforting myth.

Isn't that right, Dom?

- Mm-hmm, comforting myth.

- It's just, you know,
I think I might be too.

Gay, queer, I don't know.

Not gay, I think
I'm like bi, maybe.

I got this old lady.

We live together in Upper Darby.

She's pretty okay,
but, I don't know.

I get these, like,
urges, you know?

Like, sometimes I just, I
just gotta, I just need...

- Hot man-on-man action?

- Basically.

(chuckles)

So.

- So.

- You live around here?

- [Brian] Yeah,
come on in. (laughs)

Sorry, just watch your step,
I'm a little bit of a pig.

- [Chris] Oh, fuck, is it okay?

- [Brian] Go ahead,
man, have a seat.

Bottoms up.

Stop, here.

- What's all that?

- [Brian] This? I'm a writer.

Yeah, I know, I write.

- What, like books and stuff?

- [Brian] Yeah. I got
one out there, actually,

it's published.

It's poetry, so
yeah, kinda fruity.

Hey, man just take off
your jacket, stay awhile.

- Can I use your bathroom?

- Yeah, man, it's through there.

What?

- I like you.

(mid-tempo alternative music)

- [Brian] You took
your clothes off.

- Yeah.

Can I put these somewhere?

- Yeah, anywhere.

Hit that light.

Come here.

Dude, not so hard.

- Sorry.

(both laugh)

I'm not really good at this.

- It's okay, just
relax your mouth.

- Okay.
- Yeah.

Better.
- Kiss me.

(both breathing
heavily, kissing)

- Wait, let me
just get a condom.

- I need it.

Ahh!

- Fuck.

- Ah. (breathes heavily)

- Oh, oh, yeah.

(groaning)

- No, wait.

Not too fast, I'm gonna come.

- (groans) Dude, you
feel so good inside me.

You feel so fucking good.

(groans)I want you to fuck me.

- Dude, I kinda am.

- No, I want you
to really fuck me.

(groans)
(uptempo alternative music)

Oh, fuck me.

Harder. (grunts)

(both grunting)

- [Brian] Dude, I'm gonna come.

- Do it, do it! (groans)

- You are intense.

I just wanna hold you.

I wanna lay like this forever.

Hey.

What's wrong?

Hey, what's up?

(breathes heavily)

What's wrong?

Man, come on, what's up?

Hey.

- Stop, stop.

- Come on, dude,
what, you wiggin' out?

Hey, man, come
on, what did I do?

Hey, come on.

Dude, just tell me
what was it, was it me?

Hey, come on, what's up, man?

- I should have my
fucking head examined.

- Come on, talk to
me, come on, wait!

Jesus, just tell
me what did I do?

Was it me?

- It's nothing.

I shouldn't have, I'm not...

I'm sorry.

(slow, ethereal music)

(mid-tempo R&B)

♪ Think they can,

♪ Hard times, hard times,

♪ Hard times from the
ceiling burnin' down, ♪

♪ Hard times, hard times,

♪ Hard times, you can see
what's coming 'round ♪

♪ Hard times, hard times

- Drew.

♪ Oh, prove it to me, baby

- Drew!

♪ The thing to do that
sho' nuff ain't right ♪

- What you yelling my
name for like that?

Hey, beautiful.

Say my name again.

- Drew.
- Slower, slower, slower.

- Drew.

- Look at you in this light.

You look so beautiful.

So perfect like that.

Say it again.

- Drew.

(sighs)

- I taste your lips.

(both breathing heavily)

- (kisses) I want you.

Hold me.

(slow, ethereal music)

(both breathe heavily)

Hey, say my name.

- Drew.

- [Drew] Say it again.
- Drew.

- [Drew] Say it again, slower.

- Drew.

(kissing)

(breathes heavily)

- Take this off.

(Jim groans)

(groans)

- [Drew] Say my name.

- Drew.

- [Drew] Say it again.

- Drew.

- [Drew] Say my name.

- Oh, Fuck. Drew.

- [Drew] Say it.

- Drew, Drew, oh, fuck,

Drew, Drew, Drew, Drew.

(groans) Oh, fuck.

(both grunting)

Fuck!

(both groaning,
breathing heavily)

- Say my name.
- [Jim] Drew.

- Say my name.
- [Jim] Drew.

(both breathing heavily)

- Oh, fuck.

(both moaning,
breathing heavily)

(kiss)

- Ah, ah.

- [Drew] What's my name.

- Ah, Drew.

(grunts)
(slow, ethereal music)

- Here, pull over here.

Psst! Hey, hot shot!

Yeah, you, yeah, yeah,
come here a minute.

- What's up, man?

- Hi there.

- Hello.

- [Bob] What's your name?

- Scotty.

- [Bob] Hi, Scotty, I'm Bob.

- Hello, Bob.

- [Bob] What are you up to?

- What am I up to?

- [Bob] Yeah, what
are you up to?

I see you standing over
there, is that your friend?

- Yeah, just you
know, hanging out,

you know, seeing where
the night takes us, man.

Cool ride, bro.

- [Bob] Oh, you
like the car, huh?

- Yeah.

Tihs boat it's like a
shark attack you know?

The great white of the streets.

(Bob laughs)

- [Bob] I wanted a black
one, but they were all out.

- Yeah, life's a bitch, huh?

- [Bob] Hey, you
get high, Scotty?

- Time to time.

Why, you got any party supplies?

- [Bob] (laughs)
I'm a drunk, son.

I don't do nothing else.

- Oh, well, you know,
I like to get drunk.

Did you wanna take
a ride or something?

(sniffs)

- [Bob] I think I'm gonna pass,

but, it's been nice
talking to you.

- Wait, wait, wait,
I thought you wanted

somebody to have a
party with, you know?

- [Bob] I don't
know what I want.

But, I'll know him
when I find him.

- Whatever!

- Drive on, sir, drive on.

He'll be dead in a year.

(mid-tempo ethereal music)

- Just torture, not mercy.

Heaven is here
where Juliet lives.

And every cat and
dog and little mouse,

every unworthy thing
live here in heaven

and may look on her.

But, Romeo may not.

Because more validity,
more courtship

lives in carrion
flies than Romeo.

Fuck!

Fuck, suck this shit.

Fuck Romeo, fuck fucking Juliet!

(sighs) Banished.

Banish-ed.

Banish-ed.

Ban, la-la-la-la-la-la-la.

(sighs) Banished.

Banished.

Banished. (sighs)

They may seize on the white
wonder of dear Juliet's hand,

and steal immortal
blessings from her lips.

Oh, even in pure vestal modesty,

still blush as thinking
your own kiss a sin.

Though Romeo may not,

he's been banished,
(sobs) he's banished!

- [Custodian] What
the hell is this?

- I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

Gene said I could practice here.

- [Custodian] Well
nobody told me nothing.

- All right, I'm
sorry, I'm sorry,

I'll go, I'll go, I'll go.

Fuck.

(knocking on window)

(sighs)

- Hey, Dan.

- [Dan] Brian, what time is it?

- I have no earthly idea.

- Jesus.

You know, I have a door.

Window.

(groans) Damn, man, I was
having a killer dream.

- Yeah, what was it about?

- I can't remember now.

- You know, I wrote
these in two weeks,

the initial poems.

Editing took longer,
but, for two weeks,

man, I was on fire.

- So, is that why
you woke me up?

To see if I still had your book?

- These aren't poems, you know.

- Okay, what are they, then?

- You remember the first
time we fooled around?

- Of course.

- You remember the morning?

The next morning in bed?

Man, I was so happy, it was
killer sex all night long,

and then, we just
talked, you know,

and the light was coming
in through the window pane.

And I told you my favorite
thing to do was to be kissed,

and you remember what you did?

- Yeah.

- You kissed me.

It was amazing, we made
out for like, an hour.

Soul to soul.

You remember that,
did you feel that?

- Yeah.

- Yeah. Yeah.

(laughs) How many times did
we fool around that summer?

- I don't know, man, we
were drunk half the time.

- Three times, it
was three times.

Man, you were amazing.

You were curious
and you were playful

and passionate and hot.

- Shut up.

- And there was
love in that room.

You could feel
that, couldn't you?

And those other times,
you were the one.

You came knocking on my door.

My straight roommate wanted me.

Yeah? (chuckles)

Why'd you stop?

- Oh, Brian.

- No, come on, man.

Why'd you stop wanting
me, what did I do?

- "What did you do"?

You didn't do anything.

- Okay, then, why, tell me.

- I don't know.

- [Brian] Tell me.
- I don't know, man.

Jesus, you wake me up in
the middle of the night.

- [Brian] Just tell me.

- I don't know, okay?

I'd tried it with guys...
- Guys?

- I tried it with you and
you were "guys" for me.

- Okay, so, was I
some experiment?

Something to do
between girlfriends?

- No. No, man.

(sighs)

Look, being with you
meant so much to me.

It did.

But, I like girls, man. (laughs)

I do, and I got this
thing with Sondra and...

- And you love her.

(reads) "The days were bright
red and every time we kissed,

"there was another apple
to slice into pieces.

"Look at the light
through the windowpane,

"that means it's noon.

"That means we're
incontrollable.

"Tell me how all this and
love too will ruin us.

"These are bodies
possessed by light.

"Tell me we'll never
get used to it."

- That's my favorite one.

- I wrote it for you.

The whole book is for you.

For you because of you because
I fell in love with you.

And that sucks for me because

my love is a sickness,
it's a disease.

- Shh.

- And I'm wiped out.

I'm gone. (laughs)

I can't eat, I can't
sleep, I can't write.

I can't do anything
but look for you.

- I thought you said the
new book was going great.

- Okay, well, I lied.

I'm a one-hit wonder
and I'm going down.

And my savings are gone,
and the advance is gone.

Andl you know my dad's gonna
be so happy about that.

Oh, stupid faggot artist
son fucks it up again.

- No, hey, your dad
is gonna be upset

because his son is broke, okay?

You didn't fail, Brian, okay?

You made a choice, okay?

You took a risk and I respect
the hell outta you for that.

In this book.

Do you have any...

This book means the
world to me, okay?

And then, it gets published.

You know, and you
win all these awards

and you go off and you travel
and you do all these readings.

I mean if you don't feel
pride or gratitude for that,

I'm gonna smack you
upside the head.

- (laughs) I was arrogant.

One stupid little
book and I know,

let's ditch school and
quit our job because

we're a real writer
now. (laughs)

I'm so stupid.

And now they want another
book and I cannot write.

If my life depended
on it, I can't.

- So, get a job, okay?

Get a job, just
like the rest of us.

Yeah.

I mean you wrote this book when

you were busing
tables, you douchebag.

And screw you, by the way.

Okay, do you know
how lucky you are?

You got a gift, man.

You got a gift, I would kill
for something like that.

- It's not a gift.

- [Dan] Oh, shut up.

- Everybody leaves.

- No, they don't.

Not everybody.

I do love you, man, I do.

You know that, right?

(sighs, laughs)

Come here, come here.

(sighs)

Hey, ah, ah, ah.

No, dogboy.

Go home, Brian.

(slow, ethereal music)

- You live here?

- Not for long.

Wait here a sec, okay?

- What, we can't go inside?

- Just one second.

Drew?

Drew?

Drew?

- Hey.

What are you doing
staring out the window?

Looking so beautiful
in this light.

- I'm making a decision.

- About what?

- (sighs) Stuff.

- [Drew] Mmm, stuff.

- (sighs) I'm at lunch you know.

You can't just fuck me every
time you're on a fucking break.

- A fuck break, I like that.

- Hey, look at you,
stay right there.

Looking so beautiful.

My beautiful and gentle
thing, beautiful boy.

- I'm moving to New York.

- What?

New York.

Okay, baby, baby,
come on, talk to me.

What you doing, come here.

- Just let me go, okay?

Let me fuckin' go!
- Whoa!

Okay, um, when did
you decide this?

- A few days ago.

- [Drew] A few days ago?
- Today.

- [Drew] Okay, today?
- Whatever!

- [Drew] Which one is it?
- Whatever! It doesn't...

- Hey, wait, wait, I
told you I was gonna be

working on this piece for the
next three or four months,

and you said it was cool.

- Fuck that fucking statue!

- [Drew] Yeah, I
been working on it.

- When you're done with it,
are you gonna throw me out?

- I'm not gonna throw you out.

I love you, I would
never do that.

I'd do anything for you.

You know that.

- Yeah, yeah, you 'd
do anything for me.

- All right, yeah, I'd
do anything for you.

- Fine, destroy it!

Break it into a
million fucking pieces!

- Are you serious?

Is that what you want?

- Yes, yes!

- So, that's gonna
prove my love for you?

- That's what I fucking
want, I want you to

fucking destroy
the fucking thing!

- You're fucking lying.

I love you, but,
I'm not doing that.

- No, no, you don't love me!

You use me, you just...

- Wait, baby, just calm down.

- Shut up, I'm not
your human sacrifice!

- Human sacrifice?

What the fuck are
you talking about?

- Don't fucking touch me!

(door slams)

- What the fuck just happened?

(police siren)

- Got a smoke?

What are you doing sitting
out here on the curb?

- Waiting for a friend,
he's coming right out.

- Yeah? What's
your friend's name?

- I don't know, we just met.

- What's my name, yo?

- How the fuck should
I know, "Sal Mineo"?

- Close. Sergio.

- Yeah?

(chuckles) I'm Brian.

- Brian?

Cool.

Smoke pot?

- I guess.

- 'Cause I got this killer
stuff, but, I ain't got no pipe.

You got one?

Yeah, think so, it's
back at my house.

- Yeah? You live around here?

- (chuckles) I have no idea.

- It'd be fun to
get high with you.

You'd be funny high.

- Thanks?

- Isn't this where that
famous sculpture artist lives?

- Is it?
- Yeah.

Famous sculpture
artist, big shot.

You model for him?

- Me? No.

- Big fucking moon, yo.

- [Brian] Yeah,
big fucking moon.

- Well, have fun with
your imaginary friend.

- He's not imaginary.

- Yo, if I was an
artist, you could

model for me anytime you want.

(slow ethereal music)

- [Drew] Fuck!
(glass breaks)

- Hey, man, are you okay?

(R&B music)

(breathes heavily)

(breathes heavily)

(both breathe heavily, grunting)

- Whoa, that was hot.

- Yeah.

- What's your name?

- What difference does it make?

- What's your name?

- Jim.

- I'm Brian.

- Cool.

(gate opens and closes)

All right, I'll see you later.

- Whoa, wait a minute.

I mean, what are you up to?

You wanna get a
drink or something?

- No, I gotta go
meet my friends.

(uptempo dance music)
(people chattering)

- Well, hello.
- Hi.

- Where'd you come from?

- Cold and lonely night.

- Aw, poor baby, you
by yourself, huh?

Can I buy you a drink?

- Sure.
- What'll you have?

- Whiskey.

A beer chaser.

- Two whiskeys and a beer
chaser for my friend.

I know he wants to
chase something.

- Tony.
- Gus.

- Man, you are fucking fine.

I'd love to take you home
and have you fuck me.

Just fuck me all fucking night.

- That's hot.

- Fucking Louie it's hot.

Cheers.
- [Jim] Cheers.

- To tonight!
- Fuck yeah.

- Two more!

- I've been looking
for you all night.

And I have found you.

Hey, I'm Brian.

- Hey.
- Hey.

- Jim's boyfriend.

- Tony.
- Yeah, truly, truly.

(laughs) Oh, yeah.

You like my boyfriend? Yeah?

No, it's okay, everybody does.

Look at him, he's
gorgeous, right?

And you know we've
only been dating

like two or three months, yeah.

- Wow!

- Yeah, but, we're
sickly in love, right?

Yeah, it's sick.

- That's great, I'm,
really happy for you.

Nice meeting you.

- Don't go.

- That's all right, I'm
not into fuckin' drama.

- He's the best fuckin'
fuck I ever had.

- Fuck!

- Oh, it's jumpin' in here, huh?

Come on.

- I'm leaving, okay?

Can you hear me?

I'm leaving.

Don't fucking follow me.

Okay?

- Hey, you're a real
dick, you know that?

Anybody ever tell you
that? (breathes heavily)

Hey, I'm talking to you.

At least be a man and
look me in the eye.

- Look, I don't know you, okay?

Just because we fucked does
not mean we're friends.

So, go home, you're
drunk, stay away from me.

Just do whatever the
fuck you wanna do.

Stay away from me!

- Okay, don't walk away from me.

- Look, man, never touch me
again you fucking psycho!

(breathes heavily)

Look, look, just...

Just go home, okay?

Just go home.

- You're a soulless fucking
dick and I hate you!

I wish I never met you!

- [Bob] Female companionship.

- Excuse me?

- Only one thing
would put a puss

on a man like that,
and that's females.

Jealousy and lover's
contempt, something like that.

Am I right?

- Yeah, something like that.

- I thought so.

- What's her name?

- Maryanne.

- Maryanne. Sweet Maryanne.

A name that's hung like
a bell in my heart.

And when it swings it rings,
"Maryanne, Maryanne, Maryanne."

(laughs)

Well, fuck her if she
can't take a joke, right?

- Right.
- Am I right?

- You're right.

- Hey.
- What?

- What do you think of my ride?

- It's awesome.

- Damn right it is.

You ever been inside
one of those things?

It's like the Titanic.

A fucking ocean liner!

- Yeah, once in
high school prom.

- Well, you're not in high
school anymore, are you?

Are you?

- No, I'm not in
high school anymore.

- So hop in.

Yeah, hop in.

We'll drink like men and
cruise around in style,

the envy of everyone around us.

- Yeah, sure, I mean why not.

- That's it.

Grab life by the balls.

Take it. (laughs)

Help me up here, I'm an old man.

- You're not old,
but like, you should

probably slow down
on that stuff.

- (indistinct) Speak not
as the gods will hear.

In you go.
- After you.

- No, no, no, I insist.

I'll tell you something kid:

Girls ruin everything.

Here, have a drink.

(groans)

- Too weak for you, kid?

- It's really strong.

- (laughs) The better
to get you drunk with.

(laughs) You have to
catch up with me, right?

- Apparently.

So, what do you do, exactly?

- I'm an agent, son,
agent to the stars.

- Agent, like a talent agent.

- Yep, known around the world.

Pow! (laughs)

My name is Bob, but
you may call me "Bob."

What do they call
you around here, son?

- (stammers) What
are you an agent for?

- Don't be a star fucker
kid, it's unattractive.

Tonight, you'll
get to be the star.

Now, tell me your name,
or I'll pick one for you.

You won't like it, but,
that'll be tough shit for you

'cause it'll be your name
for the rest of the night.

How would you like that?

- No, no.

I'm Jim.

- Oh, that's too bad.

I was hoping for "Mike."

I like that name, "Mike."

You're Mike and Mike
was a car mechanic,

and he had his old lady and
two girlfriends on the side,

(chuckles)

and they all chased him around.

- I'm sorry, I'm just Jim.

- And I shall call you "James,"
and you shall be a prince

and henceforth, you
shall be "Prince James."

So, what do you do,
a rock star, James?

- Well, it's funny you should
mention that because like...

- Just do not tell me you're
another fucking actor!

Because if you're a
goddamn fucking actor,

you can just get the
hell outta my car.

I've had enough of goddamn
actors for one goddamn life.

If you're an actor,
there's the door, beat it.

Because tonight,
I'm on vacation.

I'm sorry, what were you saying?

Oh, yes, so what
do you do, Mike?

I'm sorry, Jim.

James.

- I'm a car mechanic.

- Get the fuck out.

- No, really, I'm
a car mechanic.

(laughs)

It's funny how you knew, huh?

- Unbelievable.

- Yeah, I work over at Fifth
Street with my buddy, Al.

We were friends
since high school.

I used to bang his sister.

(laughs)

Yeah, and I was just some kid,

some bum from Pittsburgh,
this real dick.

- Couldn't be that.

- Yeah, he's a soulless dick.

(glass breaks)

- (laughs) I give up, I give up.

I surrender, okay?

I did it, I confess.

Do with me what you will.

It was me.

Oh, my soul, be with me
now, all things shining.

Chris.

Your name is Chris
and we made sweet love

right there tonight
years ago and

you are Dan.

And I love you and that's okay.

That's okay.

Chris, Jim, after
meeting Sergio.

Tyrell, Andre, Tim,
Michael, Phil, Dave,

Andre, Cameron, Frankie.

- Inhuman sacrifice.

Human sacrifice.

Use you up through...

Hey, I'm not a vampire!

Not gonna try to
suck your blood,

anything like that, and
then get rid of you.

You must don't know me!

New York, New York,
big city of dreams.

Go to New York.

Cool.

Do what you need to do.

Jim, you hear me!

I'm not a vampire.

Jim.

Jimmy, what are you gonna
do in New York anyway?

Jim?

Jimmy?

Come on, what are you gonna do?

Move to New York
and get a little

shitty apartment on
the Lower East Side?

About 40 hipster roommates?

Is that what you wanna do?

What, with no contacts,
no money, no nothing?

All right, big man,
you're a grown man.

Do what you gotta do.

New York!

Baby, it's the work.

It's the work.

That work takes everything.

It takes all you got.

It takes your blood,
your sweat, your tears,

your heart, your fucking.

It takes everything, man, you
gotta put it all in there.

And sometimes you
don't have time for...

I don't know, the day-to-day.

Stuff.

Jim? Jim.

Jim!

Baby. (knocks on door)

Baby.

(sighs)

You know, sometimes,
it just hurts me

how beautiful you are.

I'm not talking
aesthetics, I'm talking

your innocence,
your pure beauty.

That's what I see,
and sometimes I guess

I'm all over you because
I just want to devour it,

I just want to get closer to it,

I just wanna touch it
and feel that beauty.

I don't know.

But, hey, if you wanna go, go.

I'm gonna go crazy
here without you,

but, a man's gotta be free.

Okay?

I'm gonna let you do what
you gotta do, all right?

That's my love talking, baby,

that's my love
talking right here.

You hear me, Jim?

Jim?

Jimmy?

Jim, you hear me?
(knocks on door)

I'm talking to you.

Jim.

Motherfuck!

(people chattering)

- Let me ask you something.

- Shoot.

- You're a ladies man.

- That's right.

- Got a lot of girlfriends?

- A few.

- How old are they?

- Different ages.

I go where my body takes me.

- Where your body takes you.

I like that.

Has your body ever made
it with a guy before?

- As a matter of
fact, yeah, once.

- Tell me about it.

- It was a couple of years ago.

It was summertime, hot, sweaty.

This guy drives by, he
does a U-turn, stops.

So, I said, you know
what, fuck it. (chuckles)

Just got in his car,
went to his place.

- And?
- And what?

- What did you do?

- We fucked, Bob.

What do you think?

- Yeah.

Suppose I was to tell you that

I wanted to have sex with you.

What would you think about that?

- Yeah, I kinda put
that one together, Bob.

- I pay, good money.

- Is that what you meant when
you said you were on vacation?

(slow jazz music)

(chuckles)

- Interesting.

(uptempo alternative music)

(breathes heavily)

You all right there,
you look a little woozy.

- Oh, just dizzy. (laughs)

I'm an old man, son.

- No, no, you're not that old.

Come here.

- Awfully nice of
you to say, but,

the facts speak otherwise.

(slow alternative music)

Keep dancing.

I like to watch you dance.

Take off your shirt.

You.

You are a beautiful something.

You like it when
people look at you?

- I do.

- Good.

'Cause I could look at you
for the rest of my life.

You're not straight, are you?

- Yeah, no.

- No. I thought so.

- Why didn't you say anything?

- Because we were having
so much fun, right?

Weren't you having fun?

- Yeah.

- So, you're seeing
somebody right now?

- I'm living with this
guy, he's an artist.

He's kinda famous, actually.

His name is Drew Tiger.

- Your boyfriend is Drew Tiger?

- Yeah.

We met at this party.

You know, I never thought
I'd meet anyone like him.

He taught me a lot,
you know, about art,

about lots of things.

He holds me, you know,
and I get butterflies.

I get hard, you know.

(chuckles)

He just wraps me in
those big arms and,

I could just live there forever.

You know, I just feel safe.

- You swoon.

- Yeah.

And like, honestly,
it's probably

the best sex I've ever had.

Like, fuck.

- (chuckles) He sounds nice.

- Well, it doesn't
matter anymore.

We're breaking up.

- [Bob] Why?

(slow, melancholy music)

- I don't know.

- What's happening?

Come on, tell me.

- Well, I'm just
one of his things.

You know, like his
fuckboy or his art.

You know, he tells
me he loves me.

He tells me he loves
me all the time.

But, you know, I...

I don't think he means it.

- [Bob] Why do you say that?

- [Jim] 'Cause all he
cares about is his art.

- [Bob] Well, he is an artist.

- [Jim] So?

- [Bob] So, cut him some slack.

You think an artist
like him has a choice?

He's hard-wired in.

He has to work, there's
no choice there.

You can't be mad
at him for that.

Maybe you don't
know what it means

to be an artist at his level.

But, for an artist
like Drew Tiger,

he'll die if he can't work.

- You know, he tells
me I'm his muse.

- [Bob] And you don't like that?

- No, I never asked to
be his fucking muse.

And when he's done with
that fucking sculpture,

I'll be done,
he'll throw me out.

- Is that what you really think?

What does he say
he loves about you?

- He just says he loves me,
and he'd do anything for me.

Like a broken record,
over and over and over.

- Maybe that's the only
way he knows how to say it.

That, maybe he communicates
better with his hands.

- I do love his hands.

I swear, we fit like a glove.

- And you feel safe.

Isn't that a kind of love?

- I guess so.

- Have you ever
been in love before?

- Yeah, once.

(sighs) He killed me.

- Yeah, well, shit happens.

You'll know more the next
time you fall in love.

- So, it gets easier?

You league?

- (laughs) No, son,
no, not at all.

No, it just gets a
lot more complicated.

I was in love once,
a long time ago.

You remind me of him.

- Was his name Mike?

- (laughs) See
how smart you are?

Best friends in love,
best kind of love.

Oh, we were beautiful then.

Goddamn, I loved him.

- Where is this
Mike of yours now?

- He died.

- Oh, I'm sorry.

AIDS?

- No.

This was way before that.

He died in the war.

Fucking Vietnam.

Yeah, dead and gone.

Your generation got
it made. (chuckles)

Holding hands in public,
you take that for granted.

It didn't always
used to be that way.

(sighs) Gay marriage.

(sighs) I wish I could
have married him.

I would've, but then,
I'd be a widower now.

But, I think about
him every day.

There's a part of me that's
still there somewhere with him.

Wandering around.

Bob?

Bob.

(slow, ethereal music)

- [Brian] Chemical
names, burn names,

names of fire in
flights of snow.

Baby names, paint names,

delicate names like
the bones of the body.

Names that one's ever
been able to figure out.

Names of spells
and names of hexes.

Names called out
to fill the yard

calling you inside
again, calling you home.

Names called out
across the water.

Names I called you
behind your back.

Names of flowers
that open only once.

Shouted from rooftops
muffled by pillows,

whispered in sleep.

We are not traitors,
but, the lights go out.

His voice on tape, his
name on the envelope,

the soft sound of a body
falling off a bridge behind you.

The body hardly makes a sound.

All night, I stretch
my arms across them,

rivers of blood, the
dark woods singing

with all my skin and bones,
"Please keep him safe."

His lips at my neck and as I
do believe his mouth is heaven,

his kisses falling all
over me like stars.

Names of heat and
names of light,

names of collision in the
dark on the side of a bus,

in the bark of a tree, in
a ballpoint pen on keys,

and the hands in the back of
matchbooks that then get lost.

Your name is like a
song I sing to myself.

Your name is like a box
where I keep my love.

Your name like a nest
in the tree of love.

Your name like a boat
in the sea of love.

Well, now, we're
in the sea of love.

Your name like a detergent
in the washing machine,

your name like two X's
like punched-in eyes

to mark the spots
to hold the place

to keep the treasure
from becoming ever lost.

I'm saying your name
in the grocery store.

I'm saying your name
on a bridge at dawn,

your name like an animal
covered with frost,

a suit of fur, a coat of
mud, a kick in the pants,

a lung full of glass, the sails
and wind that slap the waves

on the hull of a boat
that's sinking to the sound

of mermaids singing
songs of love,

and the tug of a
simple profound sadness

when it sounds so far away.

We laugh and he pits
the world against us.

We laugh and our
hearts turn red.

The river rises
like a barn on fire.

Eats a bed of straw,
darling, and sure as shit is.

Say, "Hallelujah,"
say, "Good-night."

Say it over the canned music,
and your feet won't stumble.

His face getting larger, the
rest blurring on every side,

and angels knocking
on your head.

A flash in the sky.

Here is my hand, my heart,
my throat, my wrist.

Here are the illuminated
cities at the center of me

and here is the center
of me, which is a lake,

which is a well that
we can drink from,

but, I can't go through with it.

I can't go through with it,

I just don't want
to die anymore.

- Every time I see you,
you all lonely on the curb.

- That's how I find you.

I sit on the curb and
there you are, boom,

it's like a Bat signal.

- Then, I'm a superhero.

- Maybe this is your disguise.

- My disguise?

Check you out, (chuckles)
that's a good one, yo.

I got these when I
was drunk and stupid.

I like them, they tell my story.

So, what's up?

Still waiting for
your imaginary friend?

- (laughs) No, I live here.

- White boy found his house.

- Yeah, I found it.

- Hey, I still got that
stuff, got that pipe?

- Yeah, I do, (laughs) yeah.

It's just I don't really feel
like getting high right now,

I'm kinda high enough
already, you know?

- It's cool, it's cool.

- No, no offense.

- No worries, no worries.

- It's just uh...

(slow, alternative music)

Gotta tell you I'm
torn here, man.

- Torn about what?

- I like you and I
wanna invite you inside.

- Then, invite me inside.

- It's just, I wanna
talk, you know?

- About what?

- Anything. I just
wanna hear stories.

Your stories if you want.

- All right.

Under one condition.

- Shoot.

- You gotta let me hold you.

I like to hold a guy, close.

Spooning and all.

Make fun of me all you want.

- No, no, I won't
make fun of you.

I'd give anything in the world
for you to hold me right now.

♪ We're only this far
from one another ♪

♪ We're only this far
from one another ♪

♪ We're only this far
from one another ♪

♪ To a long, long road

♪ You're just failing,

♪ Failing is not an option,

♪ Is not an option

♪ We're only this far
from one another ♪

♪ We're only this far
from one another ♪

♪ We're only this far
from one another ♪

♪ To run our own way