Queer As Folk (2022–…): Season 1, Episode 8 - Sacrilege - full transcript

- No.

No, no, no, no.

No.

- Damn, he comes
and then he goes.

I was hoping you'd
rail me one more time

with that big fucking
cock of yours.

- Not that I'm calling it big

like in a stereotypical way.

- Look, this was a mistake.

I got very drunk,

and I guess I thought
I could fill one hole



by filling another hole.

- Hey, be kind to yourself.

The amount of
adversity you face.

You're just performing
an act of self-care.

- Eating your ass
isn't self-care.

It's rock bottom.

- Damn, y'all.

Last night, best
threesome I've had

since the "Queer Eye"
boys came to Decadence.

- Oh, my God.

- I won't say which
ones, but, uh,

let's just say I left
well-dressed and well-fed.

Hey, lover.

- I take it back.



This, this is rock bottom.

- You look like shit.

- I am way too hungover to
be bitchy with you right now.

What do you want?

- I want you to tell
me what you see.

- I see a nightmare.

I see a place that stole joy.

I can hear my friends screaming.

I can literally smell
my flesh burning.

- Damn, baby. I was there too.

I get it, but damn.

Look, we all tangled
up in this place.

Forever. It's in our DNA.

- So what?

- So buy it with me.

Help me restore it
to its former glory.

- Wait, hold up.

I thought you already
bought Babylon.

Didn't you invite me to
a teardown party tonight?

- Technically, we
will be trespassing.

- Oh.
- All right, fuck it.

My credit is shit
from years of living

in this redline
racist-ass state,

so I need someone's white
parents' generational wealth

to help a bitch out
and cosign for me.

- Listen, I don't know.

I'm not sticking
around much longer,

and Ghost Fag didn't
exactly pan out.

- What we did with Ghost Fag,

we brought the
community back together.

We can do it even
bigger, Brodie.

For real.

I need this.

I think you do too.

- Mingus.

Mingus.

Mingus!

What are you doing here?

Why are you not at school?

- You forgot to say
goodbye this morning.

- Sorry, I wanted
to let you sleep.

- Right. Um, no, I just...

I wanted to invite
you to something.

- Ooh. A surprise?

Do I have to get dressed up?

- I mean, I guess you
could if you wanted to.

But I... I'm...
doing drag again.

- Honey.

That's amazing.

- So I'm performing tonight,

and I thought maybe
you'd like to come.

It's at Babylon.

I know this is
last-minute, so it's, uh,

it's not a problem
if you can't make it.

- Are you kidding?

Wild horses couldn't stop me.

Great. Cool.

Um, anyway, it's, like,
really not a big deal,

so if you have to stay here
and work, or, you know,

wild horses get involved...
- I'm gonna be there.

Of course.

I'll be there.

- Okay.

- Now go to school.

- Yeah, for sure gonna do that.

Bye. Love you.

- Love you.

- You can't just take off.

I asked you to cover
since Delphina's out.

- I just promised my kid.

- D-d-d.

Nose closes.

You got the count tonight.

- Mm-hmm.

- Can I be mushy for a second?

- Mm-hmm.

- Yesterday, we played
peekaboo and it's like...

Babe, when
are you gonna realize

object permanence exists?

And then Jett vommed on me,

and they had this
satisfied little look

on their face that just
brought me more joy than...

The point is...

It feels good to,
like, finally be here

and be present.

- We should get married.

- Wait, what?

Shar, I wasn't, like,
fishing for a proposal.

- I know, but I still think
we should get married.

I mean it, Ruthie.

I don't even think I believe
in the institution of marriage.

- Yeah, same. So basic.

- But I believe in us.

And I wanna make
a casual promise

to be together forever

in front of our closest
friends and family,

and I wanna eat
oysters and get drunk

listening to terrible
music like "Uptown Funk."

And I wanna wake
up with a hangover

next to you, but not care

because I get to spend the
rest of my life with you.

- Babe, I hate oysters.

- I'm kidding.

I mean, I'm not. Oysters
are gross, but, like...

Yes, fuck it.
- Yeah?

- Let's get married.
- Yeah? Okay.

- Yes.

- Mmm.

I fucking love you.

- I love you so much.

- Do you know what this is?

Is she making everyone celebrate

her half-birthday again?

- No idea.

- Look,

we should probably talk about
what happened the other night.

Shit went south
fast, and you know,

you're being a little extra.

Look, I'm trying.
- Are you?

Because all I'm
hearing are excuses.

- Do you've something
to say to me?

- Actually, I have
nothing to say to you.

- Ah!

Oh! Really glad you made it.

Oh, thank you all for
joining me here today

on such short notice.

You have all been
there to celebrate me

from my highest highs... Being
the first woman nominated

to the Mid-Winter Cotillion
Board of Governors...

And through my lowest lows...

Being kicked off the Mid-Winter
Cotillion Board of Governors...

For reasons I can't
get into legally,

but I think we all
know what they did.

- Mm-hmm.
- Now.

I have invited you all here

today to both support
and celebrate me

as I enter this next
chapter of my life.

- Please don't
say "Republican."

- After 33 years of marriage...

I made the incredibly
difficult decision

to consciously
uncouple from Winston.

- I filed this morning.

- Wow.
- But this is not a sad ending.

This is a new beginning.

Julian, Brodie, oh, my babies.

Oh, for so many years,

I tortured myself over what
I did to turn you both gay.

But now I realize,

you get it from your mama.

That's right.

I'm gay now, everybody!

Let's celebrate!

- Oh, my goodness.

- Is it wrong to
consider sending her

to conversion therapy?

I'm still not talking to you.

- Guess who got a new job today?

I mean, it's just one of
those billboard law firms,

but still.

That's great, honey.
Congratulations.

- How was lunch?

Was Brodie there?
- Yeah, of course.

And in classic Brodie fashion,

he wouldn't admit
to anything he did.

Oh, and my mom is
divorcing my dad

and apparently gay now.

- Brenda's gay?

I could
see that actually.

What? I mean, she
never struck me

as a Kinsey 1.

- I'm just... I'm
still mad at him.

I can't help it.

- Well, I'm personally
grateful for Brodie

because if you hadn't
left your bubble,

this wouldn't have happened.

- I'm sorry, babe.

I just... I can't right now.

- Don't be embarrassed
or whatever.

I had food poisoning once at
my grandma's nursing home.

I ate pudding that I
thought was rice pudding,

but there was actually
no rice in it.

- Do you need anything?

- Does anybody have, like,
crackers or something?

- I have one
marshmallow-scented marker

and of course I do have weed.

- I could get you a Gatorade.

Gatorade is really good
for food poisoning.

- Ugh.
- I think maybe

just some space.

- Gatorade's my mom's
go-to for everything.

Cold, flu, sprained ankle.
- Really, Jake?

Does Gatorade cure HIV?

I just... I know
you're trying to help.

You can't.

You can't.

- I thought you
said you were fine.

- Yeah, I'm... I'm
fine. I'm on meds.

I just forgot to take
them with food and...

I'll be fine.

What? I said I'll be fine.

I just need some
fucking food, all right?

Can you stop looking
at me like that?

- I'll be back.

- You wanna get high?

- Yeah.

I just... I can't with everyone
looking at me differently

and judging.

Fuck.

Jake's never gonna
talk to me again.

- People can surprise you.

Sometimes.

Have you told your mom?

- I've just...

I've put her through so
much shit already this year.

I don't know.

I don't know if I can do it.

I really don't.

- I couldn't remember
if you liked spicy chips

or chips that weren't
that spicy at all,

so I just bought
these at the shift.

- Ooh. What do you think?

Zaddy in a top hat and tails

and Mommy in a dress
made of tarot cards.

Yeah,
too expected.

What in the Jussie Smollett?

Oh, my God.

Oh.

Oh, this is too good.

- We went over this in class.

Theological debates
are not blasphemous.

And I know you mean well,
trying to save my soul and all,

but for real, I'm good.

- Okay.

- Plus you're too late, sucker.

Oh.

Hey.

- You're alive, which means
sex with me didn't kill you.

Thank God.
- Yeah.

I... I'm sorry I
haven't had a chance

to respond to any
of your messages,

but it's all just been a lot.

- Well, I get it.

Now the other night, well,

we don't have to talk
about the other night.

I just...

I have news.

- What, you auditioned
for "The Voice"

and Kelly Clarkson
turned her chair around?

- Well, thank
you for acknowledging

that I'm a beautiful
singer, but no.

Guess who just came out to
all her friends and family.

- Brenda, you didn't.

- I did.

You should've seen the
look on Brodie's face.

I filed for divorce too.

Shar?

Are you there?
- Brenda.

I...

The other night was a surprise,

like, a really,
really good surprise,

but that can never happen again.

I mean, you know,

I want Flo and Jett to
know you and love you

and, you know, for you to
continue to be in my life

and in Ruthie's life
'cause you're fam, but...

that's as far as that can go.

My future's with Ruthie.

- Honey, there is no
need for all this drama.

I completely get it.

We both needed a release,
and boy, did we get it.

I have no regrets.

I am just grateful

that you helped me make
this discovery about myself.

- Well, I am happy
to be of service.

Well, look, I should run.

Uh, I'll call you later.

Set up a little playdate
with you and the twins.

- I would love that.

- Cool. Talk soon.

- Looks like you got a case
of the post-coming-out blues.

- Maybe I should...

Maybe I should call
off the divorce.

I just... well, I threaten
to leave Winston once a year.

I mean, he wouldn't
even bat an eyelash.

- Hey, no, no, no. Don't
do that. Winston sucks.

He'd make me turn
to lesbianism too.

- Uh-uh. That is
not what's going on.

I met someone who made
me question everything

I thought I knew about myself.

Someone who saw me

not as the person I am

but as the person I could be.

- Wow. Sounds nice.

Mom, are you dating
a power lesbian

like Lena Waithe or somebody?

Because that is some
advanced queer-level shit.

- You'll find love
again, Brodie.

- I don't know.

Maybe I should just go.

- You've done that before.
Has it ever worked?

Now, are all your friends
gonna be at this little party?

- Yeah, whole gang
should be there.

- Then I better get ready.

I'm part of the gang now.

- Boo, bitch!

- The fuck is wrong with you?

Buss, if you was
looking for ways

to set your money on fire,

I would've gladly taken
it off your hands.

Why are you buying this dump?

- 'Cause it's the
best bar in the city.

- It's literally a crime scene.

- I've got plans, Marvin.

And if you suck up to
me and kiss enough ass,

then maybe I'll hire
you as a bouncer.

- Well, I don't kiss ass.

- Oh?
- But I eat it pretty well.

- Oh.

- Yeah, you do.

Hey.

How you been?
- I was good

till about three seconds ago.

- Y'all got a real scorned
lovers vibe going on over here.

We good?
- We good, Buss.

- All right. You
just let me know

if you need somebody
to throw some hands.

I'ma be right over here.

- Hey.

Don't you dare.

- Bitch, you just gonna
leave me down here?

- No. I'm coming, I'm coming.

Ready?

All right, one, two, three.

Come on now, y'all.
It's a party.

And the Lord said, "Let
there be light, bitches!"

Oh, y'all can do
better than that.

- What do you want, Ali?

- I was just missing you.

- Missin' me, nigga? You
the one that dumped my ass.

Get out of here with that.

- I'll go.

- So that's it?
You're just gonna go?

- You literally just told me
to get the fuck outta here.

- Bitch, fight for me!

Damn.

I miss you too.

I just couldn't believe
that somebody like you

could be into somebody like me.

- You're a dumb slut.

- You wanna see how
much of a slut I can be?

- Yeah. I do.

- Well, this is depressing.

Brodie, I thought gay
bars would be more chic.

No wonder you're so
sad all the time.

The lighting in here
is very unflattering.

- Yeah, Mom. That's
why I have PTSD.

Bad lighting.

- Just keep going.

- I didn't even
know you liked beer.

- It's the principle.

Oh, my God.

They're like best friends now?

- I'm, uh, I'm gonna
go feel the vibe.

- Have fun.
- I will.

- Okay, y'all.

I know this is Bussey's night,

but Shar and I...
Get up here, Zaddy.

We're gonna have to hijack
this party for a sec because...

we're getting married!

- Yeah!

- Makin' it official!

- Let's get lit!

- There's my partner in crime.

Come on, baby. Take
a shot with me.

- Oop!

Mmm.

- You get the
contracts I sent over?

- Oh, yeah. I
did get it, Buss.

Uh, I was actually hoping to...
- Bussey!

I thought you was fucking
crazy to bring us back here.

- Crazy as all, isn't he?

- Girl, you did so good.
- Yes, yes,

a bitch will gladly take
it far as she so deserves.

- Yes, you do.

But one second, y'all.

Attention, everybody.

I would like to
cheers to our boy.

I couldn't have
done this without

Brodie's sexy-ass
850-point credit score.

We doing this together, y'all.

To Brodie.

Hey, yo, DJ, make it bounce.

- Whoo-hoo!

- Hey, Mom.

How's being a lesbian goin'?

Has Ellen reached out yet?

- Oh, I wish.

She seems so nice.

Mom, I'm really happy for you.

You're, like, very brave.

- Yeah. Thanks, honey.

You know what would
also be brave?

Apologizing to your brother.

- Me apologize to him?

- Sweetheart, you
can't really believe

that your father
and I adopted Brodie

because we wanted a child
that wasn't disabled.

- He is such a
little tattletale.

- Julian!

We adopted Brodie because
I wanted another baby

and I wanted to
give you a sibling,

but it was the '90s,

and I was addicted
to diet pills,

so, you know,
conceiving naturally,

that wasn't an option.

You're not angry.

You just feel guilty.

- Hi.

Did you lose someone
in the, uh...

pew-pew?

- Oh, no, I'm just here
to see my kid perform.

- Oh, thank God.

I was starting to think

that going through one of
the five stages of grief

was a requirement for entry.

- Yeah.

- It's kind of in
the dress code.

- Yeah.
- Judy.

- Oh, Brenda.

- Did you lose someone?

- Oh, no, no. Heavens, no, no.

My son, he only got shot.

- Oh, my God!

- Eh, he's fine now.

I mean, he's right over
there moping at the bar.

- That's your son?

- Yeah, can't tell
from this angle,

but he's very handsome.

- I'm sure he's a heartbreaker.

Well, I'm gonna...

It was nice meeting you.

- Yeah, yeah! Till
we meet again, huh?

I mean, hopefully somewhere
that can make a decent martini.

- Yeah.

- Yeah.
- Okay.

So grown-up.
- Yeah, yeah.

Bye.
- Bye.

- Look, he'll come around.

Eventually.

- Hey, Noah.

Do you love him?

Don't answer that.

Just be good to
my brother, okay?

- Motherfuckers
are looking mopey.

I need you to get some
ass-shaking music on.

Oh, hell, no.

Uh-uh, do not...
- Hey, I... I did it.

I signed the papers.

- Ha! Yes, bitch!

We doing this.

- Actually, you're doing it.

- Look, I'm gonna dip
outta New Orleans.

- God damn it,
Brodie. The fuck?

Can you not be a messy
bitch for, like, one second?

- It's the right
thing to do, okay?

- Where you goin'?

- Manchester?

I think I should be with all
the broody Morrissey gays.

Plus, you know I only
speak English and Gay.

I mean, look, like,
check out this guy.

I mean, come on...
- He a'ight for a white boy.

Personally, I think you
being a dumbass bitch,

but know you'll be missed.

Hey!

Be careful with my Chicky.

- Yes, ma'am.

- I'm too young to
be a ma'am, though.

- If you're here for a quickie,

you're outta luck.

My makeup is flawless.

- No quickie.

I just wanted to say...

Break a leg.

- What?

- You're performing, right?

It's about time you
got back on that stage.

- Brodie.

- Hey.

What's wrong?
- Uh...

I need to finish getting ready.

- Manchester?

Really?

- Getting married?

Really?

Congrats.

You and Shar are, like, forever.

- When you know, you know.

Congrats to you too.

Enjoy the cold weather, I guess.

- That's it?

- That's it.

- Whoo!

- When I say "Babyl,"
you say "Lon."

Babyl! Crowd: Lon!

- Babyl! Crowd: Lon!

- When I say "Buss,"
you say "Sey."

Buss! Crowd: Sey!

- Buss. Crowd: Sey!

- When I say "Re,"
you say "Birth."

Re. Crowd: Birth!

- Re. Crowd: Birth!

- Hey, queerdos.

How
y'all doing tonight?

Me too.

To be honest with you,

it's been hard to even walk
on this side of the street

for the past six months,

let alone step inside.

But like my meemaw always say...

"It ain't worth it

if it don't terrify you."

So we gonna tear
it down tonight.

'Cause Babylon is
coming back, bitches.

Yeah? All: Yeah!

- Yeah? All: Yeah!

And tonight,

we gonna pick up
right where we left.

Ain't that right, Chicky?

- You go, baby!

- Whoo!

- Whoo!

- Whoo!

- Damn.

I thought your
generation was supposed

to have less trauma than mine.

- Well, there is a
trickle-down effect.

I didn't know you
would be here tonight.

I would've warned you
about the engagement.

I just...
- No, Shar, please.

You don't... you
don't owe me anything.

I've known Ruthie half her life,

and she is your partner

and the mother of your children.

And I am happy for
the two of you.

Seriously, congratulations.

- Yeah. Ruthie's really tryin'.

And for the first time it feels
like our family has a chance.

- Shar, truly...

What happened the other
night, that was a mistake.

- And, uh,

and we can put this behind us.

We are too mature to...

- Mmm.

- Mm, thanks.

All right, um, is this enough?

- Yeah, that's fine.
- Okay. Thank you.

- Y'all have a good night.
- You too. Get home safe.

Never a dull moment.

- Hmm?

What's that?
- Hmm?

- Is that like a new
lip balm or something?

Hey, no.

It's delicious.

I got this.

- Hey, Mom.

- You were absolutely
stunning tonight.

- Thank you so much for coming.

- I wouldn't have
missed it for anything.

- Wow.

Hmm.

- Are you gonna get
in trouble at work?

- No, because I quit.

You are more important
than this job.

You're my baby.

- Hmm.

- I... I am so proud
of you, Mingus.

I just...

I'm so happy you
are doing drag again

and that you found
this amazing community.

You just...

you just really blow me away.

You're doing so much
better. I was...

I was really, really...

I was worried that...

- Okay.

- Mm?

Huh?
- I'm just...

Mom.

Uh...

I fucked up.

- Mingus.

- Tell me.

- It's okay, honey.

- Okay. Um...

Don't freak out.

- Oh.

Um...

It's not the end of the world,

and I'm already on meds, so...

Mom, I, uh...

I have HIV.

I'm sorry.

I'm... I'm so sorry.

Ming...

I can't...

- What?

Mom.
- I'm...

- What is...

Are you having a stroke or...

- Mom.

I... Mingus.

I thought you were gonna
tell me you were dying.

- Come here.

- Oh.

- Honey.

We're gonna get through this.

You hear me?

- Okay.

- We're gonna get through it.

- I love you.

- I love you so much.

- Hmm.

- It's okay.

- Sorry, can you turn this off?

- Mm, no, I love this song.

So angsty.

So where we going?

- Manchester.

Canal
Street is major, ya poof.

- Please don't do
that. It's bad enough

I hallucinate talking
to my dead best friend.

- Aw.

I'm still your best friend?

- Barely.

Do you realize how pissed I
could be at you right now?

You should've told
me about Noah.

- No, the truth would've
hurt you, though.

- Or it would've set me free.

- So you're saying that even
if the truth would've hurt you,

you still would've
wanted to hear it anyway?

- Yes.

That's what you do
when you love someone.

You tell 'em the truth.

- So then take your own advice,

you dumb faggot.

- You mean with Ruthie?

I can't tell her that.

- Yes, you can.

- No. It'll destroy everything.

- Why did you move back in
the first place, Brodie?

Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm.

We're here, bitch.

Don't be scared, Brodie.

It's the truth.

- Fuck off.

- Fuck you.

- Brodie?

- I have to tell you something.

- Oh, God. What's wrong?

- You have this family,
and it's beautiful.

And I've always wanted
you to be happy.

You know that, right?

Like baseline, I just
want you to be happy.

- I know.

- Look, and I know the
two of us together,

can be a lot.

But I am never more myself
than when I am with you.

And I know you feel the same.

- Brodie.

What's going on?
You're scaring me.

- Maybe you're right.

Maybe our friendship is over.

But maybe...

Maybe we were never
meant to be friends.

- I love you, Ruthie.

- I know.
- No.

I want to be with you.

I'm in love with you.

Always have.

- What the fuck, Brodie?

You're really going
to do this to me?

You're so fucking stupid.