Even though we're breaking up,
we want you to know
this is not your fault, you hear me?
Yeah, it didn't remotely occur to us
that this would be our fault.
Yeah, I just assumed it's yours?
No, no, no. It was not Streeter's fault.
And we still love each other very much.
We just realized we're at different places
- in our lives. - [sniffles]
So now let's get back to the nitty gritty.
You'll, of course, still live with your mother.
We both live on our own.
But I will have custody every other weekend.
So I will pick you up Fridays at 4:00.
And I need you on that curb right at 4:00,
because that is my time.
Again, we are 33 and 35 years old.
And, of course, you each have a bedroom
at my new place.
I, uh, decorated them
specifically for you,
so you feel nice and comfortable
when you stay at, um, "Daddy's house."
So what do you think?
Sounds a heck of a lot better than this dump, am I right?
[chuckles] I'm kidding, of course.
And if I ever hear you badmouthing your mother,
I will put the kibosh on that so fast your heads will spin.
Now, give me a hug, you two.
- God. - We will get through this.
Until then,
just cry it out on Daddy's shoulder.
[weeps, sniffles]
- You crying, Cary? - Yes, I'm crying.
- ♪ I-I-I'm a winner ♪
Eee! I've never been to the opening night
of a Broadway play before.
It's so cool you're dating one of the actors.
Lucas is doing such prestigious stuff now.
Yeah, I thought it'd be cool, but then I remembered
prestigious, when you're gay, means...
Hello, good evening.
Thank you for coming to "8 Gay Men with AIDS:
A Poem in Many Hours."
And exactly how many hours is it?
- Why? - Oh, no. Sorry.
Never mind. It's a very important topic
and I--I'll be here as long as they want.
- Thank you. - Okay, but I don't understand
what the problem is with Lucas being in this?
Well, this is just the third role
where the two of us can't fuck.
Like, first he was a teen virgin,
then he was closeted at Christmas.
- Now he has full HIV? - Okay, homophobic.
It's not the '80s.
Everyone knows you can have sex with someone who has HIV.
Yeah, but it sort of is the '80s to him.
- I promise you we can have sex. - It's not safe.
The doctors still don't know what this is.
Yes, they do. It's HIV.
It's fully treatable. Plus, I'm on PrEP,
we have condoms, and--and this part
is very important, you don't have HIV.
Maybe I should stay at Streeter's?
- Ugh. - Or maybe we break up
- with Lucas? - Meredith, hi.
Ugh, I hate that I had to come
- straight from work to this. - Oh, yeah.
- How's the new job? - Well, let's see, Cary,
I've spent the last 30 days kneeling in dirt.
Nothing I've planted is remotely a tree.
And everyone I work with is so nice,
I literally fantasize about slitting their throats,
which I know is bad. I'm the wrong one.
So overall, not really workin' out?
No, Cary. It's a full he--
- Whoo. - Heaven. My job is heaven.
Man, how sexy is Cook Brook in her tree shirt?
My little Shady Lady.
Yes, that is what we women at work call ourselves.
[reporters clamoring]
- Hi, guys. - Hey, look over here, Chase!
- Hey, guys. Let's do it. - Let's do it.
- Right over here. - Oh, my God.
Chase is here with Kiernan Shipka?
- That is so... - Insane.
- Smart. - Hey, guys. This is Kiernan.
- We're engaged. - Hi.
Yeah. We're getting married.
Sorry, you're engaged?
Yes. Chase has been 18 for nine weeks now.
And it's high time he settled down
and had three to five children
with a member of the Hollywood elite.
Kiernan's part of that elite.
- Right, Chase? - Yeah. Yeah.
Kiernan, hi. I am a huge fan.
- You are such a great actor. - Oh, thank you so much.
- [chuckles] - What do you do?
She plants trees for a living.
So cute. Do you want a pic with me?
- Oh, uh, no. - She'd love a pic.
- Get in there, baby. - We should get a pic.
Let's do it. Oh, come on. Get in here. It's no problem.
- Let's go. - Oh, my God, you're gorgeous.
- Thank you, Kiernan. - Babe.
- Thank you for this. - Everyone, please head
- into the theater. - Oh, so nice to meet you.
- Yeah. - The play is about to begin.
Chase, Kiernan, this way.
We're in the box seats so everyone can see you two.
Okay. Great. I just, um--
We'll see you in there. Okay, honey?
Okay, Mom.
[Des'ree's "I'm Kissing You]
♪ ♪
♪ Mmm ♪
♪ Hey, hey, hey ♪
♪ Pride can stand ♪
♪ A thousand trials ♪
- Hi. - Hi.
Gummy worm?
My team says I'm too hot for candy.
Oh, that's silly. Here, have one.
♪ But watching stars ♪
♪ Without you, my soul ♪
- [bell chimes] - Oh, no. I have to go.
When can I see you again?
Meet me at intermission.
Anon.
♪ Heeee ♪
January, 1981. Central Park.
It's a sunny day
but with an air that's crisp,
an air that portends.
Isn't Lucas so good?
You know, I'm his manager, so I'm responsible
for every role he takes.
- W--uh--okay. - Fucking Reagan.
Janice, get Reagan on the phone.
No, get the whole damn administration on the phone.
[slams phone down]
[phones ringing] [fax machines beeping]
[whispering] I used to be in the industry.
I'm like you, girl.
[mouthing words] Oh, thank you.
Ugh. God.
Oh, shit.
So what is it, doctor?
The medical community is baffled.
We just...
we still don't know what it is yet.
[sighs]
- [applause] - Thank you.
We will now take a brief intermission.
It's been a whole act
and they still don't know it's HIV?
- [clears throat] - I mean, that's fine.
This is paced out however it's paced out.
- Thank you. - Say, "AIDS."
[chuckles] Hey there. Just wanted to say hi.
I'm Lucas Lambert Moy's boyfriend.
- Hey! Mike. - Hey.
- You must be so proud. - Yeah.
Lucas' first big prestige gay role.
So proud. Uh, but I was just curious
what other roles you might be circling
- for ol' Lukey? - Oh, man.
We're chasin' so many prestige roles for him now.
First, there's obviously the movie adaptation
- of this play. - Oh, fuck no.
I mean, been there, done that.
Right? You know, I'd pass.
Then there's this other drama
we're really chasin' about a conversion camp.
He'd play a counselor
who's actually closeted himself
and 'cause of his beliefs
never ever comes out of the closet.
Then kills himself.
Oh, my God.
Is there anything coming up
that is prestigious and gay
but doesn't have, like, nonstop trauma in it?
You know, like, the character's just out and happy
and loves to fuck.
Hmm, there is one movie about porn stars in the '70s.
It's Adam McKay, so still prestige.
And there's a gay porn star in it?
Yeah--they wanted Lucas
or another one of my clients for it,
but I wasn't really chasin' it 'cause it's just two scenes.
And like you said, no traum.
He's just a happy, out porn star
who loves to take loads.
But, again, not really chasin'.
Oh, hey. Sandy!
- Baby! - No. No, no, no.
Please chase that.
Call the producers. Pl--I beg you.
- Shuli? Oh. - What?
Shuli, I need to tell you something
while Lance is in the bathroom.
I know you want Chase to be dating
Kiernan Shipka, which makes perfect sense.
But I saw him making eyes at some normal girl
- during the play. - [scoffs]
No, no, no, no.
Chase is engaged to Kiernan Shipka.
He loves Kiernan Shipka.
He wants to go to Sundance
and reveal on the red carpet
he's havin' a baby with Kiernan Shipka.
Then why is she standing all alone over there?
If Chase loves her, where is he?
- [both chuckle] - I have to go soon.
My publicist will be looking for me.
No, wait. One more.
Would you rather have one big toe or one big tooth?
- [chuckles] - This is the hardest one yet.
- I know. - Listen, Brooke,
stop makin' up drama just to feel
like a part of things.
You're a Shady Lady now.
- Remember? - No, seriously.
It was a plain girl. She was eating gummy worms.
Hey, what you guys talkin' about?
- Oh-- - Trees.
Nothin' but trees. [bell chimes]
Kay. Think we gotta go in, B.
- Okay. - Bye, Shules.
Bye, Brooke.
Hmm.
- The air continues to portend. - [exhales]
And it is portending in ways
it has never portended before.
If I thought it was portending yesterday,
- today it portends... - Excuse me.
Oh, God, oh, God, oh, God, oh, God, oh, God, oh, God.
Let's see.
Girl with gummy worms.
There's no way he's--oh.
[gasps] Holy fucking shit.
[whispering] Told ya.
Chase, what the hell is--
Oh, God, oh, God, oh, God, oh, God, oh, God, oh, God.
[snores]
[person coughs]
- Shit, shit, shit. - Hey.
- This is a disaster. - I know.
- Chase can't date a normal girl. - Exactly.
- [scoffs] - Let's split up,
see if we can find them
- before this goes too far? - All right.
Oh, this is crazy. [line trilling]
- This is crazy. - Hello?
[as Mike] Hey!
How's my favorite pro-douche?
Mike? Good to hear your voice.
Yeah. Yeah. This is my voice.
Um, just callin' about this porn star role
for my client Lucas.
I know I wasn't chasin' it
'cause it didn't have enough traum-traum in it...
[chuckles]
You do always call it that.
Anyway, I changed my mind and I am chasin' it now.
So what do you say we give the role to Lukey boy?
Sorry, Mike, I'm in an AIDS play.
I'm steppin' out to the bathroom now.
No, no, no. No, don't step out.
You're good where you are. [door opens]
Okay, listen, Mike, I wish I had known sooner,
but we're circlin' someone else.
Mike? Mike?
Mike, what's up? What, are you upset?
Are you seriously giving me the silent treatment right now?
Or are--are you-- are you threatening me?
Are you threatening me, Mike?
So if I don't give Lucas this role,
you're gonna tell people about the girl?
You're gonna tell people about the girl and the boy
on that boat? This is a new low, Mike.
Fine. He can have it. He can fuckin' have it.
[sighs] Love to Shelly.
Hooray?
[both giggling]
- You're so cute. - No, you're so cute.
- [both giggle] - Chase!
- Brooke. - Oh, my God. Okay.
I'm so--I did not expect to find you in a full bed.
But much love, little bro.
- What are you doin' here? - I just, um--
I'm here because you two cannot be together.
I'm sorry, Chase and whatever your name is.
It's Pam. Pam Snot.
Pam Snot? Is this a prank on Shuli?
[gasps] Get dressed at once.
- Shuli. - My God.
Just think what would happen
if Kiernan's team got word of this.
I don't care about Kiernan Shipka, okay?
- I care about Pam. - Well, that's fuckin' insane.
But if it's true, the best thing
you can do for her is never see her again.
Now back to your box.
And you, back to orchestra.
[sighs]
Excuse me.
I did it. I got the role for Lucas.
[sighs] [phone buzzes]
Oh, my God. I just got cast
in an Adam McKay movie.
Me, Lukas Gage.
- [sighs] - No.
He manages two Lucases? Fuck.
I did it. I saved the day.
You okay? Where'd you go?
Oh, uh, just a tree emergency.
But I'm back now. Won't happen again.
We finally know what it is...
a great big mystery.
[applause]
Thank you for coming to "8 Gay Men with AIDS:
A Poem in Many Hours."
How is this about the AIDS crisis
but there was never any AIDS?
Join us tomorrow for "8 Gay Men with AIDS:
A Poem in Many Hours, Part Two."
What? all: What?
Hello. Welcome back.
Welcome back to part two.
Feel like I've spent
more time here recently
- than I have at our house. - At least tonight
we'll actually get to AIDS.
Or why does the screen on stage
say Germany, 1939?
- [clears throat] - I--I mean, if they feel
that we need more context before we get to AIDS,
then, my God, of course.
- Thank you. - I really appreciate it.
- You got it. - Hey, um, Lukas Gage?
- Hello. Hey. - [chuckles] Hey.
Um, so I have a weird favor to ask.
- Oh. - My boyfriend
is Lucas Lambert Moy.
Right, yeah, that-- oof, that must be tough.
Yeah, between the last couple roles and this play,
we still haven't been able to fuck.
And even aside from the sex, right?
So I was wondering if there was any way
you might, uh, give up that porn star role
so he could have it? 'Cause if he's playing
a horny, out, gay guy, then we--we can fuck.
I think I understand. And I would love to help.
I just--I think I'm, like, perfect for that role.
Like, underneath these clothes, my body is--is really good.
No. Yeah, I know.
- I, uh... I Google. - Oh, thank you.
- Chase, Chase, over here. - ChaseDreams!
- Hey. - Wait, who's that?
- Hi. - This is, uh--this is Pam.
- [gasps] - Yo, yo.
- Chase! - Say cheese, Chase.
What have you done?
Say hi to Pam.
Streeter, we have a code red.
He's here with Snot.
Whoa. What's goin' on over there?
Uh, h--how would I know?
I was with you all last night
except for that tree emergency.
Let's go watch the play.
[camera shutters snapping]
[chanting in German]
Should listen to Shuli
- what she's saying to you. - Yes.
My God. I do-- [door closes]
- [sighs] - [snores]
Sorry. Sorry, B.
You know, I know AIDS is bad,
but I worked a double today. I'm exhausted.
That's fine. You deserve the rest.
Yeah.
[snores]
I mean, come on, you don't get to pick
- your girlfriends. - Hey, guys.
Hey, kiddo.
- How you holdin' up? - About what?
Me and your mom breaking up.
Oh, that has not affected me in any way.
Okay, so I assume that we're talking
- about how Chase can't date Pam? - Yes.
But thanks to Chase,
they've already been seen together.
Okay, I've been thinking, and how about this?
She's a contest winner.
Yeah, there was, like, a contest
to come see a Broadway play
through, like, Dannon Yogurt or some shit and she won.
Yes.
She's nothin' but a silly contest girl.
A yogurt-eater.
Brooke, this is an excellent idea.
Homosexuals are like a--
like a sort of plague.
- They are a plague... - I think you're being selfish.
- What? - It's just you already got
to have your ass ate in "White Lotus."
I feel like you should let
other people have sex on camera.
I mean, if anything, you should have to do
- one of these now. - Sorry. No dice, man.
Okay, how about this?
If you give up the role,
I'll eat your ass
or you can eat mine.
So now you want me to give up a movie role
and eat your ass?
- [scoffs] - [sighs]
I mean, it's a good ass.
Okay, no, I'm not calling Pam a contest winner.
- She's my girlfriend. - Chase, be realistic.
You can't date a normal girl.
But I like that she's normal.
We're not just talking how it looks.
Though it does look... cray.
We're talking if you break up or--
Whoa, why are we jumpin' to breaking up?
Oh, shit, it's almost intermission
and Lance'll be up soon, but I can try and sneak out
- during the next act? - Yes. I would love that.
- Eee. - In all of history.
- [applause] - Thank you.
We will now take a brief intermission.
[both yawn]
- How'd you sleep? - Good. You?
Good.
Okay. Sorry, sorry, sorry.
- Is there anything on earth... - Oh, my God.
I can do to make you give up this role?
Sorry, man. No.
But it was nice meeting you.
I'm actually-- I'm gonna duck out.
This play is just so long, right?
I'll tweet that you left. [clicks tongue]
- What? - I'll tweet
that I saw you, Lukas Gage,
walking out of the AIDS play.
- You wouldn't dare. - Really?
I haven't fucked in months, Lukas.
Who know what I'll do?
[bell chimes]
Your move, Gage.
[tense music]
♪ ♪
Fine.
I'll just stay and watch.
- [grumbles] - Gentlemen, please.
It has been settled.
We shall call this land "America."
Wow. 1776.
We're more than 200 years before AIDS even started.
[snoring]
And remember, you can leave any time you want.
- I won't say a word. - Nope.
I actually like that we're in 1776,
and I'm so excited to see
how it all connects back to AIDS.
Like, I wanna be seen as an adult.
What do you mean?
Your bare armpit was in "Rolling Stone."
Yes, millions of girls, and let's be honest, boys,
- have seen you as an adult. - By my team.
I wanna make my own decisions.
So you don't think we make good decisions?
Shuli, my second album was released
on the day of the insurrection.
- That's a good point. - Yeah, that was a full whiff.
Our ancestors' ancestors.
[applause]
Thank you for coming to "8 Gay Men with AIDS:
A Poem in Many Hours, Part Two."
Hey, your hair's not in your pony.
Oh, uh... must've fallen out
while I was sleepin' so damn hard
through this AIDS play.
Oh, yeah. Makes sense.
Good thing the play's over now, right?
Join us tomorrow night for "8 Gay Men with AIDS:
A Poem in Many Hours, Part Two, Chapter Two."
- [all groan] - Man, what?
Sorry, I gotta work tomorrow night.
This is your job now.
Welcome back. Good evening.
Here we are. Night three.
Which is fine. Whatever they need.
Of course. I didn't say otherwise.
I didn't say you said otherwise.
[grunting]
Good morning, Lukey.
We're in caveman times now. That's right.
This AIDS play
is at the literal dawn of time.
So you gotta ask yourself,
how does this connect to AIDS?
And more importantly, when?
I guess we'll just have to wait and see.
Yes, we will.
- [snoring] - [grunting]
- [sighs] - So if Chase
is going to be with her, we need to be ready
- to tell the press about her. - Okay.
Well, Pam, why don't you tell us more about you?
Like, who is Pam?
Um, my favorite color is purple.
- Okay, what if we kill her? - Streeter, no.
Chase, what do you see in Pam?
She's kind. She's pretty.
She makes me laugh. Like, ask them
what you asked me when we first met.
Okay, would you rather
poop out your mouth
or eat with your butt?
Oh, my God.
[sighs] I guess eat with my butt.
That's beautiful, Tiny.
The world is at once new and old.
- Knowable and yet... - Wait, who is this woman now?
I don't even know what time we're in.
That's because they've stopped doing times, Lukas.
I think we might be in no time at all.
- [chuckles]
- Oh, my God. - No! Look--no.
Streeter, listen.
If you eat with your butt,
you can never go to restaurants.
- Yep. - Final answer,
- poop out my mouth. - But then you taste
- poop every day? - No.
'Cause your tongue is in your butt.
Ahh. Chase, this is a disaster,
but I like the girl. Makes me think.
- Thank you. - Brooke, shouldn't you get
back inside before Lance wakes up?
Yeah, yeah. But hang on.
Like, your tongue is in your butt now,
- right, Pam? - [speaking native language]
Oof, and now she's starting the Kaddish?
I think we're in for a day four,
maybe even a five.
How do you like the taste of that?
Okay, fine.
He can have the fuckin' part.
I just-- I can't take it anymore.
I know it's important. I just--I've seen this
- so many times. - Shh.
People are trying to sleep.
Fuck. [groans]
[woman chanting]
B?
What the--
- [laughs] - Where is the tongue?
- Would it taste-- - The aftertaste
- would be ugh. - Hey, B.
What's goin' on out here?
Oh, I, uh...
I--I was just thirsty.
Yeah, and I--I came to get a drink of water
and I--I ran into Shuli.
Are you back in the industry?
No. No.
I do good now. Remember? I love trees.
Don't lie. You can tell the truth.
Okay, fine.
The truth is...
I'm having sex with Shuli.
Yeah, it's a Holland Taylor/ Sarah Paulson thing.
Am I Holland Taylor?
Okay.
- Okay. - No, wait. Come on.
No, wait. No, come on. I just--
- No. Don't worry about it. - Lance, I--
- It's all good, B. - No, I--
look, I was having sex with Shuli,
but it's--it's over.
- It's in the past. - All good, B.
Lance! [door opens, closes]
Welcome. Welcome back to day four.
- [clears throat] - You know,
my boyfriend's in this.
Yeah, he just got cast in a movie too.
I'm not sure when it films,
'cause he's always in character,
but I'm gonna break into his email tonight
to find out. Then we can finally have sex.
Ticket, ma'am?
Maybe it's because I've been here
for four days,
but that made no sense to me.
Yeah, no, it does make sense. [scanner beeps]
Good afternoon. At today's performance,
the role of Larry will be played by Rob Moss
because Lucas Lambert Moy is shooting a film.
Thank you so much and enjoy the matinee.
Wait, what? It's today?
Oh, shit. It's only two scenes.
Sorry, do you know where he's shooting?
Well, actually...
- [hangers clack] - [sighs]
Okay, I'm not getting ready for this AIDS play
until you talk to me.
Like, I don't know what you want me to say, all right?
Me and Shuli were sleeping together.
- And I'm--that's-- - Oh, God.
Just shut the fuck up.
- What? - Enough with the lying.
Just fucking stop it, okay? Please.
Okay?
Fine. Okay. I just--
I have been embarrassed to let you know this,
but I don't like trees.
What?
I don't wanna do the tree thing.
Okay? I don't care about trees.
And it makes me feel like there's something wrong with me
because all these people that I work with
fuckin' love trees.
But it's just not... in me or something?
Like--like, I think I hate trees.
Okay, who gives a shit?
If you don't like trees,
then find something else you do like.
But that's the problem, okay?
I already did.
Like, I liked being a manager.
But then the last few years,
everyone started trying to find
something more meaningful to do,
but I had just done that.
Being a manager was meaningful to me.
Like, I liked it. I was fuckin' good at it.
Then that's great?
No, it's not, because I can't do it
without feeling judged all the time.
By who? Who's judging you?
You! You're judging me.
Whoa. Whoa, what?
- Quiet all around. - Quiet all around.
And we are rolling.
[pants] There they are.
I'm here, Lucas!
I'm coming to fuck you, baby.
And cut!
- No! - That's a cut.
No, no, no. Please tell me
Lucas Lambert Moy has not wrapped.
Holy shit. What the fuck is this?
No, it's okay. I'm totally normal.
My boyfriend is just always in character
so I'm coming here to have sex with him real quick
before he wraps this role
and goes back into this other role
- where we can't. - Actors make me so sad.
But you're in luck. The director may need
to go one more time after lunch.
He's gonna watch playback to decide.
Yeah. Yeah. Great.
Oh, my God.
Yeah, this--this is bad.
Yeah, you can't use this.
Let's just go again after lunch.
- Yes. - He's happy.
So that's lunch and a picture wrap
on Lucas Lambert Moy.
What? No!
No, no, no. [sobs]
Sorry, buddy.
But I--I have to ask,
what exactly was the plan here?
To... have sex with my boyfriend.
Yeah. But then what?
I mean, doesn't it suck to never be able
to talk or connect with him in any way?
I don't know. Could be wrong.
[sighs]
Oh, my God, are you serious right now?
I'm judging you? That's what you're tellin' me?
Yes, like, nonstop while you're off doing
all your brain surgeries.
First of all, that's not remotely
what nurses do, and I've told you
a thousand times, I don't judge what you do, B.
Jesus with this shit.
[chuckles] No, no. Yes--yes, you do.
You do judge me.
Like, last month, remember, at the bar,
when you and your friends were all laughing
and you said that my job can be
"a little dumb sometimes."
- And I quote. - What?
Okay, if I did say that,
I was probably just agreeing with you.
Also, all jobs can be dumb sometimes.
Well, you did. You did say it.
And I just--I can't unhear
- the judgement in your voice. - Oh, my God.
Give me a fucking break, dude!
You don't feel judged by me, Brooke.
You don't. And you know you don't.
You have judgement on yourself
and you're makin' this about me.
I have been nothing but supportive of you.
You say you wanna be a manager?
I say, "Hell yeah. That's great.
I love my girl as a manager."
But then you don't believe me.
So then you say you wanna do trees.
I say, "Great. Hell yeah, girl,
do those trees."
And then you're mad at me for supporting the trees.
It's like--it's like I can't fuckin' win with you.
'Cause you never should have let me do the trees, Lance.
Like, you know me better than anybody,
and yet you let me quit a job that I love
to go plant fuckin' trees?
You should have fuckin' stopped me.
You kept saying it's what you wanted.
And it's not my fucking job
to make you be honest with me.
Okay, well, that is a very interesting point
so... fuck you.
Listen, during the pandemic,
all I did was listen to my gut
and decide to do something that made me happy.
That's all I did.
You're the one who's makin' this constantly about you.
You don't care at all about my job
except how it relates to you, how it makes you feel.
And it's exhausting, dude. Like, what about me?
I want a partner too. I want somebody
to show up for me, to support me.
Not just someone
who's always thinkin' about their own bullshit.
And if you do have a problem,
you need to fucking talk to me, B.
But instead you spin and you spin
and you dye your hair,
and you sneak out on me.
Like, we're engaged, dude.
I'm your ride or die.
But maybe that's the problem.
You know I'm not goin' anywhere,
so it just gives you this permission
to just treat me like shit,
to lie to me, to test me,
to always be in your head
instead of just listening to me
or be a good partner to me.
And I deserve that, B,
'cause I'm a good fuckin' person.
[chuckles]
Yes, that's been made very clear.
Okay, cool.
- Very cool, B. - What?
That's what you have to say after all that?
I--well, I'm just saying, we get it, you're good.
That's all I'm saying.
Okay, well, if we can't talk,
then I don't know how we do this.
Well, maybe we don't do this.
Okay, yeah. Maybe we don't.
[sighs] Go fuck yourself, Lance.
[door opens]
- [slurps] - [sighs]
Hey, um, I was curious if we could talk,
like, out of character for a second?
I just--the way this is going now, with us,
isn't working. People are right.
It's weird I don't actually know
the real you.
So, what, you're gonna leave me
- while I have HIV? - Okay, no.
No, that's not what's happening here.
I mean, if anything, I'm thinking of leaving you
because you don't have HIV.
Also, I thought the doctors said
they "didn't know what it was"?
Stop it.
Lucas?
Was that you?
If you're going, go.
Okay, no. See, I don't wanna go. Okay?
So what if we do this,
you get out of character for one night
and we just talk and laugh
and maybe we order pizza.
Do you--do you like pizza?
And then you can just pop back into character
and no one will be the wiser.
Okay, please? I--I really want this to work.
So just give me a reason to stay, I'll stay.
[coughs]
Okay.
I guess I'm gonna go.
You can just let yourself out whenever.
[keys jangle] [sighs]
Oh, flower delivery for Mr. Lambert Moy?
- Yes. - Okay, yeah.
Thank you.
"Congratulations on your Tony nomination
"for Best Actor.
"Think of me for your future projects.
Your fan, Debra Messing"?
You got nominated for a full Tony?
[sighs]
[knock at door]
[knocking continues]
Hi.
This is so dumb, but can I stay here tonight?
Of course.
You always have a place here at...
"Daddy's house."
The bedrooms are upstairs.
Thank you.
[door closes]
[chuckles]
Oh, my God.
Oh, you chose Cary's room.
That's okay. You want something to eat?
Capri Sun? String cheese?
PB&J?
You know, I-- I will take a PB&J,
if you don't mind. No crusts, please.
Comin' right up.
[Chris Doney's "Magical Journeys"]
[somber music]
♪ ♪
[sobbing]
It's just--it's over.
I can't believe it's actually over.
I know.
I--I'm sad your mom and I broke up, too, sweetheart.
[whimpers]
♪ ♪