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[serene music]

[bell dings]

[Beethoven's "Moonlight Sonata"]

[lips smack]

[La Miranda] The past.

Past.

Well, now, let me tell you about the past.

The past is filled with silent joys

and broken toys.

Laughing girls and teasing boys.

Was I ever in love?

I called it love.

I mean.

It felt like love.

There were moments when,

well.

There were moments when...

[footsteps clicking]

[sign buzzing]

[Interviewee] Nobody, on that particular night,

showered and shaved to go to a riot.

-[car engine rattling] -[jangly guitar music]

[protestors shouting]

[crowd cheering]

There had been race riots.

There had been anti-war riots.

There had been all sorts of civil rights riots.

And, now, it was time for the gay riots.

Raids were not unusual.

You've seen a raid, you've seen a raid.

This was just a raid.

Every other group had made their point in the sixties.

But we were never going to make ours.

Nobody was worried about the faggots.

You could do what you want with them.

But, suddenly, here were the faggots

now revolting.

And the paper talks about people lighting bonfires

and trash baskets and throwin' them through the windows.

And I, personally, thought, "Oh my God.

The homosexual's gonna be the bogeyman of the seventies."

Well, I think it had to do something

with Judy Garland's death.

It was beyond frightening.

It was traumatising.

And, in part, I am still traumatised by it to this day.

You know, on a scale of one to ten,

as far as a riot goes,

it wasn't a very good riot.

You know, it was over before it started.

Some heads were busted on both sides,

but that was it.

If my mother hears the word Stonewall,

she has to take a heart pill.

[gravel crackles]

I was with the Mattachine Society.

And we sort of believed in wearing coat and tie

and makin' the most respectable appearances we could.

And I didn't wanna see gay people go on a rampage

and destroy their own neighbourhood.

[La Miranda] See, there's as many Stonewall stories

as there's gay queens in New York.

And that's a shit load of stories, baby.

Everywhere you go in Manhattan,

or America,

or the entire damn world,

you're gonna hear some new legend.

Well, this is my legend, honey.

Okay?

My Stonewall legend.

[buttons clacking]

[jukebox spinning]

[record buzzing]

* Ooh wah, ooh wah cool, cool kitty *

* Tell us about the boy from New York City *

* Ooh wah, ooh wah, come on, kitty *

* Tell us about the boy from New York City *

* He's kinda tall

* He's really fine

* Yeah yeah

* Someday, I hope to make him mine all mine *

* Yeah yeah

* And he's neat

* And oh so sweet

* And just the way he looked at me *

* He swept me off my feet

* Yeah yeah

* Ooh whee

* You ought to come and see

* How he walks

* And how he talks

* Ooh wah, ooh wah cool, cool kitty *

* Tell us about the boy from New York City *

* He's really down

* And he's no clown

* Yeah yeah

* He has the finest penthouse

* I've ever seen in town

* Yeah yeah

* And he's cute

* In his mohair suit

* And keeps his pockets full of spending loot *

* Yeah yeah

* Ooh whee

* You ought to come and see

-[sirens wailing] -* He's the most

* From coast to coast

[door creaking]

[heels clicking]

[locker squeaks]

[coin rattling]

[train rumbling]

[Moxie] Moves your hooves, you lazy hoe.

[Helen] Hey, it ain't lady-like to run, dammit.

[indistinct chattering]

[train pulling out]

[indistinct chattering]

Ooh.

What's goin' on, Moxie?

[Helen] You can't get so far as Coney Island.

[La Miranda] Life's a cruise for you, bitch.

[Moxie] Hey, matinee girl, showtime.

[sputtering]

[all laughing]

[Helen] Going out with Robert Clohessy tonight.

[Moxie] More like Andy Walrus.

[All] She's booted.

Cackled.

And gagged.

Okay.

Hey, lindo.

Get into some of that myself.

[siren wailing]

Big car, small weenie.

[heels clicking]

[Moxie] I'm tellin' you, girl,

you should've came to that party.

[Helen] God, all the guys was there.

[Moxie] Lollipop was there.

Chucky was there.

With bells on.

[La Miranda] Yeah, but no balls, right?

[Moxie] Slow down.

[Ethan] Sir, please take this pamphlet.

How you doin' today?

March on Philadelphia.

[Ethan] Homosexual rights.

Please join us.

No, honey.

Support homosexuality.

No, but, thank you, sir.

Hey.

March on Philadelphia.

What?

Homosexual rights.

Why don't you be there?

-[Matty] Sure. -Great.

Don't forget.

[heels clicking]

[drag queens chattering]

[All] Trick or treat.

[lips smack]

[La Miranda] Hey, Vito, you remind me of my dead father.

[Helen] Hello.

[Moxie] Hey, Vito, do you want me

to come home with you tonight?

Baby?

[door slams]

[everyone chattering]

No, you smell like you are wearing my perfume.

Hey, Vito, how they hangin'?

Shavin' our shoulders yet?

'Kay, girls, we see ID

or we see blood.

Ooh.

[La Miranda] Here's my ID, baby.

You recognise?

Looks outta date to me.

Come on, sissies.

Move on, move on.

Let's go.

Ah, kiss my ID.

Hey, Mussolini.

Hey, punk.

Hey, Vito.

My ID's in the car.

Take a hike.

Uh uh.

I'm with them.

And your fuckin' mother's with them.

[drag queens chattering]

Vito, what are you going through?

Quit raggin' on our ride.

Yeah, Vito.

Don't bust my balls, buddy.

[Moxie] Yeah, Vito, don't bust his balls.

You fairy.

Get the fuck out of my face.

[loud music]

[people chattering]

[Moxie] Party over here.

[Diva] Diva coming through.

Moxie, girl, ain't it past your bedtime?

Back up, fellas.

The bitches is back on the block.

Outta my way.

I'm drinkin', who's payin'?

[woman vocalising]

Hey, Bo, how's it going?

[Bonita] Hello.

Listen, uh.

Thanks a lot.

You owe me one, okay?

Have a nice life.

[crowd chattering]

Young man.

Young, young, young, young man.

My ID's in the car.

When your here, sweetness,

a face is all the ID you need.

See the old money by the Wurlitzer?

He would like to furnish your thirst

with a cooling libation.

Right.

A drink, twinkie.

What'll it be?

Oh.

All right.

Sure.

Bud.

Ah. House beer.

Hit me with it.

Believe me, baby.

You won't feel a thing.

[laughs]

Ah, Angelo.

Oh, shit.

We're out.

Chica.

Hi, Chica, I love that outfit more every time I see it.

Which is a lot of love, honey.

And, a lot of nerve too, girl.

Tramp.

[all laughing]

[bottles clinking]

[Bartender] Fish is on the hook, honey.

Reel him in.

Say somethin'.

Don't let them move.

Allow me to thank you in person for accepting my offer.

Don't mention it.

Ice or nothin' on your taste buds?

Do have one yourself, my dear.

Why?

What the hell have I ever done to you?

Hey Lady Ernestine.

Give me a shot of Jackie D., will you?

That's Princess Ernestine to you, bitch.

That's Princess Bitch to you, lady.

Just get your ass in line, La Miranda.

I'm servin' Mr. Smith here.

Smith?

We're all Smith in this place, baby.

I'm Princess Ernestine Smith.

[La Miranda] I'm La Miranda Smith.

And this is?

Matty Dean.

Smith.

Well, my name is August.

Looks more like December to me.

[Matty chuckles]

I trust you're immune to Hepatitis?

Whoops.

Damn it, Perry, what day is it?

[La Miranda] Oh dear.

[Ernestine] They were already here on Tuesday.

Excuse me.

Keep the change.

[Ernestine] Call Vinnie, Goddammit.

[button clicks]

[crowd murmuring]

[purses clacking]

[case thuds]

[heels clicking]

Don't give your real name, baby.

[heels clicking]

[chair creaks]

[door creaking]

[people murmuring]

[stick smacks]

[Officer] School time, ladies, come on.

Let's go.

Let's keep it movin'.

[Officer 2] Come on.

You know the drill.

I have two letters for everyone here.

I.

And D.

[Officer 2] Come on, come on.

Move, move.

Move, move, move, move, move.

Get 'em out for the boys, girls.

[Detective] You.

Washroom.

[crowd chattering]

Hey Ernie.

[Officer] Let's go, let's go.

I don't have all night.

ID.

I don't see anything.

-Come on, ladies. -Oh, Ernie.

Ernestine?

Good evening, officer.

How 'bout a drink while we're sweatin' away here, hm?

What was I thinking of?

[Vinnie] Put that shit away.

Johnny Walker for New York's finest, Princess.

You know that.

Officers.

Gentlemen.

Welcome to the Stonewall Inn.

We weren't expecting you fellas.

Orders from on high.

What can I tell you?

What can anyone tell anybody?

Right?

So.

Drink.

[glass clinks]

Is that Whiskey?

Or is that Goddamn Whiskey?

Friggin' angel's piss.

These stupid ass fairies don't know how lucky they are.

Am I right?

Damn straight.

Best booze.

[serene music]

And the prettiest bar chicks.

[Vinnie] Ha.

Damn straight.

Awooga.

If it ain't Holly-go-friggin-Lightly.

Let's see you, pretty thing.

Oh, so classy and dainty, it is.

[Officer] Hm.

Smells good too.

Ah, she looks better without 'em.

[sunglasses clatter]

[Detective] There.

Now, we can get us a real good look.

[Officer] She's gonna cry.

Washroom.

[liquid pouring]

I gave you two words.

Wash.

And room.

[Officer] Come on.

You heard him.

Go.

[liquid sloshing]

This way, fellas.

[Officer] All right, let's go, let's go, let's go.

[heels clicking]

Yeah, let's see if a cheap wig floats.

[water splashing]

[officers laughing]

[water splashing]

[Officer] Poor, poor little wet faggot.

Very nice, E.

[water splashing]

[melancholy music]

[water blubbing]

Jesus Christ.

[La Miranda breathing heavily]

[water dripping]

[heels clicking]

[melancholy music]

ID.

Oh, baby.

La Miranda, girl.

Why do you always put yourself through this?

Why, Princess Ernestine?

It's for the sheer, irresistible, Goddamn glamour of it all.

[lips smack]

[men shouting]

Hey.

Leave him alone.

Come on.

He ain't hurtin' nobody, right?

He ain't hurtin' nobody, right?

[groans]

That's right, kid.

No one's hurtin' no one.

'Cept you.

* He don't

* Hang around

* With the gang no more

* And he don't do the wild things that he did before *

* Ooh

[Detective] Easy, easy.

[Vito] Watch it, motherfuckers.

[Matty groans]

[Officer] Come on, you too.

Little girl.

[doors clattering]

[La Miranda] You are all gonna pay for this.

[Officer] Make it easy.

* His heart is out in the streets *

* He don't

* Comb his hair

* Like he did before

[men shouting]

[La Miranda] Don't look at me, goddammit.

Son of a bitch, I think he broke my goddamn nose.

Ah forget you.

They confiscated my damn makeup bag.

'Kay?

Now, that's brutality.

How can they just do this?

Like we don't have a fuckin' constitution or nothin'?

We don't.

They do.

Who the fuck is they?

America.

Big America.

The other America.

Fuck big America.

We're the real America.

At least we believe in fuckin' freedom.

Right?

You don't even get what I'm talkin' about, do ya?

Yeah, little ol' dumb me.

How could I possibly get it?

I'm sorry.

Shit, I don't even get it.

God, I am such an asshole.

Somehow, I really believed that it would be different

in New York.

Yeah, well Miss Liberty lies.

I almost forgot people did that.

Well, you can join me if you'd like.

I don't do tears.

Don't you ever get this angry?

I don't do angry.

It's all I do.

That's her right over there.

[car pulling up]

[La Miranda] Now you know you all are gonna be

raptured up to Heaven

for your deeds today, don't ya, Bostonia?

Oh, you got that goddamn right.

See if I ain't dragged screamin' to Bellevue first.

I mean, am I crazy or what?

And who is this kid I'm bailin' outta the slammer

for gettin' his goddamn ass caught where it ain't wanted

or paid for.

Excuse me?

I'm Matty Dean.

Matty Dean?

Goddamn hillbilly.

Oh, Bostonia-

[Bostonia] You do not speak.

I will slap you upside your head.

Kid.

I was there and I saw what you did.

Now, you may think that it looked sort of cool, huh?

Yeah, maybe even felt kinda cool in some freaky way.

It is not cool to give those motherfuckers

any kind of excuse to put their hands on you.

If we bleed, we do not win.

Y'all dig?

Well, maybe it's their turn to bleed?

Wake up call.

If you give them cause to mess with you again,

I'll kick your asses myself.

Is that clear?

Goddammit.

You kids are gonna break my goddamn heart.

You know, I think he kinda liked me.

Matty Dean, do they got drags where you come from?

Naturally.

Then, you know it ain't hip to call a DQ he.

Oh, did I call him, him?

Uh, he.

She?

[keys jangling]

[horn honking]

Is your family rich?

What's my family got to do with me?

I'm just tryin' to figure out how somebody so smart

can be so stupid.

Well, I ain't got no buddy in a stretch limo.

That ain't hers.

Bostonia's got some rich john that takes care of her.

[woman laughing]

[keys jangling]

[people chattering]

So, which are you?

A he or she?

Depends on who's payin', babe.

[door squeaks]

[paper rustling]

[Matty] That's a draught notice, right?

Yep.

Unfortunately for them, I have flat feet.

[footsteps thudding]

[door creaking]

Welcome to teeny bop heaven.

[door slams]

I'll make you up a bed.

[keys rattling]

[Matty] Mine was this kid.

I was a kid, myself.

He used to come around with his dad.

You know, to paint the fence and stuff.

I used to watch him from my window.

Like, mowin' the lawn with his shirt off.

Did you ever tell him how you felt?

Well, he always used to come over with his pop.

Then, one time, he came alone.

And we came together.

But, I never told him.

No.

Who was your first?

First lay?

[Matty] First love.

I don't do love.

Ain't no percentage in it.

La Miranda.

What do your family think of you?

[La Miranda] They drink to forget me.

Yours?

Well, when I first told them that I was a homosexual-

Wait.

When you what?

[Matty] They didn't believe me.

You did not.

I did.

Fuck you.

You did not.

[Matty] When I was 15.

Get out of town.

Didn't I say you was rich?

You did, yeah.

Mary, please.

You tell poor folks,

"Mommy, I'm a homosexual."

And they will drag your ass out into the damn yard

and whip you with a car area, okay?

[Matty chuckles]

Is that what happened to you?

We're not talkin' about me.

You want some breakfast?

Oh Christ, I should get outta here

and let you get some sleep.

As a matter-of-fact, I have to go to a meeting.

AA?

[Matty] Well, no.

Um.

Okay.

I'm going to a meeting of the Homophile Society.

A group of homosexual men working for liberation,

acceptance, and integration.

You travelled across America to hand out flyers

and then you talk to me like I'm dumb?

Let's eat.

Listen.

You don't have to go.

You can stay as long as you need to.

I know I never said thank you.

I'm lousy at this shit.

[feet shuffling]

[dishes clatter]

[horn blares]

[piano tone]

[car drives past]

[bell dings]

[piano tone]

[Person On Phone] You should've called me.

I'm not a policeman.

You can talk to me before you screw up.

Okay?

Yeah.

I'm calm now.

After I hang up, I'm gonna go chant or something.

How's that?

-[phone dings] -[phone clatters]

[Burt] Moving on.

We're here today to confirm details

with the Daughters of Palides.

Represented today by Agnes Pudgin.

As to the precise nature of our march

on Independence Hall in Philadelphia.

Agreement on codes of conduct, et cetera, et cetera.

Well, naturally, the ideal would be to take a cache

of mortar shells and level the place.

[group laughing]

However.

Since we are a peaceful political lobby group.

We're not the Black Panthers.

We'll forgo your mortar shells.

The Panthers never bombed anyone, Burt.

God knows who'd blame them.

Moving on.

Okay.

Dress sense.

Agnes has confirmed that the Daughters of Palides

are in complete accord with our decision that everyone

should dress as sensibly and as formally as possible.

Tuxes.

Prom dresses.

[Bert] Ethan.

[Agnes] Suits.

Ties.

No patterns, please.

Dark socks.

Polished shoes.

Neat haircuts.

No denim, no chinos.

If you've got glasses, please wear them.

Excuse me.

Haircuts?

You can wear a hat and tuck your hair into it.

But neat hair would be ideal.

And, I might add, possibly quite becoming.

[group chuckling]

[Agnes] Listen, people, this dress code thing.

It's really a drag, I know.

But, this is the first civil action of its kind

and it's vital that we make a good impression.

Do you see?

[Group Member] Yes.

[Bert] Moving on.

For the ladies.

The women.

[group chuckling]

Skirts.

Blouses.

[car engines running]

[heels clicking]

[horn honks]

[door creaks]

[Bonita] Vito.

Oh.

New cologne?

400.

[Bonita] Hey, is Vinnie in his office, babe?

500.

Stop me if I'm borin' ya.

700.

750.

A cosy grand.

Stash it.

We got company.

There's a lady in the house.

Don't mind me, boys.

So what you're telling me is.

I pay you to bust me less, you bust me more.

I pay you for warnings, I get jack shit.

How am I s'posed to make money to pay you?

Build a mint in my ass and shit dollar bills?

[Detective Over Phone] It's a routine shakedown.

I know we're supposed to give-

What the fuck are you doin' here?

Listen, I got a cousin runs a fag bar in the East Village.

The precinct there is so friggin' organised,

they get a bust rota.

Now that's business.

Last night, I got two Nellie's in-store

and an empty bar by 1:30.

That is not business.

[Detective Over Phone] Okay.

I'll talk to the chief, how's that?

Yeah, you do that.

And you ask him, "Are we in business?"

Or am I paying the wrong precinct, all right?

[phone clatters]

[door creaks]

[door slams]

What?

What?

What kind of face is that, huh?

Cryptika?

I'm warning you, Bostonia.

You keep your foot off my dick.

I'm on the phone chewing out the Deputy Chief

of friggin' police, for Christ sakes.

Blow it out your ass, you goddamn loser.

If you're so hot, why you talkin' to the fuckin' deputy?

I do not like to see my kids bleedin' on the floor

of no paddy waggon, okay?

Come on.

Your kids?

That daffy little heifer was asking to get roughed up.

She gets off on making waves.

You know that.

Ah, to Hell with 'em all.

Couldn't we just get a-goddamn-way from this tired town?

Some place where nobody knows us?

Honey, nobody knows us here.

[lips smacking]

Hey, yeah.

Gonna keep it that way.

You get off me.

Before some sucker comes in here and sees us.

Vinnie, you are such a romantic.

[chair creaking]

[footsteps plodding]

Yeah, catcher.

Angelo.

[footsteps thudding]

Boss?

[Vinnie] Any other sad freak walks past you

into my office,

without so much as a knock on my door,

I'm gonna break your fuckin' feathers for you.

All right?

[door creaking]

You have to try and understand, Burt.

He's not the hippest guy on the block.

But, he has a great brain, great connections,

and a great deal of money.

All of which he contributes generously-

Oh, and it's cash that counts, right?

Hey, hey.

You only hear what you wanna hear.

Bert's given a great deal of himself

to furthering this cause.

He's just kind of out of another time.

It's just that I didn't come across America

to hand out flyers in a suit, ya know?

What did you come here for?

I know.

I came here as a freshman at Columbia.

And I was gonna kick the world's ass.

When you're 19 finding something to fight for

can be kind of a thrill.

I'm glad somebody's gettin' a kick out of it.

I'm not 19 anymore.

I've spent almost ten years teaching Brooklyn kids about

Walt Whitman and Shakespeare.

Never mentioning what really mattered to me

or I'm outta there.

I've seen 'em come and go.

And the ones who survive are the ones who learn

how to work it from inside.

See, I'm not in this for the fight anymore.

I'm in this to win.

[scoffs]

Listen, what are you doin' right now?

Nothin'.

I mean, I gotta meet somebody later.

Much later.

But I'm free right now.

For now.

Wanna walk?

I'll show you New York.

[soft music]

[footsteps plodding]

[car driving by]

[indistinct chattering]

[police radio chatter]

[Police Radio] Roger on the information.

Frequency 15.

[car engine accelerating]

[police radio chatter]

So how late is he now?

About 30 seconds later than the last time you asked me.

Don't piss me off, girlfriend.

Ooh boy, this stud must be something for Miss La Miranda

thing to sit waiting on her hind legs this way.

There must be some serious dish here.

You know what I'm saying?

Pardon a moi?

Does he kiss?

Is he hung like an ox or a chipmunk?

Is he a bull dagger in man drag?

Come on.

I think maybe he's a communist.

Oh, him so cute.

I don't know.

He's kinda freaky, you know?

Mm hm.

I think, maybe, he dropped out of college or something

to slum it with the street trash.

Oh.

But we never really did nothin' yet.

God, you are sad.

Well.

We almost kissed this morning.

And it was, you know, scary.

But nice.

Hm.

And last night, we just talked all night.

And, he helped me cook breakfast.

All night?

No sex?

Hm.

No wonder you look like shit.

Oh my God, is that him over there?

[La Miranda] Matty Dean.

Matty Dean!

[footsteps clacking]

You're late.

That's okay.

Good meeting?

[Matty] Kinda weird.

Wow.

Your eyelashes are really big. [chuckles]

[Helen] 'Scuse me.

Matty Dean, I want you to meet my best girlfriends.

This is Miss Moxie.

Kissy, kissy.

And, this is Helen Wheels.

Oh.

Hi.

Evenin'.

Ladies.

Taxi!

[soft music]

-[car pulls up] -[indistinct chattering]

[car engine accelerating]

[Moxie] I always do this.

Yeah, I got it.

I'm the bellhop.

[indistinct chattering]

Okay, up we go.

First floor, lingerie.

[heels clicking]

[soft chiming music]

Tonight, my beautiful sisters.

We kiss goodbye to little Jose'.

For tonight, little Jose dies.

Goodbye, Little Jose.

[kiss smacks]

And now.

This little body holds the soul of Camilla.

I release her with a kiss.

[kisses smack]

Welcome into the life, baby.

You remember, child, it's gonna be a hard life.

But, oh, Camilla, what riches it will show you.

[kisses smack]

[kiss smacks]

[kiss smacks]

[kiss smacks]

[kisses smacking]

Embrace it all, sweetness.

Let it embrace you.

[kiss smacks]

[Television Reporter] Years of rigorous training

and waiting.

Who will be chosen?

Who will go?

But, now the wait is finally over.

The moment of America's date with destiny has come.

The nation rises to meet the challenge posed

by President Kennedy.

In just a short time-

What are you doing?

I'm lookin' at you.

Oh God.

[Matty] Hey.

Don't hide from me.

You know what I'd like?

I'd like to see you naked.

Baby, you ain't ready for that.

No way.

[Matty] I'm ready.

I need to see you.

[horn honking]

Dare me?

I will if you will.

[clothes rustling]

[jacket thuds]

[horns honking]

[Matty] Wow.

You know me.

Such a tomboy.

Don't worry, baby, if Kinzie calls,

you're the butch one.

I don't mind it.

I like it.

I like to look at you.

Do you like to look at me?

[La Miranda] What are you some kinda fag?

[laughs]

I'm gettin' a testosterone rush.

I feel the need to compete.

[La Miranda] Oh no, don't waste that.

Get someone under there!

[Matty] Come here.

[La Miranda] You come here.

Is that the way you got named?

Exactly that way.

Except I cried a lot more.

It was the last time I ever cried.

What was your name before?

[scoffs]

I forget.

Hector.

More manly, right?

La Miranda's nice.

It's you.

It all makes me feel kinda not...

Not complete.

Oh, baby.

One thing you ain't is incomplete.

You wanna join the life?

I wanna join you.

[belt buckle rattles]

[horn honks]

[brakes squeal]

Thank you.

What do you think?

Good?

How you doin'?

[typewriter clacking]

You're prowling, Matt.

Sorry.

[typewriter clacking]

[bell dings]

Uh uh.

There's no way I can work with you standing this close.

I'm reading this letter.

"Dear Bruce Compton.

I read your beautiful article on the brotherhood

over and over and over.

Your words go 'round my head like a song.

I wanna shout them out in school.

You're so far from New York and a million miles

from anything real.

I can dream of someone to stand beside me

to fight together for love."

Bruce Compton?

How come you didn't use your real name?

I should have.

I wonder what his real name was.

Ah.

What's a real name, anyhow?

Coulda been anyone.

Coulda been me.

[Ethan] Could it, Matt?

Matty Dean's not your real name.

It is to me.

[Ethan] Why would you choose Matty Dean?

Such a hick name.

I guess I never really wanted a classy life.

[laughs]

You came to the right town.

How'd you get a hold of our magazine out there?

My first copy.

A friend.

Of a friend of a friend.

You know, it's the oldest story.

How does the story end?

It's just beginnin'.

* Ooh wah, ooh wah, come on, kitty *

* Tell us about the boy from New York City *

* He can dance

* And make romance

* Yeah yeah

* And that's when I fell in love with just one glance *

* Yeah yeah

* He was shy

* And so was I

* And now I know we'll never, ever say goodbye *

* Yeah yeah

[heels scuffing]

* You ought to come and see

* He's the most

* From coast to coast

* Ooh wah, ooh wah, cool, cool kitty *

* Tell us about the boy from New York City *

[Draftee] Psst.

[heels clicking]

[Crowd Member] I love those shoes.

Weapons down, men.

At ease.

Hey, bros,

fros, and sisters with soul.

I'm ready for action.

Where do I sign?

Ladies to the left.

[La Miranda] Oh, I ain't no lady, mister sir, I'm sorry.

See, that's why I walked the middle of the room.

Story of my damn life.

Oh.

I have this little old induction notice here.

[chair squeaks]

Hector Duarte?

Well.

Kind of.

See, I had my name legally changed.

La Miranda Queredis.

Reporting for duty, sir.

[crowd laughing]

Are we to understand you're some kind of invert?

[La Miranda] Shy?

Me?

Oh, Mary.

Are you a homosexual?

[La Miranda] Oh.

Sure.

Least so my boyfriend tells me.

We was kinda hopin' he could enlist at the same time

and be posted to the same crew.

Shut up.

[La Miranda] So sorry, I'm sure.

Room 17?

Definitely.

Room 17 'round the side of the building.

Entrance in the back.

Room 17.

[Draft Officer] For psychological evaluation.

Oh.

My favourite.

[heels clicking]

So you cruise through this in ten minutes time, okay?

Then we're home in time for the Dolly show.

Yeah, well I never was no good at cruisin'.

La Miranda.

Are you scared?

I seen a shrink.

Okay?

They made me see one when I was in juvenile hall

when I was 11.

They wanted to give me that electronic treatment.

You know, when they show the pictures of oily boys

and then they zap you?

Aversion Therapy?

For what?

For staying out late on a school night.

What do you think?

Shit, Matty Dean.

Come on.

You're with me now.

I won't let them hurt you.

You know that?

[scoffs] What do I know about anything?

Hector Julio Duarte.

Hector.

La Miranda, doctor.

La Miranda Queredis.

But you weren't born La Miranda were you, Hector?

You weren't born a doctor, but you qualify.

And you're now a what?

A man?

Or a woman?

[laughing] Oh, doctor.

How fifties you be.

Me, I'm livin' in the other state.

Between male-ness and female-ness.

[Doctor] Which is?

Fabulousness.

[Doctor] Hector.

[lighter flicks]

Do you wanna fight for your country?

[Matty] Oh.

I wanna fight, doc.

I wanna fight for love.

Liberty.

And the constitution.

I wanna fight the Kong.

The Russkis.

You.

Your mom.

Your pop.

And the whole house of fuckin' un-American activities.

I wanna kick the world's ass.

And I don't need you to let me.

You're forcin' me.

[stamp thudding]

[subway rushing]

What?

Guess it's my turn to look at you.

I'm scared, Matty.

I ain't never had no hero before.

I never kissed no one before.

Or made love.

But you ain't never been loved like this before.

Baby.

[finger snaps]

[La Miranda chuckles]

You love me?

Now it's me scared.

When I say I'm in love, you best believe I'm in love.

L-U-V.

[upbeat music]

* Here comes my guy

* Walkin' down the street

* Look how he walks

* To that dancin' beat

* Thick wavy hair

* A little too long

* On and on here

* Singin' his song

* And when I see him in the street *

* My heart takes a leap and skips a beat *

March on Philadelphia.

* But I walk right up to him

March on Philadelphia.

* Give him a great big kiss

Mwah.

* Tell him that I love him

* Tell him that I care

* Tell him that I'll always be there *

Well, what colour are his eyes?

I don't know.

He's always wearin' shades.

Is he tall?

Well, I gotta look up.

Yeah?

Well, I hear he's bad.

Ah, he's good bad.

But he's not evil.

* Tell me more

* Tel me more

* Big bulky sweaters

* Tell me more

* To match his eyes

* Tell me more

* Dirty fingernails

* Tell me more

* Oh boy, what a prize

* Tell me more

* Tight, tapered pants

* High button shoes

* He's always lookin'

* Like-a he got the blues

* And when I see him in the street *

* My heart takes a leap and skips a beat *

* Gonna walk right up to him

* Give him a great big kiss

Mwah.

* Tell him that I love him

* Tell him that I care

* Tell him that I'll always be there *

Is he a good dancer?

What do you mean, "Is he a good dancer"?

Well, how does he dance?

Close.

Very, very close.

Look at Miss Piglet in her mud bath.

When was the last time you took a bath, girl?

Hey, I don't have to answer that question.

Oh, girl, be still and stop switchin' before I miss

the last few strands of hair you got up here.

Well, at least some of it is still my own damn hair.

Uh oh.

Is this fuzzy fella hair some source of pride

to the sick, seedy, messy queen I'm dealin' with over here?

Would you shut the hell up?

My man is tryin' to call upon his muse, dammit.

[Matty vocalising]

[guitar strumming]

* My eyes have seen the comin' of *

-* The Negroes and the Jews -[Helen] Mm mm.

* I have seen the countries tremble *

* Where the laws of men abuse

[Helen] Did he just say Negroes?

[Moxie] Uh huh.

* But you crush the homosexual

[Moxie] La Miranda, better commentate to your man, please.

-[Helen] Girl. -[Moxie] La Miranda,

please have him stop.

[Helen] Yes, please.

-* And we go marchin' on -[Moxie] Now?

[La Miranda] Uh, baby?

-Sucks, don't it? -[Helen] Mm hm.

Sucks?

[lip smacks]

Chicky, how could anything about you suck?

Well, it just sounds a little literary-

Literal.

Literal.

Istic.

You dig?

You think it's too literal?

[La Miranda] Well, that's what I said, ain't it?

I don't know.

Whatever.

It's too...

It's too goddamn preachy, you know?

It's a little white bread, also.

Yeah.

White boy.

-[La Miranda] But. -[Moxie] White boy.

It's fabulous otherwise.

Permission to puke, ma'am?

Shut up, bitch.

I ain't the one that's coming on like Bobby Dylan

in a coma, now am I?

[Speaker] Females, by nature, do not have the same

sexual drives as males.

And, therefore, men who suffer from an abnormal

sexual compulsion are forced to turn to others

who have the same uncontrollable need to satisfy their

unnatural desires.

They turn to other homosexuals.

And, now, this, of course, finds the seed falling

on barren soil.

Which leads to more frustration and increasing compulsion.

Like, the dope addict.

Unlike drug addiction, however, none of this can be blamed

on the individual.

Homosexuality is an illness.

A condition.

[chair squeaks]

Sparked by a chemical imbalance in the brain.

[footsteps thudding]

[people chattering]

Their basic constitutional rights.

I thank you.

[Burt] Thank you.

[hands clapping]

Any questions?

You're not talking, Matty.

Oh, I was just wonderin'.

Why are we headin' into Greenwich Village

to meet the press?

When we should be checkin' into the psycho ward

to have our excess sperm deposit syphoned off?

It's just an opinion, Matty.

Hitler and the boys had an opinion, Burt.

Now wait.

The fact is that the idea of sickness is a concept

that America can deal with.

And at this stage, quite frankly, sympathy would be

a huge step for us.

You mean pity?

Any word that means not hate is a step,

don't you think?

I can't think.

Couldn't you try thinking?

[Matty laughs]

[trash cans clattering]

You done?

No.

[trash cans clattering]

Okay.

We can fight all we want between us.

But this meeting is with our only ally in the press.

We need to present a united front.

Isn't that reasonable?

But, naturally, Burt.

We're always reasonable.

[men chattering]

You tell him I'm here, right?

[Ethan] I'm gonna tell them everything.

[Matty] We have a couple drinks?

[Ethan] We're gonna have a lot of drinks.

[Matty] Good, however I can't...

Randal Frazertski?

Yes.

Yes, yes, hi.

Hi.

Hello.

-Hi. -Glad to meet you.

-Burt? -Right.

Please call me Randy.

[laughing]

[Burt] This is the Village Voice reporter, Randy.

Ethan.

-[Randy] Hi. -[Ethan] Hi.

-[Burt] Matty Dean. -Nice to meet you.

-Both members of the group. -Matty.

Matty Dean.

Oh, Raoul.

Listen, I brought along a photographer with me.

Would you guys be wiling to pose for some shots?

It's not a problem for us.

Right?

Oh, good.

-Great, great. -Good, like to hear it.

I'm gonna start the first shot right over here.

[camera shutter clicking]

Stay right there.

Right there.

Great.

Okay, that's great.

That's a good one.

Good.

Okay?

Smiling a little.

Good.

Yeah.

Keep that hand down.

Thanks.

A little to the left please.

All right.

Like it.

Good.

Shades, Ethan?

Just injecting a little style.

[camera shutter clicks]

[Raoul] That's great.

[bar patrons chattering]

[Randy] So the plan here is what?

[Burt] We sit down.

We announce ourselves as homosexuals.

And then we order drinks.

At which point, they're compelled to refuse us.

Dictated by-

Our fascist and un-American state laws.

And then we flame throw the place.

He's a real getter.

Matty.

You know how it is, Burt.

Chemical imbalance.

[Waitress] What can I get you guys?

We are a group of homosexuals and we would like

to order a beer each.

It's a tequila for me, Burt.

[Waitress] Okay, so that's beers and a tequila?

Right?

For this group of homosexuals.

Yes.

[Waitress] Right.

Thank you.

Right.

Um, how 'bout him?

Tequila, please.

[clears throat] Lime, little salt.

Okay.

Nice.

[car driving by]

That's how many beers and how many homosexuals?

Well, it's three actual and two honorary homosexuals.

Including a quite young homosexual.

And we're drinking four beers and tequila.

As a matter of fact, make that two tequilas.

Actual tequila or honorary tequila?

Let me see your manager.

What can I do for ya?

Homosexuals?

How do I know if you're homosexuals?

Seem pretty normal to me.

Kinda super normal, as a matter-of-fact.

These days.

Who could tell?

Even I could be a homo for chrissakes.

And fag money is still money.

Get these boys a drink.

On the house, fellas.

Drinks are on me, fellas.

We'll see if you can tell their homo drinks

or hetero drinks.

I can't do this much longer.

I just don't have the constitution.

In front of the press, suddenly everybody's a liberal.

Maybe you guys are behind the times.

No.

It is a state law.

Well, there's one place we can guarantee

self-professed faggots will not be served.

A faggot bar.

Follow me, guys.

[Randy] Faggot bar?

I like that.

[Matty] Hey, Vito.

[Ethan] Hi.

[Burt] Good evening.

[Raoul] Hi, we're a couple.

[Randy] Hi, Vito.

[Ernestine] Matty!

You little showstopper.

My pretty pitooty.

How's the classy chassis?

[Ernestine] In need of a little service and tender boxing.

Oh, you tease.

What language is this?

I feel like a wetback in my own neighbourhood.

You are.

Hey.

Burt.

Burt.

Yeah?

Oh.

Hi.

Uh, we're a homosexual group of self-confessed homosexuals.

Hey, Vito.

Goddamn troublemakers.

Vito, girl, where are you?

Hey, Princess, be cool.

You just have to refuse.

I done that, sweetie.

Now get these losers out.

Vito.

Vito, you hear me.

Throw these fools outta here.

[men clamouring]

Cool it, baby.

[Randy] Get the guy in the dress.

Get the guy in the dress.

-The guy in the dress. -[Raoul] All right.

Now, isn't that nice of people?

You kids want a drink?

Actually, no.

Excuse me?

We wanna be refused, Bo.

It's a political stint.

Watch your goddamn mouth.

Now, you know Vinnie don't allow that shit in here, Bo.

Child, now what'd I tell you about messin'

with that stuff?

We just want an official refusal.

And then, we'll be done, okay?

For cryin' out loud.

Princess.

I done refused twice already, goddammit.

Refuse again.

Official-like.

The state liquor authority prohibits the selling

of liquor to homosexuals.

Therefore, I regrettably must refuse to serve you.

Happy?

Everybody?

[men shouting]

You owe me a dance.

It's allowed here, sweetness.

[Ethan] It's allowed here, sweetness.

Don't step on her blue suede shoes.

Well.

I think we got our story.

Let's get the hell outta here.

This a private revolution or can anyone join?

Hi, baby.

[lip smacks]

So, how's life on the front line?

Oh, you know. [laughs]

Oh, La Miranda.

This is Ethan.

La Miranda?

I never knew radicals came with such pretty packages.

I'm gonna have to check out one of these meetings myself.

You know you really should.

We should take you down to Philly with us.

That would wake up middle America.

You guys goin' to Philadelphia?

On a sight seeing tour to the Liberty Bell or what?

[Ethan] We got a big deal civil rights march happening.

In a couple days, as a matter-of-fact.

It's kind of a drag.

They want us all to wear dresses and suits like

John and Jackie Kennedy style squares.

Well, I know who I'm goin' as.

[Matty laughs]

Sounds like my kinda drag.

Seriously, I maybe might be interested in coming along.

[Ethan laughs]

Matty's been telling me what you guys are trying to do and

it all sounds kind of up-ass-words to me, but,

at least you're getting something together, right?

Matt.

You been doin' a little outreach work?

Oh, La Miranda and I are roommates-

Oh, don't oversell it on my account,

Massah Matty Dean, suh.

Why don't you just tell lover boy

that I'm your fucking maid?

[door creaking]

[heels clicking]

[Matty] La Miranda.

Baby.

I'm too drunk to run.

Just stop.

[door slams]

You see this face?

You will see no tears here, okay?

No tears.

I didn't tell ya about the picket in Philadelphia

'cause they got these dumb ol' dress codes.

And I knew that would never go with you.

Yeah, and you never told them about me

because I don't go with you, right?

[scoffs]

My hero.

[car passing by]

Is it my fault you don't know how to be a guy?

What?

Is it my fault

that I wasn't born with a prominent sissy gene?

Is it my fault there are men who look good

without six pounds of face paint?

Is that my fault?

It ain't my fuckin' fault.

Yeah, whose fault is it that you're such a prick?

[heels clicking]

[sirens wailing]

[bar patrons murmuring]

You wanna lead a little while?

It's nice to follow for a change.

[Bonita] Rough day?

Hm.

Try decade.

I never danced with a man before.

[Bonita] Oh get out of here.

I haven't.

I'm serious.

Not even in private?

Been so busy fighting for the right to dance,

I just never took the time to try it.

When we formed this society over 15 years ago?

Mm hm?

You couldn't find three people who'd even

say the word homosexual in public.

Then this kid comes along with all the answers

like it's so damn easy.

You can't tell these youngins nothin'.

I was never young.

[Bonita chuckles]

We didn't have teenagers back then.

No, we got old the minute we hit puberty.

You shoulda been a drag queen, sweetness.

[Burt laughs]

No, serious.

Our motto is dance, dammit.

'Cause, honey, they may be comin' for you in the mornin'.

So you may as well dance all night.

I'm just a plain old vanilla flavoured homo.

No kinks, no twists, no additives.

Plenty of nuts, though.

And, between you and me.

I do salute you.

Between you and me, I'm honoured.

Dance, dammit.

[knock pounding]

[Beethoven's "Moonlight Sonata"]

Go out with you?

Why not?

Do I like to dance?

Of course.

[shower water running]

Take a walk along the beach tonight?

I'd love to.

But don't try to touch me.

-Don't try to touch me. -[shower water running]

Because that will never happen again.

Shall we dance?

[orchestral music swelling]

[car driving up]

Why, Vinnie.

Top o' the mornin' to ya, baby.

My back seat or yours?

Will you stop with the ironics for right now?

I'd like some conversation.

Are you okay, sweetness?

Sure I'm okay.

I'm always okay.

I just need to talk to you back and forth for awhile.

Keep followin' me.

Huh?

[tense music]

[car engine accelerating]

[cars passing by]

[brakes squeaking]

[gravel crackling]

Vinnie, darlin'.

Now, don't think I ain't into this five in the mornin',

frozen and confused,

drag ass walks through the middle of nowhere thing.

But you in danger of spoilin' me.

You see that window up there?

There's a clinic behind that window.

Called "The Palace of Dreams".

[Bonita laughs]

And that's how they laugh the day away

in the merry old land of OZ.

It's okay.

It's okay to laugh.

Remember Angelina Hart?

Yeah, that prissy get-me little queen?

We used to call her Angina.

That high court judge she was seeing

bought her a little holiday at The Palace of Dreams.

Now, she's a married woman.

The most admired hostess in St. Louis.

No.

Damn.

She always did see herself as Coco Chanel.

[tense music]

Listen.

Now, that's a sweet story, doll, and it's dish to die for.

But, that ain't the palace of my dreams, honey.

But it is the palace of my fuckin' dreams.

And you get with it.

All right?

Vinnie, you'd make an ugly chick.

You'd have to shave your damn knuckles just for start-

Shut up.

-Shut the fuck up! -Jesus, Vinnie!

You're fuckin' dead.

You don't make me kick shit out of you.

You made me touch you.

Right out here in the open.

Just.

You just listen for one second

in your smart-ass freakin' life.

I need you to listen.

And hear me, all right?

I am listenin'.

I hear you, baby.

Don't fuckin' touch me.

I don't need a fuckin' mother.

I need a wife.

I need to be just Mr. Normal Everyday.

And what is wrong with that?

Now, I've already booked you in to see the doc.

So's how's about that?

Well, you can just unbook me, sweetness.

How's about that?

See, this is just so you.

What, are you scared of bein' a normal person or what?

I am scared of losin' Little Bo downstairs is what.

What are we talkin' about this for?

I am a chick with a dick who ain't done with her dick, yet.

And let's face it, sweetness.

Neither are you.

I can take it or leave it.

Bo, it's you I gotta have.

You've got me.

But they ain't never gonna let us be.

No, they ain't never gonna let us be.

Ain't no operation gonna change that.

[melancholy music]

Come here.

I can't.

There's too many windows.

I was walkin' down the street.

And it was gettin' mighty late.

Well, the truth of the matter is

this poor girl had been abandoned by her date.

When, from out of nowhere came this music loud and clear.

Let me see.

From over there?

No, over there.

Over there?

Yeah.

Well, I opened up the door

and much to my surprise,

the girls were wearin' formals

and the boys were wearin' ties.

And I feel that I should mention

that the band was at attention.

They just stood there all so neat

while they played their swingin' beat.

So, I grabbed this little boy

who came struttin' 'cross the room.

I said, "What's that?"

And he say.

* Sophisticated boom boom

* It's been long overdue

* Sophisticated boom boom

* We been needin' somethin' new *

* Sophisticated boom boom

Now stand up straight and tall

like your back's against the wall.

Take two steps forward and shake your hips.

[woman vocalising]

[Burt] Morning, Agnes.

[woman vocalising]

[Burt] Okay.

Just take any seat.

Let's go, folks.

Let's go.

[woman vocalising]

* It's been long overdue

That's not very sophisticated.

* We been needin' somethin' new *

I do think she's blown her cool.

Now stand up straight and tall

like your back's against the wall.

Take two steps forward.

Now shake your hips.

[women harmonising]

[footsteps plodding]

[camera reel clicking]

[bell tolling]

[bluesy guitar]

* My eyes have seen the struggles *

* Of the Negroes and the Jews

* I have seen the country's trampled *

* The laws of men, abused

* But you crush the homosexual with anything you choose *

* And we go marchin' on

* Glory, glory, Hallelujah

* Glory, glory, hallelujah

* Glory, glory, hallelujah

* As we go marchin' on

* We're drowned out by injustice *

* 'Til our whispers can't be heard *

* You have shattered all our hopes and dreams *

* And, yet, we've never stirred *

* We're rising in a chorus

* And soon you'll hear every word *

* As we go marchin' on

* Glory, glory, hallelujah

* Glory, glory, hallelujah

* Glory, glory, hallelujah

* As we go marching on

* The civil rights you took from us *

* We want them back again

* And we'll talk and rag and picket *

* Until we see you bend

* If you don't give them to us

* We will take them in the end

* As we go marchin' on

* Glory, glory, hallelujah

* Glory, glory, hallelujah

* Glory, glory, hallelujah

* As we go marching on

[keys rattling]

Thank God that's over.

The big one.

At least no one got killed.

You want coffee?

[Matty] No milk, plenty sugar.

Maybe it woulda been better.

[Ethan] What?

If we'd all been killed.

If the whole march had been wiped out by a grenade

or somethin'.

Least it would've made the papers.

Maybe that woulda mobilised people.

There's gotta be more than 30 people who actually

give a shit.

We need somethin' to get 'em outta whatever hole

they're in.

Well, a lot of those people are just not able

to even conceive of these issues.

Let alone march for them.

That ditzy queen we were talking with the other day.

La Miranda?

Him.

He's gonna march?

He could barely cross the room in those heels.

She prefers to be called her.

Well, there you have it.

I asked her why they prefer to be called her.

She said the feminine was the highest any male

could aspire to.

[laughs]

I know you're paraphrasing, because no way is that

in his vocabulary.

Okay.

Pack your bags.

We need a holiday.

I'm taking you to Fire Island for a couple days.

Bring your swimsuit, some shades, and a frivolous attitude.

I have to work tomorrow.

Who doesn't?

Call in sick.

Come on, Matt.

You can advance your dish washing career

after a long weekend.

We need to surround you with positive images of faggotry.

Right now.

[lips smack]

Do this with me, huh?

I wanna see you smile again.

Sounds terrific.

[horns honking]

[footsteps scuffing]

[door slams]

[footsteps thudding]

[door creaks]

Forgive me, Father.

For I have sinned.

It's been a lifetime since my last confession

and every sin, Father.

I've committed every sin.

Lust, greed, anger.

Even pride.

Who am I to feel pride?

A man who has everything?

In fact, actually has nothing.

The only thing I want is the one thing that I do have.

And I ain't allowed to want it, so,

I don't really have it.

That's me, Father.

This is me.

Forgive me, Father.

For I have sinned.

[dark music]

* Seems like the other day

* My baby went away

* He went away 'cross the sea

[wave crashing]

* Since I saw my baby go

* And then this letter came for me *

* It said that we were through

* He met somebody new

* Let me think, let me think

* What can I do

* Oh no

* Oh no

* Oh no no no no no no

* Remember

* Walking in the sand

* Remember

* Walkin' hand in hand

* Remember

* The night was so exciting

* Remember

* His smile was so inviting

* Remember

* Then he touched my cheek

* Remember

* We were spinnin' deep

* Softly

* Softly, we'd meet with a myth *

* Whatever happened to

* The boy that I once new

* The boy who said

* He'd be true

* Oh what would happen to

-[men chattering] -[waves crashing]

[Ethan] No, tell me.

Am I confused?

Did we die and just go to heaven?

This place has it all

Wait 'til later at the dance.

You're gonna see more beautiful men

in one room than you ever dreamed of.

* Walkin' hand in hand

* Remember

Got it in the water.

Get it, get it, get it.

-[waves crashing] -[men shouting]

[whistle blowing]

Put your towel on, Matty.

What?

Local ordinance from the Dark Ages.

You can't wear suggestive swimsuits uncovered on the beach.

You mean we can't.

Don't give these assholes any excuses, okay, Matty?

Fine.

Did we just die and go to heaven?

* Somewhere over the rainbow

* Way up high

* There's a land that I heard of *

* Once in a lullaby

[TV pops]

[whimsical music]

[Announcer] America's most beloved entertainer

from the age of 14, Judy Garland started working

in Vaudeville at the age of two.

A family act called The Gumm Sisters.

[TV pops]

Punishing schedules involved led to a lasting addiction

to barbiturates.

The special Oscar at the age of 17 for Best Juvenile

in The Wizard of Oz,

Judy Garland became identified-

[TV Pops]

She recently married to the husband number five,

Mickey Deans.

Judy Garland died in London, England,

where they were staying together.

Deans is said to be inconsolable.

So is Hollywood and, indeed, America itself,

as thousands mourn the loss of one of the last true greats

and genuine stars.

Came as soon as I heard.

That's sweet of you.

-[door thuds] -* Somewhere over the rainbow

* Bluebirds fly

* Birds fly over the rainbow

You okay?

I heard she got found on the john.

God, life is sordid.

I gave up followin' politics, 'cause I could not deal

with the heartbreak, honey.

Kennedy.

Malcolm X, Dr. King.

And what happens?

I retreat into the safety of superficiality

only to find greater grief than I think I've ever known.

Boy, oh boy.

Check you out.

You should be Italian.

I do wallow good, don't I?

It's because I'm sincere.

[Vinnie sighs]

What would it take to bring you up?

Ice cream.

In the sun.

With the man I love.

Nothin' much.

[lips smack]

Okay.

Excuse me?

[hands clap]

Get up.

Takin' you out.

You mean amongst people?

Yep.

Amongst folks.

Get dressed.

Vinnie, are you high?

[laughs] I ain't changed.

I'm just comin' out a little.

Get dressed, you dizzy friggin' filly.

-Get dressed, goddammit! -[light crashing]

Please.

That's the magic word, sweetness.

[upbeat music]

Wild party.

[Ethan] They can't dance, yet.

They will.

There's a choreographer comin' or?

You're hating this.

Anyway, they can't dance until the woman dances.

[Matty] Who?

The drag queen in the Roman sandals?

[Ethan] [laughing] That's not a drag queen, Matty.

* And since you've gotta go

* Boy, you had better go now

* Go now

* Before you see me cry

* I don't want you to tell me

* That's what you intend to do now *

[Chaperone] Hey.

Keep it clean, boys, all right?

It's not like this.

It's like this.

Okay?

What the fuck is that?

Ancient local ordinances?

Jesus, Ethan.

[soft music]

[Bonita moaning softly]

[Vinnie] More ice cream, baby?

I been eatin' the stuff all day.

Anymore and I'm gonna be a dancer with a beef roast chorus.

What're you gonna eat all night?

Vinnie.

Ambrosia?

[lips smacking]

-[silverware clattering] -[people murmuring]

[Patron] Isn't she a little muscular?

[Patron 2] Yeah.

Don't.

[child murmuring]

[Waiter] Your check, sir.

[clears throat] What other ice cream you got?

I'm afraid you've exhausted our entire stock.

Well, send out for some.

We're hungry.

[Waiter] My apologies, sir.

Please, let me present you this meal with compliments

of the establishment.

Oh yeah?

[Waiter] And, I beg your forgiveness,

but through an unforgivable error by a junior member

of our staff,

this table has been double booked.

And the management were wondering if you would mind

sacrificing your places just a little early?

To avoid disappointing the next party of diners.

[napkin thuds]

-[glasses clattering] -[people shouting]

Sweetness.

[finger snaps]

My compliments.

[money fluttering]

[Patron] Look at all that money.

[people murmuring]

[silverware clattering]

[classical music]

I'm sorry, Matt.

The world's too big to save all at one time.

Look at us.

Now, there's no eye contact in private.

Been waiting.

We could really love each other, you know, Matt?

Shit, I'm sorry.

It's a habit.

When you've spent your life looking over your shoulder.

Well, you know how it is.

* The future

Tomorrow.

Well.

Tomorrow's a long way off.

Maybe, someday, I'll hold somebody's hand.

Maybe, somewhere, someone will understand.

You know, I used to sing,

"A tisket, a tasket.

Green and yellow basket.

I'm all packed up and I'm on my way.

I'm gonna fall in love."

But, at the moment.

Doesn't look good.

At the moment.

It'll never happen again.

[soft piano music]

I don't think.

It will ever.

Happen.

Again.

[water running]

[loud knocking]

[Matty] La Miranda?

[door creaking]

Matty Dean?

Baby?

[melancholy music]

I'll be your knight in shining armour, baby.

Your boy and your lady.

I'm your mama lion.

I'm your man.

I will fight for you, dress for you.

Even cry for you.

But only for you, baby.

Never for them.

Never

for them.

[kiss smacks]

Hey, Cryptika.

Hm?

You love me?

Now, what kinda asshole question is that?

I ever tell ya I love you?

No, you son of a bitch.

[kiss smacks]

[money crinkling]

[gunshot firing]

[Bonita screams]

[Bonita] Vinnie!

No!

God!

No!

No, Vinnie, God!

No!

[jukebox rattling]

[vinyl buzzing]

[News Reporter] All America takes time out to mourn

its own girl next door, Judy Garland.

One of the last true greats and genuine stars.

Aged only 47 when she came to the end

of her yellow brick road,

her tragic saga over,

she's at peace at last.

* Something inside of me

* Started a symphony

* Quick went the strings of my heart *

[sirens blaring]

[police radio chatter]

[brakes squeaking]

[footsteps shuffling]

[people murmuring]

[button clacks]

Judy stays.

[door clacking]

[Bar Patron] Wipe off your gloves.

[door clatters]

And who is gonna be our first lucky contestant

on this week's edition of Jeopardy?

I hope everyone is wearing the legal minimum requirement of

three items of clothing appropriate their gender

as prescribed by nature.

Otherwise,

those contestants are gonna find themselves

with the grand booby prize.

An all-expenses paid luxury trip downtown.

You.

I'm sorry, sister.

That pathetic little blouse don't say man to me.

Bust the little Jodie for solicitin'.

Bust that one for lookin' at me funny.

What the hell?

Bust a selection.

[crowd cheering]

[Detective] All right, get 'em all out of here.

[crowd shouting]

Give them Hell, Helen honey.

Woo!

[crowd shouting]

[woman yelling indistinctly]

Don't push me, Mary, I am not in the mood.

Aw, she ain't in the mood.

Ain't we in the mood?

Are we on the rag, dearie?

I wonder if my little buddy here is in the mood, huh?

[body thuds]

Poor little faggot don't know whether

to kill me or kiss me.

[blow thuds]

[crowd cheering]

Guess I made up my mind.

[crowd shouting]

[blows thudding]

[Officer] Stand back.

Stand back.

-[kicks pounding] -[crowd shouting]

[Officer] Pull back.

Pull back.

Pull back.

Go, go, go, go, go, go.

[crowd shouting]

[metal clanging]

[crowd chanting]

I do so love a party.

It's the fourth of fuckin' July.

Come on.

Yes, it is.

[drag queens cheering]

[metal rattling]

[cars thudding]

[wood cracking]

[Officer] Get away from that window.

[wood cracking]

[men grunting]

[glass shattering]

[men shouting]

[hooves clapping]

[horse blows raspberry]

[heels clicking]

[crowd cheering]

Hey.

I'll kick your ass.

Go on, hit me.

I dare you.

[horse whinnies]

[hooves clopping]

[Matty shouting]

[La Miranda] It's our rights.

You have no right to do this to us.

[Matty] Bastards.

You bastards.

Come on, hit me with it.

Come on, hit me with it.

Come on, baby.

[blows thudding]

Let's get out of here.

[blows thudding]

[metal thundering]

[crowd shouting]

[footsteps clopping]

* We are the Stonewall girls

* We wear our hair in curls

* We wear no underwear

* We show our pubic hair

* We are the Village queens

* We always wear blue jeans

* We were our hair in curls

* Because we think we're girls

[La Miranda] Everyone has their own Stonewall legend.

That's mine.

I maybe didn't get exactly every detail down perfect.

But that's the story of my life, honey.

* We always wear blue jeans

* We wear our hair in curls

* Because we think we're girls

[crowd cheering]

What the hell?

I am a drag queen.

And we don't always deal in reality.

You can say we deal in something kinda realer.

We deal in dreams.

We're American as apple pie.

[soft piano]

* When I was born

* They look at me and said

* What a good boy

* What a smart boy

* What a strong boy

* When you were born

* They look at you and say

* What a good girl

* What a smart girl

* What a pretty girl

* 'Fraid of change

* Afraid of stayin' the same

* When temptation comes

* We just look away

* This name is the hairshirt I wear *

* This hairshirt is woven from

* Your brown hair

* When I was born

* They looked at me and said

* What a good boy

* What a smart boy

* What a strong boy

* When you were born

* They looked at you and said

* What a good girl

* What a smart girl

* What a pretty girl

* Yeah, yeah

[static buzzing]